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"You definitely feel like the prime I missed," Reeve shrugs, but he's smiling. Fondly. This man is amazing.

"After, you'll stay at my side, right?"

"Flatter." He speaks as he retrieves the key from the discarded bag which still contains various pieces of clothes and toys. "I figured we could actually take a nice, long, hot bath together after this. What do you think?"

He moves back towards the bed, indicating Reeve to roll to his side so the blond is able to access the cuffs.

"I might need to lay here for a while," Reeve answers. "But a bath sounds good."

He rolls onto his side, making sure his wrists are accessible with the key.

"You rest and I can go draw a bath." He slides onto the bed, uncuffing Reeve carefully and glancing at his wrists, seeming pleased that they are not too red; the choice of cuff was good. Still, he does check. "No terrible pain in your wrists? Or anywhere else?ç

"Make sure you don't forget to shade in the lines when you draw it," Reeve jokes. Forgive him, he is a bit giggly with the pleasure of the day.

"No, only pleasant stings," Reeve promises, his hands coming up to rub at his wrists. So good.

"I never do anything normak, Reeve, including when I color." He purrs as he is wont to do, pecking Reeve's cheek gently before standing again. "I'll come back when it's ready, so be a good boy and wait, mm?"

"Brat," Reeve calls after his lover, but there is nothing but affection in his tone. "As if I'd want to go anywhere."

"You love me, anyway." He calls back, disappearing into the bathroom for a time to do as was promised, and letting Reeve just lay there and recover from what Rufus can only hope was a pleasureable overload.

After a time he does come back out, though, moving over to the bed and crawling onto it enough to be able to look at Reeve. "Still awake?"

Oh, very overloaded. Poor Reeve. Maybe he couldn't help up with the younger man.

"Yes. Indeed. Just resting here, basking in the knowledge that there won't be flareups to stop us in the future."

"Let us sincerely hope not." He raises a brow, keeping his voice as light as possible, since some small part of him will always contemplate what might happen due to his status as Shinra's hair; whether the company exists outwardly or not anymore.

"Either way, I'm going to draw you out of your reverie for a bath. It's warm, and there was even some lavender bath salts in there to use. So don't fall asleep in the bath, okay?" A small smirk. "Not that I'd mind doing mouth-to-mouth if I had to, but it wouldn't really be all that much fun."

"It might be more amusing to send Reno to give me mouth to mouth?" Reeve teases.

He finally rolls off of the bed and sighs contentedly as he pads forward. "Show me, love."

"By the time we got him to stop fussing, you'd be drown." Rufus slides his arm through Reeve's, walking with him towards the bathroom. "We can settle for describing our exploits to him in detail for the same effect."

"Sounds lovely, dear," Reeve smiles. And he lays his free hand on Rufus's forearm. Is he absolutely trying to pull off the 'lovely lady on the arm of the Shinra Heir at a party look? Yep. Clearly nailed it.

Rufus may notice, smirks just a little, but says nothing as they get into the rather large bathroom. Obviously, Rufus went all out on things, and there will be no concern of them being cramped inside the tub.

Though it seems Rufus isn't entering just yet, as he draws his arm away and indicates Reeve to get in first. "Get in and relax. I'll sit behind you get your back washed. And your hair, if you want."

Reeve? Has never been in a tub this big. Sure, he knew they existed, but... Wow. He stares for a moment. Then nods and moves to climb into the tub.

"I suppose I never understood the purpose of a large tub before."

"It's really just to show off, or for orgies." Sitting on the edge of the tub, he reaches for the soap nearby, he chuckles a little bit. "Though the occasional relaxational use is nice. And after all we did, it is time to relax for a bit."

"Orgies?" Reeve asks, and he's blushing deeply to say it. Clearly the man hasn't been involved in one and wouldn't know what to do with it.

"I think I'd prefer relaxing, rather than stewing in the results of our pleasure."

"You look a little like a tomato." The blond laughs softly, but the tone of his voice shows he means the remark affectionately, even as he begins to wash Reeve down slowly.

If the man doesn't say much to the remark, he may even hear Rufus start idly humming as he works.

The humming is strangely soothing. To the point where the color soon fades and Reeve just smiles softly.

"You know, if I told anyone just how tender you are as a person, I'd be laughed out of most rooms."

"Hm?" Rufus sets the soap down, reaching to cup the water and begin to rinse Reeve off. "That would be what I intended. It would never have done for people to think the heir to Shinra wasn't as cold and ruthless as his father. Or more so."

"More flies with honey than vinegar," Reeve counters.

Though he knows that isn't true. Vinegar gets far.

"Not in my world. Now hand me the shampoo." At the least, Rufus doesn't seem upset. More, he is stating a fact they both know too well, and one that has more than once bitten the blond in the ass.

"It's not your world anymore, love," Reeve counters as he takes the bottle and passes it back. "Perhaps a small change is needed."

"Still enough people who need to believe it, for now." Rufus begins to wash Reeve's hair, quite thorough in his work; something he seems to do no matter what he is doing.

Oh come now, don't be so silly. But he relaxes over the hands in his hair.

"Well, for now I'm happy to be pampered."

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Will respond as Vin later

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