As the girl eases the hair up into a soaked mass, she leans forward against the tub, its warmth pressed against the beast's bara, fingers easing down onto the nape of his neck and seeking out the tension there. Her fingers slick with the oil slide over muscles already heated by the waters, seeking to undo knots only stress and a battle against the discomfort of the broken limb can cause. A slight toss of a golden head throws the piggy tails off the beast's shoulders, keeping them from being within her way, from sticking to her moistened skin. She shivered lightly. Sudsy digits sliding further into his shoulders, rolling the corded muscles there backward, feeling them move and resist in their knots, working them out patiently, focused upon that pressure, thumbs roll the tension away drawn up by fingertips, slowly methodical, and working gently, easing over the curve of shoulder, pressure less acute in the left shoulder while the right keeps its same touch as before, skirting the pain of the broken limb, letting it soak, while the girl turned instead and made work of the opposite arm.
She crawls around the bathtub her body serving his pleasure as she slips around the side of the tub, keeping high upon her knees, the weight distributed lightly as fingers drew up a soap and began to apply it to the right limb, careful to work the soapy oil deep into the skins tissues, fingers working their way deep, the skin warm under the massage, she shivered lightly working her way to the wrist and later the roughened fingertips, taking special care with Your palm, turning it skyward, thumbs working slow circles as the beast watches the movements and the slick of oil slide down over digits, a slight shiver as hazels draw murkier beneath their pale fringed guards, at last lowering the limb back to the waters.
Her fingers releasing him she leaned back once more applying the oils to her hands, and with a hesitant upward glance beneath her lashes, she leaned over the tub's side and began to apply it to his throat and right plane of chest, fingertips drawing the oil deeper into the skin once more, working in slow circles, another slight toss of head keeping the tendrils from her spine, their touch tickling the heated and steam moistened flesh, guiding the oils down to the ribcage, feeling the roll of pressure in his torso as he breathes. His heartbeat as her fingers roam close, pausing there for seconds to feel it vibrate through the sensitive digits, reveling in the sensation, before continuing as before working down to the water's level before ending that flow and rinsing her hands, seeking out the cloth left upon the furs and moistening it to start to ease the suds from his previously worked flesh.
She began rinsing the skin that was worked before, it now gleamed in the low light from its attention, she worked her way around to the injured limb, a more tentative care given, not using her fingertips but the light kiss of the sudsy towel. Letting it drift lightly in a kissing sensation over the sore flesh, shivering lightly as hazel orbs flicker toward his face to ensure she does not pain him. Her fingertips ease the cloth back over that pained flesh, seeking down to the palm as she had done before, extra shown to its care not to jar it over much and in its movement to keep it slow, and restricted, shivers as the wince ripples across Your features, a sweat dotting the brow, a thickened swallow as that limb too is eased once more back to the waters to soak within its comforting heat.
The girl eased down to the foot of the tub, lifting the tattooed limb from the waters and began to apply the soapy oils into the roughened skin, feeling the callous built of long worn boots, a slight slip of a smile rippling over the lips as fingers brush the instep with a deliberate lightness, a quick glance under lashes, proving the impish movement, before settling into seriousness, rubbing the thumbs with a pressure up the slope of the instep, feeling the measure of the pressures held captive within the muscles, feeling their care or their neglect through the careful practiced rolls of thumb and the pressure along the heels of her palms as she eases the tension from the limbs.
Her talented fingers move along his toes her fingers curled within, easing the tension upward and outward, keeping her gaze upon the foot before her, working steadily toward the heel and then the ankle, the skin softened by the oils, shining with its touch of suds, her movements were slow but deliberate, occasionally tossing her head to keep the golden spraying thigh kissing tresses from clinging to her heated skin, chewing her lower lip from habit, concentrating.
She continues her task as she eases down his calf, the distance causing the girl to stand, rippling muscles following the demanded movement upon the beast's skin as she rose, working to the knee, a shiver passing along the skin as she swallowed thickly. Letting the limb be released and adverting her gaze to release a breath, and then moving around the opposite side of tub, a crimson flush in her chest and throat.
