Welcome back to another installment of the Heart Series. This is the first of four one-shots which occur after the main story of Marks On My Heart. Each of these one-shots can be read as a stand-alone or part of a larger series, whichever you prefer. I modified this version of Soothe My Heart to match 's highest rating. If you want the explicit version please see my Archive of Our Own account, same pen name, same title.

Trigger Warning: Minor mentions of abusive parents and an absent parent.

While each of these one-shots centers on different characters I've made the conscious choice to continue to tell this story from Shouto's point of view. I enjoyed the challenge this presented when writing one-shots that focus on Katsuki and Izuku. I hope I did their stories justice through Shouto's eyes. Enjoy!

Soothe My Heart

There were few things that hurt Shouto more than seeing joy bleed away from his lovers faces; especially Katsuki, who so rarely allowed himself to be vulnerable enough for expression without reservation.

Izuku hadn't seen Katsuki's features start to twist and shield themselves, but he looked up from his book as though he'd felt the shift of energy in the room. He shared a pensive glance with Shouto when Katsuki started to walk away from them. Mitsuki-san's sharp, biting tones spilled out around the edges of Katsuki's cell phone, currently pressed to his ear. Even the echoing slam of the study door couldn't completely muffle the sound.

The sofa cushion dipped as Izuku shuffled closer and Shouto surrendered to the pull of gravity. Their hands found and held each other. Palms pressed to palm, and their fingers threaded together tighter than a tailored seam.

"I hate this."

Shouto leaned his head against Izuku's shoulder and let his eyes drift shut for a moment when Izuku nuzzled back. "I do too."

"I know she's in pain, but it's just cruel for her to take it out on Kacchan like that."

Something damp trickled into Shouto's hair before the first sniffle broke loose. Shouto pulled Izuku into his arms. "I don't think she can see that right now."

Izuku's fingers curled into fists in the fabric of Shouto's shirt. "Why are you so fucking calm about this?"

"Why are you so angry?"

Izuku pulled out of Shouto's embrace, leaving his balled fists pressed against his own chest. "This is bullshit, Sho. She knows, she knows she's behaving badly. She's apologized for this exact thing before and—"

"She's human."

Breath heaved from Izuku's lungs and across Shouto's palm as he reached forward to cup Izuku's cheek.

"You love seeing the best in others, Izuku, and you have a way of pulling it out of them." Shouto smoothed away a track of fresh tears with his thumb. "You did more for me, when we barely knew each other, than anyone else had done in years. I might have won the fight at the sports festival, but you were better hero."

Izuku leaned against Shouto's palm and held it to his face with both hands.

"And you still can't fight other people's battles for them," Shouto continued. "If I really believed Katsuki would be happier not talking to his mother I'd help him cut ties. I do have some experience in that area."

"Sho." Izuku's tone softened, and he reached for Shouto. Shouto nuzzled Izuku's hands when they made contact with this skin.

"I don't think that's what either of them want, or what would make them happy. They want to be good to each other and figuring out how can be messy."

Izuku's thumb rubbed across Shouto's cheek and through part of his scar. "You have some experience there too."

Shouto nodded and leaned forward until his forehead rested against Izuku's. "Yeah."

Izuku bunted his head affectionately against Shouto's brow, kissing the skin right between his eyes. "I'm sorry both of you have had to struggle so much."

Shouto drew in a long, slow breath, and shrugged. "None of us won the parent lottery."

Indignant amusement flashed to life in Izuku's eyes. "Excuse you; my mother is amazing."

Shouto slid the back of his fingers across Izuku's cheek in a slow caress that ended when he gripped the back of Izuku's neck. "I wasn't talking about your mother..."

Green lashes quivered shut across freckled cheeks and Shouto wrapped himself around his lover.

"What are we going to do?" The words were more than half-muffled against the fabric of Shouto's shirt, but he understood them anyway.

"We can talk to him, if he wants to, hold him if he lets us… It might help to go shopping."

Izuku pulled back just enough to frown at Shouto. "Retail therapy?"

"Somewhat," Shouto agreed. "I saw an advertisement for sales and specials at the local market on my run this morning."

"Oh." Izuku's eyes softened and widened slightly as the idea settled. "You might be right." Izuku's hands trailed up and down Shouto's arms in an almost absentminded caress. "I'd rather do something for Kacchan, but—"

"Letting him cook; giving him something else to focus on is doing something for him."

