[Says the one who threw her robe off and started kissing her.
And after what seems like a longer time than needed, they're both finally in the water, though it would be the heat of their bodies that they feel more keenly than the warmth of the hot spring that fills it, the steam doing nothing to try and hide what they both desire from each other. The tension and build up from the day has finally come to a head and there would be no stopping them from enjoying themselves more than the bath itself.
Hopefully whoever is roomed next door won't mind the sounds...
But in some ways for Cid, as much as he tries not to use their sex as a distraction, he knows that this is exactly what Benedikta is trying to do. Since the moment she burst through his workshop doors and dragged him out he knew she was trying in her own way to get him out of that slump and, though she may not have intentionally thought about it, "cheer" him up. Knew that she had no idea how else to and just used what she was familiar with.
She was not kind nor nice, not conventional at all. But he didn't care because he knew she wouldn't be already. Because even if she wasn't, she also wasn't as "mean" or "hurtful" as she might think herself to be. She was considerate, thoughtful of him. She cared in her own way, and given her disposition, that was already doing more than anyone else could. To push herself in such a way, all because of him.
And in the end, their little impromptu outing had turned into something more of a date, unofficially or not. While there had still been some moments of melancholy, she did achieve what she set to do, which was get him out and pull him out of that slump he had been. He'll still need a bit of time to process missing his daughter again, but at least he won't be overworking himself.
So, how could his feelings towards her not grow? How could he not fall in love with her a little more than before? How could he not consider this as another sign of progress, of a hopeful second chance that seems closer than it did a few months ago? And thus, how could he not want to show that appreciation, that gratitude for what she's done in the only way that means anything to them?
So yes, what transpires in that pool is more than just physical intimacy and release of that build-up. It may be rough, unrestrained, and intense like always, but there is something a little deeper way—more genuine, at least from his end. Whether or not she feels the same doesn't matter much, he knows how she is. All she has to do is receive it. All of it.
Only after some time (and perhaps rounds) have passed do they finally relax, allow their bodies to melt into the water and into each other as he keeps his arm wrapped around her shoulder with her curled up next to him before he holds up her glass of wine to her, a somewhat cheeky smile on him.]
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So impatient.
[Says the one who threw her robe off and started kissing her.
And after what seems like a longer time than needed, they're both finally in the water, though it would be the heat of their bodies that they feel more keenly than the warmth of the hot spring that fills it, the steam doing nothing to try and hide what they both desire from each other. The tension and build up from the day has finally come to a head and there would be no stopping them from enjoying themselves more than the bath itself.
Hopefully whoever is roomed next door won't mind the sounds...
But in some ways for Cid, as much as he tries not to use their sex as a distraction, he knows that this is exactly what Benedikta is trying to do. Since the moment she burst through his workshop doors and dragged him out he knew she was trying in her own way to get him out of that slump and, though she may not have intentionally thought about it, "cheer" him up. Knew that she had no idea how else to and just used what she was familiar with.
She was not kind nor nice, not conventional at all. But he didn't care because he knew she wouldn't be already. Because even if she wasn't, she also wasn't as "mean" or "hurtful" as she might think herself to be. She was considerate, thoughtful of him. She cared in her own way, and given her disposition, that was already doing more than anyone else could. To push herself in such a way, all because of him.
And in the end, their little impromptu outing had turned into something more of a date, unofficially or not. While there had still been some moments of melancholy, she did achieve what she set to do, which was get him out and pull him out of that slump he had been. He'll still need a bit of time to process missing his daughter again, but at least he won't be overworking himself.
So, how could his feelings towards her not grow? How could he not fall in love with her a little more than before? How could he not consider this as another sign of progress, of a hopeful second chance that seems closer than it did a few months ago? And thus, how could he not want to show that appreciation, that gratitude for what she's done in the only way that means anything to them?
So yes, what transpires in that pool is more than just physical intimacy and release of that build-up. It may be rough, unrestrained, and intense like always, but there is something a little deeper way—more genuine, at least from his end. Whether or not she feels the same doesn't matter much, he knows how she is. All she has to do is receive it. All of it.
Only after some time (and perhaps rounds) have passed do they finally relax, allow their bodies to melt into the water and into each other as he keeps his arm wrapped around her shoulder with her curled up next to him before he holds up her glass of wine to her, a somewhat cheeky smile on him.]
Need a drink?