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the intimate bathing meme

the intimate bathing meme;

Grooming is an important part of many species' rituals. It keeps them clean, healthy, and content. And a good bath? It can change the whole tone of a day from terrible to relaxed and blissful.

But nudity is sometimes viewed as a weakness - and it is almost always sexualized - so bathing is often kept a private matter. If you do share these moments with someone, they're almost always a significant other or a sexual partner.

Like you're doing now.

Whether it be after a battle or after sex (or before sex, even), the two of you are going to get clean. Be sure to help each other out with that, won't you? After all, there are places on the back that just can't be reached...

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[Derek returns the kiss in kind, slow and deep, before moving his lips back down her jaw and to her neck again. Grinning against her neck as he peppers kisses there still, Derek hums a little. She isn't, he knows that, or she wouldn't still be with him right now. Emma knows what he is, understands the basics of what that means, and she isn't afraid. She certainly hasn't turned him away in disgust and she's seen him shift, now.

Derek's fingertips ghost across her skin and between them, brushing against her inner thigh. His voice is still low when he speaks, but there's more volume to it now than the whisper from before.]

No, you're not specist. I'm glad.

[He lifts his head to capture her mouth again feeling himself getting slowly harder under her touch. He's not in a hurry and it doesn't feel like she is, either. That's just as well for him, because that elongates the encounter. Not that either of them are going anywhere, but it's nice to have these quiet moments with her, dragging everything out just because they can.]

So if I'm not specist, you're just an animal in the sack.

[She swipes her tongue across his lower lip, thighs parting under his touch and a soft breath warming his jaw. He was scared to tell her before, and he had every right to be. If she'd found out during those first few days they met, Emma is almost certain she would have run. It as nothing to do with him and everything to do with past experiences. She needed time to learn to trust him, to see for herself that he wasn't working for someone or against her, because that's what she expects now. It's more surprising when she doesn't get hurt than when she does.

What she's learned in getting to know him is that their differences pale in comparison to all of the issues they have in common. ]

You're just lucky I can keep up with you.

[Most of the time, anyway. She assumes that he still has to hold back for her, that he always will, but he gets what he needs and she usually gets more than that. There's a surprising amount of comfort in knowing that someone is being careful with her for a change, after years of treatment that was harsh and meaningless. He's not like that, even when it is rough and fast, because that's good when it's with him. There's trust here that she hasn't had in years, and it makes all the difference. ]

Again, I haven't heard any complaints, yet, and I think you keep up just fine, beautiful.

[Derek pulls back just enough to look back at Emma and cock his eyebrows before he kisses her again, sucking her bottom lip lightly as he does. As she parts her thighs, his fingers creep higher, lingering on her thigh, still, drawing lazy, absent shapes there as he kisses her.

His body is ready for more, but Derek isn't, just yet, not really. He likes this, the tease of it and the build up. It seems like the longer they do this, the better the sex is when they finally get down to it. Derek isn't sure if it's the sexual tension that builds between them when they're working up to it or the intimate connection there. Or maybe, he supposes, it's both. One thing he does know is that it's never been like this with anybody else.]

I think you're not supposed to call me that.

[The battle has been fought and lost, she'll accept that as long as she doesn't have to admit to it. There's some affection in her voice when she reminds him, a softness that's been creeping in more often lately when it comes to him. There aren't enough minutes in the day for all of her worries, but Emma is finding that it's easier to push those aside when they're together; like maybe openly defying their old habits will convince the universe that they've both been through enough.

They have, even if she doesn't expect that to make much of a difference in the long run.]

Still feeling proud that we made it through the bath?

[He's hard, it barely lasted long enough for them to settle in. She takes another taste of him and slides a leg against his, more interested in the brush of skin and the path of her hands across his torso than immediate gratification. There's time for that, but there's also something almost overwhelmingly intimate about holding off for the sake of kissing and simple contact.]

I think you might as well get used to it.

[He smiles a little as he says it because she doesn't sound frustrated or put out like she used to; it sounds less like a rebuke these days and more like an inside joke between the two of them. Derek's glad for that. He likes being able to give her compliments like that without feeling too much like he's crossing some invisible line they'd both drawn in the sand. It's nicer, now; it's comfortable, now.]

Mmmhmm. I wish we could do that more often.

[A soft sigh issues at the feel of her leg sliding against his. Every touch feels electric somehow, charged with something better than the satisfaction that comes from friction. It just...feels nice.

Derek lets his hands move over her, the one that had settled on her thigh creeping up her side and brushing a thumb gently over her nipple. He's slow about it, still sliding his tongue against hers, because Derek's not in a rush. If they don't have sex at all tonight, that's fine with him, too. He likes this time with Emma and he's going to milk it for all he can because these moments are few and far between and they will be even more so when they're both in Storybrooke.]

