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I am curling my hair when I hear the door open. Usually I would go and say hi, wrap you in a hug but I am naked and in the bath and while the nakedness doesn't really matter, I don't want to get water all over the floor again. My parents were mad enough after we managed to flood the bathroom that last time. Instead I call out; you follow my voice through the piles of stuff my mum could never throw out until your face is right in front of me and I want to kiss you. The hair curler is hot against my head though so I smile and watch as your face flickers to happy before your eyes run over my body and grow cold.
Get out the bath Britts, you say and your tone is gentle but commanding and so I do as you tell me to, forgetting my modesty under your unwavering gaze. Your fingers are cold against my body all warmed from the water and goosebumps break out across my chest as you grab the curler from me. Your gentle as always but silent and I feel the tense air beneath my tongue and decide not to talk.
Your hands feel stormy when they pull me out of the bath by my waist and I feel like a little girl as you sit me on the edge of the bathtub and start drying me off. My head is butting into your stomach and the feeling takes me back years instantly and as you dry me your hands under the towel slowly calm into rain, slight wind. I literally feel you calm under my skin and my eyes never leave your face as the storm dims. When I'm all dry and the tiny blow heater in the corner is humming contentedly, you put the towel away and move up to look into my eyes.
You look worried more than the angry I thought you were before and soon enough you're moving away again and I can breathe. You pick up the curling iron and move me so I'm sitting on the toilet lid, my back to you.
Your fingers are soft San, softer than anyone's I've ever felt, even Kurt's as you run them through my hair, picking up the bits up the back I had missed. I don't feel anything until I feel the heat of it close against my head and when I do the fingers of your other hand move slowly across my back, making goosebumps come up again but not from the cold this time. When you've worked your way around my head you spin me back to you, brown eyes holding and capturing my own. You're like a magnet San, sometimes I feel like I can never look away or I'll just fall down.
Don't do that again, okay? you ask but the stern worried tone tells me it's not a question. I smile slightly, lean into the palm that's come up to my cheek and nod, the slightest movement I can manage.
I promise, I say and you try to hide the look of relief that washes across your face by picking up the curling iron and starting on a piece of hair that's resting on your cheek.