"Do you really need me here?" Sesshomaru mumbled, back turned from me as I undressed.

"… suppose not," I murmured after a pause. "Go on back to your nerdy lawyer stuff; I can bathe on my own," I sighed, slipping into the warm and inviting water.

The bath was a fairly good size, enough for two people to fit comfortably. I don't know why I bought it to be honest. Maybe it was because I enjoyed bathing with people. I don't know why I thought that Sesshomaru would be relaxed enough to join me; I could feel that maybe he wasn't fully comfortable with the relationship in general. I sank further into the water, hearing him leave the room, though he didn't close the door behind him. Jeez, what a mom; probably wanted to make sure he could hear me if I needed help.

Apple and cinnamon?

I looked over to see Sesshomaru carry in a platter of candles. He set them carefully around the tub and on the soap holder. I offered him a small smile in return.

"Thank you, Sesshomaru," I murmured quietly, watching him carefully. What an odd move…

"I… turn around," he murmured gruffly, having a sincerely hard time looking in my general direction.

I paused, somewhat unsure, before quietly turning away the best I could. After a moment, I heard his clothes drop the floor hurriedly and he slid into the tub, on the other side. I grinned happily at him.

"Didn't know you could stand to see your clothes all crumpled on the floor like that," I teased lightly.

"Come here and I'll wash your back," he murmured quietly, rolling his eyes. "And your hair."

"What about your hair?" I countered, complying and moving close to him so that he had access to my back.

"My hair takes too long to wash; the water would become cold and undesirable," he pointed out, grabbing a wash cloth and the bar of soap.

Honestly, I wouldn't care if the water became cold; simply sitting here with him made me happy. I leaned back into his touch, enjoying the physical affection so much I even started softly humming.

"The meeting with the private investigator is tomorrow, however if you're not feeling up to speaking with him–"

"It's not me I'm worried about," I admitted quietly, making a little bubble mountain on his knee. "It's Shippo. You made sure it's after school, right?"

"Of course. I would like to walk with you to pick him up at his school, if you don't mind."

I grinned a little once again and leaned back, preventing him washing my back now.

"Of course you can," I replied happily, reaching up and lightly pecking his cheek.

He watched me for a brief moment before slowly bringing a hand to my cheek and leaning down. He pressed his lips to mine and I happily returned the embrace, turning my body just a touch more so that we could kiss more comfortably. My belly tightened and I moved a little closer. When the embrace was broken, he looked at me for only a little longer before gently turning me back around and grabbing the shampoo.

"Who's being questioned first?" I inquired, just letting him do as he please. His pace, not mine.

"You. Kaede will sit with Shippo while the questioning takes place," he informed me, gently massaging the shampoo into my hair.

I let out a soft sigh and sat quietly. Suddenly, water was dumped on my head and I blinked a few times, turning slightly to face him.

"You brought a cup? Seriously?" I snorted.

My teasing was met with another cup of water being dumped on my head.

"Yes. Now turn back around," he chided, to which I complied.

"How come you don't want me to look at you?" I sighed, pulling my knees to my chest.

"Why are so insistent on looking at me?" he responded, rinsing out the shampoo.

"Because I like looking at beautiful things and people," I answered in a mumble against my knees.

I glanced over at the mountain of bubbles on his knee and noticed that it was dwindling. Determined, I started putting more bubbles on and making it stand up right.

"What in the world are you doing?"

"Making a tower to heaven," I answered without really thinking.

"Do you believe in heaven?" he inquired, finished with the shampoo and starting with the conditioner.

"No. But that's not to say it isn't real," I snorted.

"Would it really matter?"

I glanced back at him.

"Why? Because you're a demon?" I murmured, quirking an eyebrow. "Being a demon doesn't make you a bad person," I pointed out. "Hades is a very technical man, but he listens to his wife and she is just. She'll see you for who you are and that's a good person."

"What about you? Are you a good person?" he asked, going to wash my arms while the conditioner set.

I paused for longer than maybe he wouldn't have liked; longer than even I would have liked. Honestly, I didn't know how to answer. Was I? Sure, I trained dogs for free, but that was only because I had enough money to last me two lifetimes, maybe three. Sure, I was fighting for Shippo, but how could I be sure this is what Shippo wanted?

I've killed so many people; both innocent and guilty. I had supported Hitler under the guise of Ursa's righteousness. I killed for that man and many more and it made me sick to my stomach. Do I regret all of those killings? Of course. I just wish I could take it all back, but no one can turn back time, not even the gods.

"No. I'm not a good person," I mumbled, wrapping my arms around my knees once again.

"Then neither am I."

I looked back at him in shock and confusion and he simply shrugged, then placed a light kiss on my forehead.

"I'm helping you, who is apparently a bad person, therefore I must be a bad person, no?"

"But good people are sucked into the things without knowing! That doesn't make them bad people; that makes the bad people even worse!" I responded quickly, turning to face him even more.

"Then maybe you should listen to your own logic," he murmured, gently turning me back around so that he could rinse out the conditioner.

I paused, sitting there in silence for a few moments, before just smiling a little bit. Sometimes I wanted to knock his teeth out, though that wasn't one of those times. I allowed him to finish taking care of my hair, meanwhile playing with some of his.

When he finished, he murmured, "Remy. Turn around for a moment."

Upon doing so, his lips collided with mine and even though it took me somewhat by surprise, I smiled happily into the kiss, turning even more to face him. He brought one hand to rest on my waist and the other found it's way to the back of my head. In turn, I slipped my arms around his neck and pressed closer. We both almost forgot we were in the tub, but then Sesshomaru smashed his elbow on the nozzle. Snarling a curse under his breath, I just laughed and made sure he wasn't bleeding.

"Are you allright, Sesshomaru?" I asked, through my chuckles, trying hard to compose myself.

"Fine. We should dry off anyways; the water is becoming cold," he mumbled, still somewhat annoyed.

I just shook my head and started to stand up, though apparently too quickly for I almost fell back down again, head spinning.

"Oh jeez, sorry," I apologized, watching Sesshomaru catch me, then help me to stand.

"I told you to take it easy," he sighed, helping me out of the tub, though he avoided me with his gaze.

"Bah, what's a few little scrapes and bruises every once in a while? Keeps ya on your toes, I say," I teased, grabbing a towel from the rack and tossing it to him.

"Those weren't… fine, fine, just… take it easy tonight, all right?" he murmured, drying out his hair.

"How could I possibly take it easy with such a hunky demon in my bed, hm?" I inquired playfully, rolling up my towel and whipping his butt.

He whipped around, starting to say something, but then just turned back around as quickly as he had looked at me. I frowned a little bit at that and looked down at my own body. Was I not appealing to him? I'm used to merely sleeping around with guys; not forming actual relationships. I quietly started to dry off, too. I'd been told that relationships weren't supposed to be all about sex. Maybe I should heed that advice. I didn't know what experience Sesshomaru had had with sex or relationships in general. I'd honestly rather not tell him about my own, unless he asked. Only seemed fair.

Okay, slow and easy, Remy. No need to rush; we both had all the time in the world, right?

"Remington. Are you all right?"

"Hm? Oh, uh yeah," I murmured, quickly covering myself with a towel when he glanced over.

He paused, seeming to be thinking, before he said, "Can we… have intercourse tonight?"