"Maybe." Izuku tapped his index finger against his lips. It was a common gesture when he was deep in thought and it made Shouto want to kiss him. Green eyes lifted to Shouto's face. "How—" Izuku's question was cut off by the rattling shudder of the study door opening and being violently shut again.

Katsuki's footfalls were heavy, even on the carpeted hallway. The reverberations knocked Shouto's heart hard against his ribs. Shouto knew his lovers would never hurt him, but that didn't stop the alarm bells and surge of adrenaline almost hardwired into his body.

Katsuki paused at the open doorway to the living room. His shoulders were bunched and rolled forward in a posture that was both aggressive and defensive at the same time. His arms swung wide from his body and the knuckles of both hands were white. Shouto hoped the structural integrity of Katsuki's phone would survive the onslaught of the fingers curled violently around it.

"What?" The word was half barked, and half growled.

Shouto's eyes snapped to Katsuki's narrowed red ones. They held the same challenge and determination Katsuki brought to every fight.

"Kacchan…" The affectionate nickname was wet and tremulous from Izuku's lips; he was tearing up again.

"Don't!" Katsuki's free hand shot up and out like he was smacking something away. "Don't. I need a minute. Fuck." Katsuki racked fingers bent like ridged claws through his hair. "I'm going for a walk."

The movement of Katsuki's turn towards the door was jerky and violent. His arm knocked against the wall as he moved and his phone flew from his fingers, clattering loudly on the floor as it landed.

"Fuck!"

"I can get that for you."

Katsuki's gaze snapped to Shouto as he stood from the sofa and reached for the phone, which had tumbled against a bookshelf, with exaggerated slowness.

Shouto lifted the phone and turned it over in his fingers. "It's not damaged." He stood and lifted the phone in Katsuki's general direction. "If you want, I'll shut it off and put it away for a while."

Katsuki huffed and rolled his eyes. "Fucking whatever." He pulled his jacket from the closet by the front door as if it had personally offended him. "I'm going to run the park loop until I can fucking think straight." He popped the collar up, another layer of armor against the world outside.

Izuku stepped forward. "I love you, Kacchan."

Katsuki's body jerked to a rigid halt. His fingers were wrapped around the handle of the front door in a grip so tight the door rattled slightly. Shouto could hear air being drawn through clenched teeth. "I love you too." Sad red eyes flickered to Shouto's face and a muscle in Katsuki's jaw spasmed in a revolt against the tension being applied to it. "Both of you."

The muscles in Katsuki's arms coiled more tightly, pulling the door open. It thudded shut behind him in a gesture that just barely avoided being a slam. Three heartbeats later the phone in Shouto's hand started to ring.

Izuku and Shouto shared a charged glance. Shouto pressed his thumb to the touch screen and accepted the call.

"Katsuki, listen—"

"Katsuki isn't here." Shouto wasn't shouting; he wasn't even speaking loudly, and his words still seemed to bring Mitsuki-san up short. "He left for a run because it was too painful for him to be here right now, even with Izuku and I. Don't call him back today."

The pause on the other end of the line as lengthy, but a glance at the screen told Shouto the connection was still there. He waited.

"…I'm sorry…"

"If you are truly sorry spend today thinking about how you can show that with action instead of words. That's the kind of change Katsuki needs. He'll call you again when he's ready."

"…yes… okay."

Shouto ended the call and shut Katsuki's phone off completely. When the screen flickered to black he lifted his head and took in a teary-eyed Izuku.

"Again, how are you so fucking calm?" The question was asked in a quiet voice around a series of sniffles.

Shouto opened his arms and Izuku stepped into them, burying his head in the crook of Shouto's neck. Strong shoulders quivered with the force of Izuku's emotion. Shouto pressed a kiss against Izuku's temple and ran a hand in steady strokes up and down Izuku's back. "You don't have to play peacemaker alone ever again."

Izuku shuddered in his arms and Shouto held him tighter. "And I'm not calm," Shouto clarified. He really thought the tremor rippling through his fingertips would give him away. "I'm trying to help you both. It gives me a sense of purpose."

"Thank you…"

Shouto squeezed Izuku tighter. "Anytime."

They rocked in place, and for a long time the room was filled with the sound of quiet breathing and the occasional sniffle. Izuku grew heavy in his arms and Shouto wondered if he'd started to doze on his feet.

