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Victor shifted; he wasn’t used to this kind of expression, or really he wasn’t used to talking about his childhood years at all. The water traveled through his hair and down his cheeks like small streams as he smiled down at her, his hands resting on her hips. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He punctuated his statement with a quick kiss before turning so that he could get some shampoo and start washing his hair.

Summer ducked her head at the compliment. “This is just what I do,” she told him, backing up a little to be out of range of stray soap. “It’s not really all that special.” It never felt special to her. Sometimes it felt like a weight, always listening and never heard. Really, all most people needed was a listening ear and someone to honestly believe in and care for them.

In the end, she’d learned, mostly that was all she could do; people had to heal themselves. They had to choose on their own to forget, forgive, remember, release — whatever was needed to be at peace with whatever had happened. It was never /easy/. But it was always /possible/, if you didn’t fully give up. Some days, all you could do was hold on to the ground you’d won.

Summer leaned against the shower wall and just watched Victor, as she so rarely got to do.

“Well this,” he gestured to himself and all around him, “isn’t something most people can do and I appreciate it.” Victor smiled a big grin as he lathered the shampoo into his hair then shook his head much like a dog would sending little clouds of shampoo through the air. He laughed then went back under the water to rinse his hair and begin washing the rest of himself. Victor looked back at her with a smirk, “You enjoying the show Summer?”

She blushed horribly and poked him. “Shut up, you dork. Or I’ll make you wash /me/.”

Victor jumped when she poked him, stuck his tongue out at her before he waggled his eyebrows. “You say that like it’s a punishment darling. As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t mind that at all,” he said, thinking she was rather cute when she blushed.

“You’re incorrigible.” Summer shook her head, picking up the soap herself. “I know what would happen if you washed me.” But she didn’t try to hide her smile, either.

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“Well all right,” she replied, a little puzzled. She cast around, looking for her hairclip, then fished it from the tangles of her shirt, quickly wrapping her hair up into a bun.

Victor led her to the joined bathroom where he started the hot water. Once it was hot enough he opened the shower door and stepped inside, beckoning her to follow him. A quick hiss came from him as the hot water hit his back but then he looked down at her and smiled a soft smile. “Y’know, I never thought I’d do something like this, Summer. Not just because of my dominant personality, but because if anyone else dared touch me like you did tonight they wouldn’t have been around for much longer. I was beaten, a lot, at the Institute. Yet, with you, it was nothing like back then, and I sure as hell didn’t have any flashback moments there. I don’t even know how to express this with words love, but I’ve never trusted anyone as much as I trust you.” Victor realized, with some dismay, that he was rambling and so rather than keep on rambling he pulled her in for an embrace and nuzzled her neck. “I love you Summer.”

Summer tucked herself under the showerhead, looking up at Victor. She laughed when he ran out of words, gently, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know, Victor darling. I know you do,” she whispered. “I won’t ever hurt you like that. If you had a flashback, I would stop, immediately. I would know. And I love you too.”

Victor shifted; he wasn’t used to this kind of expression, or really he wasn’t used to talking about his childhood years at all. The water traveled through his hair and down his cheeks like small streams as he smiled down at her, his hands resting on her hips. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He punctuated his statement with a quick kiss before turning so that he could get some shampoo and start washing his hair.

Summer ducked her head at the compliment. “This is just what I do,” she told him, backing up a little to be out of range of stray soap. “It’s not really all that special.” It never felt special to her. Sometimes it felt like a weight, always listening and never heard. Really, all most people needed was a listening ear and someone to honestly believe in and care for them.

In the end, she’d learned, mostly that was all she could do; people had to heal themselves. They had to choose on their own to forget, forgive, remember, release — whatever was needed to be at peace with whatever had happened. It was never /easy/. But it was always /possible/, if you didn’t fully give up. Some days, all you could do was hold on to the ground you’d won.

Summer leaned against the shower wall and just watched Victor, as she so rarely got to do.

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She laughed more. “Do your own research. The last thing you need is me giving you ideas.” She purred, low and husky, “Assassin mine.”