Edited 2014-07-08 01:50 (UTC)

[ These moments might as well be considered nonexistent in Storybrooke. Emma would never plan it that way, but she's experienced the trials and tribulations of being the town savior, and it doesn't come with much more than a few days off, if that, before something awful happens. She's more used to fighting to hold on to what she has than taking the time to enjoy it, so while this is nice, it's not ever a normal part of her day.

Hell, it's not even a normal part of her week, year, or decade.]

You'd get tired of it after a while.

[He'd get tired of her after a while, but there's no time for voicing their insecurities tonight. The brush of his thumb sends a soft, warm shiver up her spine and she gasps against his lips, wordlessly voicing her approval in the gentle pull of her nails and the stretch of her body beneath him. She can't remember the last time she's done something like this because she never has not just out of a bath and with hours alone to themselves, with no need to look over their shoulder or rush out. It's a first for her, and he's right, she could get used to it if she didn't know better.]

[ She might think he'll grow tired of her, meanwhile, Derek is just waiting for the other shoe to drop and for her to decide she's ready to tell him to fuck off, that he's bad luck or that he's too young, or not worth her time. Or worse, for her to shatter every ounce of hope he has left that there's a chance, however minute, that there are women out there who can be attracted to him and want him around without wanting anything from him; without wanting to use him to hurt anyone. It's something he's gotten good at pushing down over the years, since Kate, which is probably how he ended up with Jennifer in the first place. He should have just let his distrust guide him. He could be making history or making a new record for personal stupidity by sticking with Emma. He's hoping very, very much for the former. ]

I don't think I would, so long as we didn't do it all the time. ...and God knows we wouldn't have time to do it all the time.

[ Which is exceptionally true for them, given she has a child. Derek doesn't want to think about all the things that could potentially go wrong, though, right now. He wants to concentrate on Emma and the taste and feel of her.

Derek finally breaks the kiss, but only to move his lips to her jaw and down her neck. ]

You know you make me feel like the luckiest man in the world, Emma? I really mean that, even though it sounds like probably the corniest shit I've ever said out loud.

It sounds like you're thinking with something a little lower than your brain.

[Her response is immediate, muffled as it is when she turns her head to give him more room to roam and herself a break from letting him see her eyes. There are two choices here; make a joke of it or take a few minutes to cool off. Taking him seriously and enjoying the compliment never crosses her mind, because it's more than him calling her beautiful or commenting on the things she does to him when they have a weekend to themselves. For what he's been through, it's too much to think that she could make Derek feel like that, so Emma tries to lighten the impact and the comment itself.

She doesn't want to think about it. No one's ever said that to her before.

He might want to take things slow, but after that, she can't help herself. Emma raises her hips to his, letting him feel the growing arousal between her thighs before one of them says too much and ruins everything.

There's a part of her that wants to make up excuses. She's bad luck, and she's definitely too old for him (ignoring the fact that five years is the smallest age difference she's had when it comes to men she's actually cared about). Her whole life, people have told her she's not worth their time. Maybe not in so many words, but in the way they walked out when it got too hard.

So that's not a comment he gets to make now, or maybe ever, because it feels like he means it but that doesn't make it true.]

[Derek's smile falters a little because he knows Emma's just trying to protect herself, but that doesn't make it sting any less when his sentiment isn't taken seriously. Derek, too, has two choices here. He can fail to acknowledge her response at all and pretend he didn't hear it, going on as if she never said it at all or he can probably end up starting a fight without meaning to, just by registering that it hurts. Derek doesn't want to fight with Emma, he hates even thinking about the one time they have so far, so he chooses door number one, ignoring entirely that she's spoken at all, giving her only a shake of his head so that she knows he heard her.

It takes a conscious effort, at first, to pull his focus away from his upset and toward her skin under his hands, but he puts that effort forth for a reason. If he doesn't, he'll lose himself in his own head and she'll know it because he'll wilt and his expertise will be distracted. When she lifts her hips toward him and he can feel that she's wet, that makes it a lot easier and he can take a hint. He's had these rendezvous with Emma often enough to know when she just wants to get down to it. Quite frankly, Derek's not in the mood for anything at all, anymore, but his body betrays that and he doesn't really want to resist her. So he moves his kisses back to her mouth, shifting their bodies to make it easier to slip inside her.]

[ Emma hates herself a little for the hurt that registers in his eyes, that brief flicker of disappointment before Derek's lips claim her mouth, and she nearly pulls back to tell him that they don't have to when he lines up and buries himself inside of her. If it's supposed to be a victory, it sure as hell doesn't feel like one. She eases her hands up against his back like she always does, makes a soft, breathless sound of pleasure when he slides home and rolls her hips to bring him closer, but it's not the same like this. He always wants a little more than she knows how to give, and it'd be selfish of him if not for those moments when Emma is convinced that Derek would give her the world if he could.

