Precious smoothskin, he was precious to this smoothskin, and that thought alone had Charon moaning into her mouth. Spoon made noises of her own, hers shyer than his but no less genuine for their lack of volume.
"You...care for me?" Charon murmured finally, heartened by her enthusiastic response to his kisses.
Spoon nodded wildly, flushing and drawing her knees up to her chest. Well, closer to her chest, anyway. She was already almost folded in half in the tiny tub. Charon dared to put a hand on her shoulder, still shocked when Spoon didn't pull away. She practically did the opposite, tugging on the hem of his shirt.
"Please?"
Charon hesitated for a minute. "It...it ain't that pretty smoothskin. I don't want to...uh. It might be easier if I just left my shirt on?"
It'll scare you. I'm ugly as fuck, smoothskin.
The unspoken words hung in the air between them for a minute, before Spoon huffed out a frustrated breath.
"I want to see you, if you'll let me." she said carefully, her hands now just resting on his shirt hem. "I understand if you don't want me to see, but please don't leave it on if you're worried about what I'll think."
Charon swallowed hard. "H...how can I not be worried, Spoon? It's no secret you're damn important to me already. Not because you're my...my mistress, but because you take care of me like no one ever has. And...and I'm gonna' sound like a giant bitch if I let this train keep rolling." he grumbled.
"Well, it's just me here. And you know I don't give a flying fuck." Spoon grinned, "Spill it, you big bitch."
Charon snarled half-heartedly; the noise dissolved too quickly into a wry smile to be anywhere near effective. He settled for peeling his shirt off instead of continuing his train of thought. The way Spoon's cheeks darkened violently was almost morbidly gratifying.
"Well?" the giant ghoul rumbled.
Spoon picked her jaw back up, inching forward in her tub. "Can I...?" she trailed off, looking up for permission. She saw some kind of internal struggle quickly get snuffed out before Charon nodded.
"Just...slowly." he warned, an odd note in his voice. "Last thing you want is a residual kicking in and me snapping your wrist off 'accidentally' because I think you're trying to steal my damn dinner tray."
"Yes, sir!"
Spoon tentatively reached out her hand, hearing (and feeling) a deep inhale as she made contact with the taut skin of Charon's chest. "This okay?" she asked, waiting for the nod before she continued with her other hand. Fingers splayed on Charon's ragged skin, questing curiously across the unfamiliar terrain that was her ally, partner, and perhaps even more than that.
The ghoul hissed out a breath through his teeth. His fists clenched and unclenched in the water on either side of Spoon. Spoon looked up with a thoughtful frown. "You can touch me too, y'know." she said quietly. "I really wouldn't mind it one bit."
"That's...it's alright?" Charon asked thickly, his hand on her thigh almost before he had finished speaking.
"You trust me, I'll trust you." the woman answered simply, rising on her knees out of the tub. She fidgeted as Charon stilled. It was a rather small tub. But that thought fled her mind as the ghoul's fingers skimmed up her sides, making her squeak with the light touch. His hands were shaking somewhat as she carefully cupped them in her own. "Hey big guy..."
Charon's eyes snapped up to hers, his expression dazed. Spoon smiled gently at him. "Are you okay, Charon?"
He hugged her again, nodding into her neck. There was silence for a few minutes while Spoon let herself be held.
"I'm actually...I'm a lot better than okay, smoothskin."