Humid

The bath is scalding hot and foamy with soap; Hanna enjoys how the heat and scent seem to sear off any trace of dirt or sweat. For a landship, the facilities are awfully nice. The bathroom has to be cramped to fit a deep, wide bath reaching wall to wall like this, but it still looks homely. Floral patterned curtains hide a toilet and sink, but you can still see some of the wooden cabinets from inside, surely stuffed full of Mu's salts and dried petals. A planter hangs just beside the ceiling window, a thin viney plant spills over the sides. Hannna wonders if it ever gets watered, or if it just lives off of the condensation.

Across the little room, the door handle rattles.

H: I'm in the bath!
O: My bad. Are you going to be long? I haven't been able to shower all day.

For someone who reads the future, Hanna wonders how he always has such unfortunate timing. She sets her mind to a single thought.

H: [Come in if you want.]

Octantis' voice rings inside her head, as if it were her own internal monologue.

O: [I can wait, don't worry about it.]
H: [Not want you wait.]

With their minds so close, he surely would have seen the image in her head: their bodies, bare under the hot water, skin pressing together. She goes on.

O: [Can you at least get the door?]
H: [Do trick?]
H: [Do trick please?]

The telepathy isn't fully two-way, but she doesn't need that to know he's smiling. The lock snaps open, as if turned by a ghost, and Octantis steps into view, struggling not to smirk as he shuts the door.

O: Off mission and you're still bossing me around.

He jokes, disrobing. Hanna sits and budges up a little to make room.

H: I'm not your boss, and I know you love it anyway.
O: I can put up with it, but only because you let me in early, and also because I love you.

Smut

Ocantis winces slightly as he lowers into the water. He opens his mouth to complain, but is immediately met with Hanna's lips pressing into his own, her arms either side of him, steadying her as she leans in. He kisses back, and places a hand softly behind her head, pulling in ever so slightly. Time melts for a while as the two keep kissing, adjusting their bodies as they move closer together.

The boy is firm yet gentle, as if handling a delicate vase, unforceful, yet refusing to let go. She feels a sort of restrained desparation from him, matching each kiss or grope with the same eager intesity she has. His hand traces down her chest, and they pause for a moment..

H: I love you too.

He sits back a little, beaming. She's still not used to seeing him smile like this, it's adorable. The blood rushing to his cheeks renders him in a faintly bluish tint.

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