Victor chuckled along with her. “You’re probably right dear, I can be a little devious when I choose to be,” he said while a smirk danced across his lips. Instinctively a shiver ran through him at the sound of her voice and his new nickname. “I do so love it when you call me that darling.”

“/That/ is only for when you are submitting to me,” Summer told him, reaching up to poke his nose. “You look around and see what you might want to try, and we’ll talk about it.” Slowly, she eased herself off him, eyes sliding shut at the sensation. “Roll over, please, I want to look at your back.”

He smiled as she poked his nose and let out a sigh as he slid out of her. “What I’d like to try, eh? Well, I do have quite the imagination, Summer.” The last bit of his sentence was just a little muffled as he did what she asked and turned onto his stomach so that she could inspect him. He was still a little tender but it didn’t bother him at all and had really rather enjoyed it. “Looking for something in particular?”

“Just properly checking. Takes all the fun away if I don’t take care of you after.” She smoothed a hand over the slight welts. “Does it hurt much?”

Victor closed his eyes a little, small blossoms of pain flowering under her hand. “Nothing terrible, but it does hurt a bit. I honestly didn’t even realize that much until now. I suppose I was a tad bit lost in it earlier.”

“That’s as it should be.” Summer gently kissed his back. “I think you should take a shower, just to make sure. Then I’ll put something like Neosporin on it.”

Victor turned and kissed her tenderly and lovingly before sitting up, his feet resting on the carpeted floor. “Join me?” There were things he wanted to tell her about what he had just experienced. Something he never thought he could or would. He barely knew where to begin other than that he agreed with her about the idea of a shower.

“Well all right,” she replied, a little puzzled. She cast around, looking for her hairclip, then fished it from the tangles of her shirt, quickly wrapping her hair up into a bun.

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She laughed more. “Do your own research. The last thing you need is me giving you ideas.” She purred, low and husky, “Assassin mine.”

Victor chuckled along with her. “You’re probably right dear, I can be a little devious when I choose to be,” he said while a smirk danced across his lips. Instinctively a shiver ran through him at the sound of her voice and his new nickname. “I do so love it when you call me that darling.”

“/That/ is only for when you are submitting to me,” Summer told him, reaching up to poke his nose. “You look around and see what you might want to try, and we’ll talk about it.” Slowly, she eased herself off him, eyes sliding shut at the sensation. “Roll over, please, I want to look at your back.”

He smiled as she poked his nose and let out a sigh as he slid out of her. “What I’d like to try, eh? Well, I do have quite the imagination, Summer.” The last bit of his sentence was just a little muffled as he did what she asked and turned onto his stomach so that she could inspect him. He was still a little tender but it didn’t bother him at all and had really rather enjoyed it. “Looking for something in particular?”

“Just properly checking. Takes all the fun away if I don’t take care of you after.” She smoothed a hand over the slight welts. “Does it hurt much?”

Victor closed his eyes a little, small blossoms of pain flowering under her hand. “Nothing terrible, but it does hurt a bit. I honestly didn’t even realize that much until now. I suppose I was a tad bit lost in it earlier.”

“That’s as it should be.” Summer gently kissed his back. “I think you should take a shower, just to make sure. Then I’ll put something like Neosporin on it.”

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She laughed more. “Do your own research. The last thing you need is me giving you ideas.” She purred, low and husky, “Assassin mine.”

Victor chuckled along with her. “You’re probably right dear, I can be a little devious when I choose to be,” he said while a smirk danced across his lips. Instinctively a shiver ran through him at the sound of her voice and his new nickname. “I do so love it when you call me that darling.”

“/That/ is only for when you are submitting to me,” Summer told him, reaching up to poke his nose. “You look around and see what you might want to try, and we’ll talk about it.” Slowly, she eased herself off him, eyes sliding shut at the sensation. “Roll over, please, I want to look at your back.”

He smiled as she poked his nose and let out a sigh as he slid out of her. “What I’d like to try, eh? Well, I do have quite the imagination, Summer.” The last bit of his sentence was just a little muffled as he did what she asked and turned onto his stomach so that she could inspect him. He was still a little tender but it didn’t bother him at all and had really rather enjoyed it. “Looking for something in particular?”

