She loves him more than she can say right now, and by the time they part, she's so filthy that she just strips them both down and gets in with him.
There are so many thoughts going through her mind that she decides not to speak at all while she very tenderly and with so much love begins to wash him. She's checking for injuries while she's at it, but as the water begins to run clear and there are no injuries that require more than just this shower to clean them, it hits her that he's here with her and perfect if not tired and hungry as hell.
He knows what she thought, so she doesn't tell him. Instead, she looks up as she rinses him off tenderly, holding his gaze.
"I love you, James."
It feels important to say, the real emotion of it brewing in her eyes. The fact that she's decided he needs her to take care of him means that she's carefully calm. No one else would likely know that she's a breath away from crying in sheer relief. No one but him.
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There are so many thoughts going through her mind that she decides not to speak at all while she very tenderly and with so much love begins to wash him. She's checking for injuries while she's at it, but as the water begins to run clear and there are no injuries that require more than just this shower to clean them, it hits her that he's here with her and perfect if not tired and hungry as hell.
He knows what she thought, so she doesn't tell him. Instead, she looks up as she rinses him off tenderly, holding his gaze.
"I love you, James."
It feels important to say, the real emotion of it brewing in her eyes. The fact that she's decided he needs her to take care of him means that she's carefully calm. No one else would likely know that she's a breath away from crying in sheer relief. No one but him.