"Is it time for a nap?" The question was almost a whisper. If Izuku had found peace on the edge of sleep, Shouto didn't want to disturb him.

Izuku groaned and rocked his head back and forth. "I'm awake, I just like being in your arms."

"I'm happy to hold you all day if I have your permission to do so."

Shouto felt Izuku's lips curve into a smile against the skin of his neck. "Don't tempt me. I still have to be a functioning member of society."

The fingers currently buried in Izuku's hair, the fingers of Shouto's right hand, activated the aspect of his quirk that his mother had taught him could be used for healing. It was a lesson begun after Shouto had burned the evidence of what he'd thought at the time was a one-way soulmate bond off his wrist.

As much as Shouto regretted the self-destructive impulses he still carried with him, he couldn't bring himself to regret that moment of desperation. When he looked at the scar on his wrist that forever blotted out the place where Izuku and now Katsuki's names would be, it only reminded Shouto of his first steps towards becoming a nurse. It was that same self-chosen career that had brought Shouto, Izuku, and Katsuki together again, when Katsuki had been badly injured in battle with a dangerous villain.

A cascade of goosebumps rippled across Izuku's skin and he sighed, leaning into the touch which Shouto hoped would ease any building headache.

"I've been thinking…" Shouto kept his voice to a low murmur, just in case Izuku was experiencing sound sensitivity. Post-cry headaches or migraines were most common when he was particularly stressed, and he was so protective of Katsuki.

"Hm?"

"It might be good for Katsuki to cook if he wants to, but I'm not sure I want to suggest that to him after his run. In his current headspace, he might dive into perfectionism in an unhealthy way and make it a bigger project than it needs to be."

Izuku's frustrated growl rippled against Shouto's skin. "Yeah…"

"But there's nothing stopping us from going shopping for him." Izuku lifted his head and Shouto let his fingers trail across Izuku's cheek and down the curve of his neck. "It doesn't hurt to have more ingredients in the house, even if he decides he doesn't want to cook."

Izuku nodded. "Good plan. Do you want to go now?"

"Are you safe to come with me? You shouldn't push yourself if you have a headache."

"I'm sore, but it's not even a headache." Izuku smoothed one hand through his wild curls. "If it'll make you feel better I'll drink an entire glass of water and bring my sunglasses to the store."

Shouto leaned forward to press a kiss into the delicate skin between Izuku's eyes. "Thank you."

They were putting the groceries away when Katsuki came home.

A whoosh of air rushed into their home, heralding the force with which Katsuki opened the door. Tension rippled along Shouto's muscles, and he watched Izuku's shoulder's bunch in anticipation. The door shut behind Katsuki with a soft click. There wasn't a rattle or reverberation to be felt or heard.

A flash of blonde spikes strode through their living room and down the hall. The bathroom door slid open, then closed.

"It took me too long to realize that offering to hold Kacchan when he's this upset only overwhelms him," Izuku observed, staring down the dark hallway after his husband.

Shouto understood the impulse. It was hard not to reach out to Katsuki when he was in such obvious pain, but if distance was what Katsuki needed, Shouto would honor that. "If it helps, you can hold me."

Izuku turned, drawing Shouto in with welcoming green eyes and open arms. Shouto leaned down and nestled his head against Izuku's shoulder. Shouto felt Izuku's hands settle around his waist and against the back of his head, locking him in place with a powerful sense of belonging.

"I love you, Shouto." They were whispered words, disturbing the hair that brushed the shell of Shouto's ear.

"I love you too, Izuku."

The hand cupping the back of Shouto's head slipped down to caress Shouto's cheek and lift his face for a kiss. Skin slid across sensitive skin, and breath mingled. Even after all this time it was a heady sensation.

"We…" Izuku swallowed and licked his lips when he pulled back. "We should probably watch a movie. I don't want to pressure him into anything by lingering in the kitchen."

Shouto wrapped his fingers around Izuku's scared palms and led him towards the sofa. Izuku lifted the remote from the coffee table and selected an animated family movie on low volume. He turned, remote still in hand, and paused when he saw Shouto spread out across the couch cushions Shouto lifted his arms and curled his fingers in a beckoning gesture. "Can we cuddle?"