“Just properly checking. Takes all the fun away if I don’t take care of you after.” She smoothed a hand over the slight welts. “Does it hurt much?”

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She laughed more. “Do your own research. The last thing you need is me giving you ideas.” She purred, low and husky, “Assassin mine.”

Victor chuckled along with her. “You’re probably right dear, I can be a little devious when I choose to be,” he said while a smirk danced across his lips. Instinctively a shiver ran through him at the sound of her voice and his new nickname. “I do so love it when you call me that darling.”

“/That/ is only for when you are submitting to me,” Summer told him, reaching up to poke his nose. “You look around and see what you might want to try, and we’ll talk about it.” Slowly, she eased herself off him, eyes sliding shut at the sensation. “Roll over, please, I want to look at your back.”

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Her inner walls fluttering around his sensitive member drove him wild and the sound of her cry served only to egg him on. After a few more thrusts a loud grunt-like growl ripped from his throat and he came as all of his desire, passion and arousal converged on him and poured themselves out in his movements. His body went limp then and his head fell back; he felt more spent than he had ever before in his life. Slowly his pants turned into only slightly ragged exhales. “You alri’ there love?” Victor asked, his eyes closed in bliss.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, unlocking her fingers from around his wrists. “Ohhhhhh yes.” Another shudder wracked her body, clenching her thighs. “That … wow.” She lowered herself to lay on his chest, smiling at the sound of his racing heartbeat. “Thank you.”

Victor closed and then opened his hands before wrapping them around Summer lovingly. “Thank me? Thank you love.” He didn’t know how to express how he felt. His emotions were all over the board and in an attempt to put them off he joked, “I didn’t know a little pain could be so pleasurable darling.”

“I wasn’t sure how you would like it,” she murmured. “I was a little worried you would break.” She stroked her fingers down his skin, sliding over the rope-marks. “You’re very … well, anyway, submitting can be hard for someone with your type of personality.” She propped her chin on his chest, eyes twinkling. “Maybe next time I’ll try knives?”

His muscles trembled underneath her fingers. “Well, I think you’re the only one that could’ve done it, Summer.” Victor raised an eyebrow, “Knives?”

“I’m teasing, Victor darling. I would not cut you. Unless you wanted me to?” She stuck her tongue out at him, giggling. “There’s lots to explore.”

“Sounds very interesting dear, we’ll most definitely have to play again. But what sort of other things?” Victor chuckled a little, “I have to say while I’m fairly dominant I haven’t done a whole lot of ‘exploring’.”

She laughed more. “Do your own research. The last thing you need is me giving you ideas.” She purred, low and husky, “Assassin mine.”

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Her inner walls fluttering around his sensitive member drove him wild and the sound of her cry served only to egg him on. After a few more thrusts a loud grunt-like growl ripped from his throat and he came as all of his desire, passion and arousal converged on him and poured themselves out in his movements. His body went limp then and his head fell back; he felt more spent than he had ever before in his life. Slowly his pants turned into only slightly ragged exhales. “You alri’ there love?” Victor asked, his eyes closed in bliss.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, unlocking her fingers from around his wrists. “Ohhhhhh yes.” Another shudder wracked her body, clenching her thighs. “That … wow.” She lowered herself to lay on his chest, smiling at the sound of his racing heartbeat. “Thank you.”

Victor closed and then opened his hands before wrapping them around Summer lovingly. “Thank me? Thank you love.” He didn’t know how to express how he felt. His emotions were all over the board and in an attempt to put them off he joked, “I didn’t know a little pain could be so pleasurable darling.”

“I wasn’t sure how you would like it,” she murmured. “I was a little worried you would break.” She stroked her fingers down his skin, sliding over the rope-marks. “You’re very … well, anyway, submitting can be hard for someone with your type of personality.” She propped her chin on his chest, eyes twinkling. “Maybe next time I’ll try knives?”

His muscles trembled underneath her fingers. “Well, I think you’re the only one that could’ve done it, Summer.” Victor raised an eyebrow, “Knives?”

“I’m teasing, Victor darling. I would not cut you. Unless you wanted me to?” She stuck her tongue out at him, giggling. “There’s lots to explore.”