She's too damaged for this; for him, and she keeps trying to brace herself for the day when he finally realizes that, but it only drives him away faster. He sees the way she shuts down and backs off by doing the same, and she should be relieved that it's turned to fucking instead of fighting, but Emma doesn't want that, either.

He deserves to know how she feels, even if it only lasts for a little while.

She pulls back from kissing him to stroke her fingers against his cheek, meeting his eyes and hoping he can find the apology in them when she holds his gaze. The attraction between them does all of the work when it needs to, but it takes a lot longer to get to her heart. It's the one criticism she's heard time and time again, that the walls she puts up keep out the things she needs to feel.]

Let's take it slow, okay?

[Emma's only ever asked for the opposite. Rough and fast feels safe to her, makes it more about getting off than connecting with another human being. The suggestion alone leaves her feeling a little too open and more vulnerable than them being joined when she asks, but she cares too much not to try. She can't say the things he does, but she can try to meet him halfway.]

Edited 2014-07-09 23:17 (UTC)

[Whether or not he's feeling it before he actually sinks into her, the sound that she makes, the warmth of her around him, and the predictable way her hips roll and her hands move against his back feels a lot more like home than he's willing to admit. He lets out a low hum in response by reflex, his own hips grinding against hers for more friction with less effort. He almost likes it better like this, really, than when they're both exerting tons of energy to keep up with one another's needs and desires between the sheets.

...but it surprises him when Emma suggests they take it slow, because she's only ever wanted the opposite, in his experience. Fast, rough, and bordering dirty seems to be her preference and Derek's fine with that because he likes it that way, too, admittedly.

He searches her eyes, slowing the rocking of his hips, because he doesn't need her to pander to him; doesn't want to take it slow if she's only doing it because she caught on that he was upset.]

Is that what you want?

[ She wants a lot of things, most of which Emma can never bring herself to ask for because they're a lot more than a night in bed together. Derek will have the way back to Storybrooke, and she knows that's a start; something he ended up having to mention to her. It can't be any easier for him to reach out to her, but he makes the effort and she means to do the same. Fear always gets the better of her, makes it seem like she wants too much or keeps getting ahead of herself.

She feels things for him that she doesn't even want to think about. It's too soon, it's too much pressure, she'd regret even thinking about the places this could go if she didn't stay in control of herself. And yet sometimes, she just wants a break from having to hold back with him.]

Yeah, I want it. I want you.

[As much as she might like to kiss him and let him take that encouragement for what it's worth, she holds his gaze, lets him see the certainty and the actual need there. This isn't just about giving him what she wants, because they both know better than that. This is trust that Emma has to offer him, something she's tired of denying herself just for the sake of protecting a heart that's already involved in this.

Her hips meet his and she rocks up in a long, slow stretch beneath him to see what Derek wants to do with it. He has her answer, now she needs his.]

[Derek looks right back at her, into her eyes and it isn't like he has to, because he already knows she's not lying when she says it, or if she is, she's lying to herself enough that she believes it. He wishes things were different for both of them, but it'd be easier even if one of them hadn't built up such strong walls around themselves. Derek's trying harder than he should be to break down his own because, at the end of the day, he's got nothing left to lose if he's wrong again and she means to tears him asunder just like the other two women before her. His sister is safely tucked away in South America and there's no one left that he cares about enough not to give in when he feels about Emma the way he does.

He knows it's easier for him to try because she has Henry, her parents; an entire town to worry about dragging down with her if she's wrong about him. Derek has nothing; no one. So while he's still afraid, sometimes, it's only for his own well-being and that's much, much easier to disregard for something that he wants so badly.

And it almost looks like she's trying to communicate more than desire there, in her eyes, so Derek waits before he closes the gap between them with a kiss that's deep and heartfelt, but short so that he can speak again.]

I want you, too, Emma.

[You're all I want, goes unsaid but he feels it and it's hiding behind his eyes when he looks back at her briefly before rocking his hips again slowly to sink deeper inside her.]

[ Today started out as a lazy day together; there's something about this that works in spite of Emma always wanting to hold back. Their secrets are out and they both know what they're getting into, but it still feels like the world outside of this room melts away when they're together. She can't help but wonder if the things they've been through might be part of what keeps them together now, instead of the things she assumes are going to tear them apart.

It'll be her, when it comes down to it. Something she can't give, or say, some piece of herself she won't be able to reveal to him. He deserves someone who has their life together and isn't expecting their non-relationship to cave in at any moment, but she wants him here for as long as he's willing to stick around.]

I think this counts as having me, Derek.

[She starts to smirk but her lips part in a moan instead, that nervous tension from before easing into something infinitely more pleasurable while she lets him set the pace. It's proof that she doesn't have to fight him - because she likes it like this, bringing her hips up to fit herself to him, slow and deep like they have all the time in the world. Her lips skim his neck just like his did a few moments ago and then move in against his for another kiss, letting it last a little longer this time.

He has her, alright.]

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