[ Even though her attempts to be the big spoon have been momentarily thwarted by the way he climbs into the tub facing her, she can't bring herself to mind as she's collected up into Sanji's arms and pulled into a hug. She shuts her eyes tight and ducks her head, burying her face in his neck, muffling a soft, appreciative laugh against his skin, too achy to bask in his presence as she might on one of their more sober afternoons together, but intensely grateful for him all the same.
The wide, stupid smile on her face is evident when she lifts her chin and lets her cheek press against his, tilting her head up so she can kiss his temple before she leans back and meets his gaze, her bright eyes warm with affection. Wet fingers lift out of the water and comb through his hair, pushing it back from his face so she can look at him properly. ]
Now who's the gorgeous bath angel?
[ Aerith already knows the answer to that (him), so she doesn't bother to wait for a reply. Leaning in she kisses him square in the middle of the forehead before her lips find the tip of his nose, either cheek, and finally, his mouth. The hand that's been toying with his hair moves to his cheek, cradling the side of his face while the pad of her thumb traces over his jaw. ]
Come on, turn around and lay back, I want to heal you.
[ Curaga isn't exactly a hangover cure, but it'll take the edge off, and, maybe not-so-secretly, she likes the thought of feeling him resting against her while she takes care of him.
She shifts, her back resting against the side of the tub, and raises her eyebrows at him expectantly, the portrait of a woman on a mission to spoon. ]
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The wide, stupid smile on her face is evident when she lifts her chin and lets her cheek press against his, tilting her head up so she can kiss his temple before she leans back and meets his gaze, her bright eyes warm with affection. Wet fingers lift out of the water and comb through his hair, pushing it back from his face so she can look at him properly. ]
Now who's the gorgeous bath angel?
[ Aerith already knows the answer to that (him), so she doesn't bother to wait for a reply. Leaning in she kisses him square in the middle of the forehead before her lips find the tip of his nose, either cheek, and finally, his mouth. The hand that's been toying with his hair moves to his cheek, cradling the side of his face while the pad of her thumb traces over his jaw. ]
Come on, turn around and lay back, I want to heal you.
[ Curaga isn't exactly a hangover cure, but it'll take the edge off, and, maybe not-so-secretly, she likes the thought of feeling him resting against her while she takes care of him.
She shifts, her back resting against the side of the tub, and raises her eyebrows at him expectantly, the portrait of a woman on a mission to spoon. ]