Izuku's smile was immediate and breathless. "Yes, please." He settled himself in Shouto's arms like an adoring weighted blanket. Shouto pressed small, affectionate kisses against every freckle he could reach, hungry for the loving sparkle in Izuku's eyes.

"Where the fuck did you go?"

Shouto looked up. Katsuki was standing at the edge of the living room, glowering at his general vicinity while he scrubbed the moisture from his hair with a towel.

"There were some good deals at the grocery store," Izuku replied. He squirmed off Shouto's chest and they both perched on the edge of the sofa. Green eyes flickered to Shouto's face, then back to Katsuki. "We needed something to focus on, and that felt like something that might be helpful, or at least not destructive."

Katsuki's hands stilled and slowly dropped across his shoulders and down to his sides. The muscles at the edge of Katsuki's jaw twitched, and he blinked hard. "I hate that you feel like you have to tiptoe around me."

Izuku stood and walked towards Katsuki with his palms up and out, offering, but not demanding, connection and support. "We want to help, Kacchan. I know I've smothered you before because I was trying to help the way I wanted and not the way you needed me to." Katsuki pressed his hands against Izuku's and fingers nestled across wrists and veins, fastening them together. "I'm trying to be better." He glanced over his shoulder. "I'm a little jealous that Sho seems to be a natural talent at this."

"Don't put me on a pedestal," Shouto replied evenly. "I'm still human, and I came into your dynamic with Katsuki after you'd learned more particulars about what aggravates him more and what actually brings comfort."

"You shouldn't have to babysit me…"

"You're allowed to have emotions, Katsuki." It was a remark Shouto knew many others would have teased him for, him of all people validating the emotions of others when so many found him stilted and cold. But Katsuki didn't laugh. Instead, he held an arm out, reaching for Shouto, and Shouto came to him, pressing against his side next to Izuku like he belonged there. He was starting to believe that he did.

"I'm… I'm sorry I snapped at you and slammed the door."

"You asked for space, Kacchan," Izuku protested. "You set limits and went for a run to clear your head. Those are great coping skills!"

"I'm not a fucking saint, Deku."

"No, you're not," Shouto agreed. "You snapped, almost damaged your phone, and if any of the neighbors were home you've startled them or given them something to talk about. You also did everything Izuku mentioned." Shouto lifted one hand and trailed his fingers across the curves and edges of Katsuki's face. "You don't have to be perfect, Katsuki. Today was worlds different than some of the things that used to happen in the dorms."

Katsuki leaned against Shouto's palm, allowing himself to accept comfort. "It still wasn't good."

"Then change it!" A determined flush crept up Izuku's neck and over his cheeks. "You've grown a lot over the years, Kacchan; I know you can change. You started meditating, you've worked at stating your needs, and I've tried to respect them. Don't stop now!"

The corner of Katsuki's mouth twitched in an almost grin. "Yeah?" The air left his lungs in a long, slow sigh. "I could have ended that phone call sooner I guess."

Izuku nodded. "That's a great idea." He lifted a hand and traced the edges of Katsuki's frown with a touch that looked feather-light. "You don't have to 'win' conversations with your mother, or with anyone. Anytime you need to stop, you can stop. Taking time for you is making progress, even if a conversation has to stop. Pushing yourself to keep going when you have nothing left only hurts you."

Katsuki's fingers lifted to hold Izuku's hand, brushing the scars that were a palpable reminder of that hard-won lesson. "It's probably a good thing I didn't keep my phone on me. What happened to it?"

"Mitsuki-san called after you left," Shouto explained. "I told her to wait for you to call when you're ready and turned off the phone."

"He told her to think about how she could take actions that show her sincerity when she apologized." Izuku added with a grin and a wink at Shouto.

Katsuki's crimson gaze slid to Shouto's face. "That's a good reminder for both of us."

"I left your phone in—"

Katsuki pressed a finger to Shouto's lips, cutting him off. "Maybe… Maybe don't tell me right now. I think I'd be too tempted to call her back and—" Katsuki's breath escaped his lungs in a long, slow sigh. "We don't need to finish our conversation tonight."

Shouto nodded. "When you want me to give back your phone, just ask."

"I will, thank you, Sho."

Katsuki's lips were warm and tasted faintly of caramel.

"Now, you two nerds said something about groceries?"

Katsuki hovered over Shouto's prone form for several heartbeats before Shouto lifted his gaze.

