Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.
The way he touched her mouth made her wonder just what ‘slow’ meant to him, because that kind of touch pretty much just turned her on. But if he wanted to take it slow, she’d do slow. With a quiet sigh, she leaned her head against his shoulder.
Ace didn’t quite know what the word ‘slow’ meant to himself. He’s never had to think on it; his partners were the ones that lead the way, and, step by step, he fell into place, careful not to trespass on their comfort levels whatsoever. When she laid her head against his shoulder, he, himself gave a rather content sigh, lolling his head to the side to rest his cheek against the crown of her head.
