[ alisaie laughs against his mouth, soft and light, and at last begins to lighten her hold, pulling away - but only enough to continue her work. ]
That is a hard pressed record to break.
[ she teases, while gently drawing the warm washcloth over his shoulders again, scrubbing away dirt and sweat from his hairline and collar, rubbing it behind his ears, against his nape, into his hair, down into all those nooks and crannies she knows he'll itch about later. her boy sure likes to be clean.. i can understand that.
only when she is done does she continue, rinsing the cloth with more warm soap and water before she's washing his arms one at a time, scrubbing gently from shoulder to his dirty fingertips. really, he needs two baths, but this will already be worlds better. ]
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That is a hard pressed record to break.
[ she teases, while gently drawing the warm washcloth over his shoulders again, scrubbing away dirt and sweat from his hairline and collar, rubbing it behind his ears, against his nape, into his hair, down into all those nooks and crannies she knows he'll itch about later. her boy sure likes to be clean.. i can understand that.
only when she is done does she continue, rinsing the cloth with more warm soap and water before she's washing his arms one at a time, scrubbing gently from shoulder to his dirty fingertips. really, he needs two baths, but this will already be worlds better. ]
I'd nearly begun to miss your teary outbursts.