"You're taking up the whole couch, Sho. Move."

Shouto closed his book and placed it on the coffee table in slow increments. "No, I don't think I will."

"Tch. You're dying to be my seat, that badly?" Katsuki eased himself onto Shouto's lap, straddling him.

"Maybe I am." Shouto's hands found purchase on either side of Katsuki's hips, holding him in place. "Is that a problem?"

"Fuck no."

Katsuki's hands framed Shouto's face and Shouto rose to meet him, curing his own fingers around Katsuki's belt loops. Katsuki's kisses had always been devastating, blowing every thought out of Shouto's head except the salty-sweet wetness, the push and pull of their twining tongues, and the burning need to be closer.

"You're beautiful Katsuki."

Warm pink lips retreated, and scornful crimson eyes attempted, Shouto believed, to draw attention away from the color rising in Katsuki's cheeks. "God, you and Deku have gone full sap today."

"Oh?" Shouto slipped his fingers under the hem of Katsuki's shirt while Katsuki's fingers traced his lips.

"Yeah. You're over here saying sweet shit, and Deku convinced me to let him do the dishes."

Shouto maneuvered his head and pressed little kisses to the tips of Katsuki's fingers. "How did he do that?"

"He told me to get the fuck out of his way."

Katsuki's palm was rough against Shouto's smile, and Shouto nuzzled against it anyway. "You're rubbing off on him."

The corner of Katsuki's mouth kicked up into a familiar smirk and he rocked his hips against Shouto's. "Not yet, I'm not."

A jolt of pleasure raced along Shouto's nerves and pulled a soft exclamation from his lips that Katsuki leaned down to taste. The planes of Katsuki's skin were warm and responsive to Shouto's touch. He inched his hands around the hem of Katsuki's trousers and lingered over the aging scar on Katsuki's abdomen; it was a tangible reminder of the injury which had brought all three of them together and healed a soulmate bond Shouto thought was beyond repair.

The scrape of a biting kiss moved across Shouto's lips and over his cheek. Shouto tipped his head to give Katsuki access to any skin he wanted to explore. The movement allowed him to whisper his next words directly in Katsuki's ear. "You're beautiful."

Katsuki pulled back with a rumble of irritation. "Stop saying stupid shit, Shouto."

Shouto held Katsuki's jaw between the fingers of one hand, commanding his attention. "Katsuki Bakugou, you are beautiful, and kind, and thoughtful. You might try to hide it because you don't feel you're good enough or perfect enough, but I see you, and I love you."

The blush that had begun on Katsuki's cheeks moments ago was almost glowing with heat under Shouto's hands. The muscles in Katsuki's jaw and twitched as though they were trying to shake off something unpleasant. He was almost trembling in Shouto's arms.

"He's right. I've seen it since we were children, and I love you too."

Katsuki's head snapped up and his eyes locked with Izuku's face. Izuku leaned down and activated the switch which turned their futon sofa into a raised futon bed—a feature that had seen much more use in recent months—and started to crawl towards them. He reached for Katsuki's face with both hands and caressed flushed cheeks with his thumb. "I love you, Katsuki."

Katsuki's pale pink tongue dragged across his own lips, and Shouto watched Izuku's pupils dilate in response. Katsuki's chest rose and fell quickly, not quite panting, but elevated. Katsuki wrapped one arm around Izuku's waist and held him closer. When he spoke, it was strained with emotion, almost a whisper. "I love you too." His eyes flickered to Shouto's face for a moment, then back up to Izuku. "Both of you."

Izuku nuzzled the side of Katsuki's face, pressing light, tender kisses across his brow, his nose, and both cheeks. Katsuki's eyes fluttered and he leaned towards Izuku, chasing his husband's lips with his own until Izuku leaned forward that final quarter inch and swallowed the soft groan he'd pulled from Katsuki's mouth.

Katsuki's skin jumped and twitched under the slow strokes of Shouto's hands. He arched into Shouto's touch while he seemed to lose himself in Izuku's kiss. Shallow gasps and moans that were almost whimpers leaked out around the intimate caress of lips and the wet slide of tongues. Shouto felt heat that had nothing to do with his quirk pool low and sensuous between his hips.

Watching Izuku and Katsuki together had always been mesmerizing, enthralling, captivating. But now, for almost a year now, Shouto was able to do more than just watch. His fingertips dragged up Katsuki's abdomen and across his chest until they caught on Katsuki's hardened nipple.

