I was here to heal my injuries. [And get metaphorically filthy, yes. But come on, Hei. Realize that her request for a scrub is a request for you to get her off.
What happened to the king of subtext? She is equal parts frustrated and amused as he seems to take her at her word and washes her. There's a delicious intimacy to the contact, which is why she doesn't bother correcting him; it's nice to be bathed and pampered, especially when you're feeling low. But it's not what she's after.
He kisses her like he's getting ready to leave but doesn't want to go, and she huffs with mild irritation before guiding his hand back between her legs. This is what she wanted.]
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What happened to the king of subtext? She is equal parts frustrated and amused as he seems to take her at her word and washes her. There's a delicious intimacy to the contact, which is why she doesn't bother correcting him; it's nice to be bathed and pampered, especially when you're feeling low. But it's not what she's after.
He kisses her like he's getting ready to leave but doesn't want to go, and she huffs with mild irritation before guiding his hand back between her legs. This is what she wanted.]