Katsuki gasped into Izuku's mouth and rocked his hips hard against Shouto. The ridged outline forming in the crotch of Katsuki's pants pulled at a visceral want deep in Shouto's chest. He reached for the edge of fabric perched on Katsuki's hips and dipped his fingers inside just enough to make his own breath hitch. He gave tugged lightly, just enough to make his intention clear. "May I?"

A resonate growl vibrated in Katsuki's chest. "Fuck yes!"

"Ah!" Shouto rocked up against Katsuki's body and pulled Katsuki's pants off his hips. Above Shouto, Izuku slid his hands under Katsuki's shirt, bunching the cotton across his arms as he caressed up the planes of Katsuki's chest. Katsuki tangled the fingers of his lifted arms in Izuku's hair, fighting even a momentary pause in their kiss. Izuku used the movement of removing Katsuki's shirt to lay him on his back, holding and caressing him the entire way down.

Shouto's knuckles trailed along Katsuki's legs from hip to ankle. Shouto's eyes lingered on the taunt, trembling muscles and the sight of Katsuki's body.

Katsuki's fingers scrabbled at Izuku's shirt, revealing long tempting planes of freckled skin that made Shouto's mouth water.

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The world around Shouto dissolved into the press of his lover's bodies and sparks of pleasure racing through him. Heat pooled and built into a tight ball at his core. Shouto held Izuku close with one hand when guttural moans started to wrack his body. Beneath him Katsuki trembled like he would shake apart. Slick, sticky heat flooded between Shouto and Izuku's fingers. Shouto's breath stuttered in his lungs and his muscles spasmed in wild, uncontrolled bursts of pleasure.

Blood rushed in Shouto's ears and reality tilted. The fog that had rolled over his consciousness receded in a slow trickle. He blinked a few times before he could focus on the tangle of limbs they'd collapsed into.

"Fuck…" Katsuki's breath heaved in his chest, just this side of panting. "I really fucking love you both."

A slow, sensuous stretch swept through Izuku's body, drawing the muscles tight until they shook with fresh tension. He held the stretch for several heartbeats, then dissolved into a puddle of smiles and giggles in their arms. "I love you too, so much."

Shouto watched Izuku pepper Katsuki's thighs with fresh kisses until Katsuki's calloused fingers brushed across Shouto's chin and lifted it for a kiss. What had been an uncontrolled burn of desire minutes ago was now banked to a slow smolder, but Shouto still felt the want and affection in the languid caress of Katsuki's lips and tongue. "I love you too."

Katsuki grinned against his mouth. His eyes were still soft at the edges, and his fingertips tickled against Shouto's skin. "Thank you." Another lingering, not quite chaste, kiss passed between them. "I know I'm not great company when I'm angry."

Shouto pressed his palm across Katsuki's cheek. "You were hurting." He stretched his neck taunt to kiss the skin just between Katsuki's eyebrows. "I don't mind reminding you that you don't have to carry your hurt alone."

Breath escaped Izuku's lips in a rippling sigh as he struggled to rearrange himself. His muscles seemed to quiver in protest, but Izuku managed to nestle close beside them with his head pillowed on Katsuki's opposite shoulder. He slid his arm across Katsuki's abdomen and locked his fingers with Shouto's. "You don't need to be perfect Kacchan. I like you just the way you are."

Katsuki drew breath so deep it filled his chest and belly, pushing Shouto inches closer to the ceiling. His arms tightened around Izuku and Shouto, pulling them all closer together. "Thank you."

Shouto let his consciousness float on the sound of their mingled breath for several long moments.

"Okay." That was Izuku's voice. It jolted through the silence with more force than an almost whisper should be able to muster. Perhaps Shouto had been closer to sleep than he thought. "Let's have at least a quick soak in the bath. Katsuki will be grumpy if he wakes up all crusty."

"Damn right I will be."

They struggled off the futon with tremulous limbs. They managed to gather scattered clothing and the futon cover to deposit into the laundry basket while they stumbled together towards hot, steamy relaxation.

And they did have a bath…eventually.

Thank you for reading Soothe My Heart! I hope you enjoyed it. ^_^ If you're hungry for more from this universe I intend to post the next one-shot in the Hearts series next Friday afternoon/evening; I hope to see you then!