"She indulges him and joins him for the next bath. They switch roles and now Nux pours water over her body. Her skin so white, it seems ethereal. He washes her hair which turns blood red in the water. He takes a few locks of hair and kisses them."
-"Where the Miracle's Kept" by yourinsomnia
Capable is currently resting back against Nux's chest in their shared bath, cradled by his arm and by both legs. The other hand is still gently running through her damp hair, carefully detangling her curls. Having him wash her hair was nearly as satisfying as having his mouth on her. She flushed a little at the memory, remembering how she had joined him in his last bath and the unexpected pleasure it had brought her. Where the slow movements of his fingers in her hair had made her feel sleepy a few moments ago, now his touch once again left her skin tingling and very conscious of each pass. She presses back further into him, and tilts her head to the side hoping to encourage him to touch more of her skin. The first brush of his knuckles across her neck is accidental, but the soft sounds she makes in response inspire him to seek more of the same. His knuckles continue their teasing path down her arm as he places a light kiss on her shoulder. The arm that had previously wrapped around her midsection to hold her close joins in on his caresses.
Nux seems satisfied to slowly explore her upper body, not paying particular attention to any part of her. It almost seems absent-minded, until she realizes he is mapping each of her most sensitive area, gauging the exact amount of pressure applied to each spot that would extract the response he wanted. She thought this might be how he approached maintaining the rigs, but she didn't mind being compared to one of the machines he once cared for so dearly. At least she didn't mind until he discovered how ticklish her sides were, and took full advantage of this knowledge. She giggles as he attacks her sides teasingly but mercilessly, until she finally grasps his wrists to pull his hands from her and turns to give him a long kiss in reprimand.
Not feeling at all chastened but still willing to behave, Nux frees draws his hands up from her side to cup her chest. Capable sighs into his mouth and slides her own hands up to cover his, encouraging him to gently squeeze her breasts and drag his work-roughened thumbs across her nipples. The moan this action inspires finally forces her to break their kiss, but he continues to press his lips to neck and shoulders. He draws the lobe of her ear into his mouth, dragging another lovely sound out of the beautiful woman in his arms. He still can't believe he is allowed to touch her shining skin. Nux is uncertain what will happen to him when finally heals, when she no longer comes by daily to care for him. He was a failure as one of the Immortan's War Boys, and he's not sure what his place will be now that the Citadel is under Furiosa's leadership. But he can please the red-haired goddess before him, and he will enjoy being useful while he can. Capable distracts him from his thoughts as she releases one of his hands so she can caress his thigh, and Nux allows himself to enjoy her attentions as well.
Feeling bold, Capable presses the hand still under her guidance downwards towards the junction of her thighs. When he finally cups her with his warm, broad hand she digs her fingers roughly into his thigh at the intensity of the sensation. As he carefully drags his middle finger up through her center she throws her had back on his shoulder to press her face into his neck. After a few more passes with a single finger, he begins pressing the digit gently into her. Her moans are muffled into his skin, but he continues carefully thrusting the digit into her. He adds another finger and it is he that moans this time. He can't believe the wet heat of her, how she grasps his fingers. Capable feels herself getting closer but knows this won't be enough. She once again takes over guiding his hand, showing how to curve his fingers within her and thumb at the sensitive peak above her entrance. Her hips begin moving of their own volition, mimicking the motions of Nux's fingers. As she shifts her hips back into his, she can feel him hardening further against her back. She puts a little space between their lower bodies so she can reach back to wrap her hand around him. The angle isn't the most comfortable, but she's able to keep a reasonably steady pace, caressing him in beat to her own pleasure. Eventually she loses her rhythm as she gets closer, and Nux removes her hand to draw her body closer to his, hips still thrusting and chasing his own release. Capable finishes first, twisting her upper body around to pull Nux's arms tightly around her until he joins her a few moments later. They both settle back further into the bath, sated and content for now.
Capable eventually turns sideways in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder and reaching up to idly trace the tattoo scarred into his chest. Nux is reluctant to disrupt the careful peace of this moment, but his mind is still grappling with thoughts of what will happen to him, to both of them, when he finally recovers. He steels himself for the worst and asks, "What will you do with me when I am better?"
"You're going to help me look after the War Boys. We still need to protect the citadel, and trade for supplies and guzzoline." It is not the dreaded answer he was expecting, but he's not quite sure he entirely understands her response.
"How can I help with the War Boys? I am just Nux, don't even have my car anymore. He said I was mediocre." There is no need to clarify who "he" is, "Nux the mediocre. I couldn't even die right." Despite all of his injuries, Capable doesn't think she's seen him look this broken since she first discovered him curled up in the back of the war rig. She gently touches his face again as she did that night, smiling softly at him and hoping he will do the same.
"More like Nux the brave, the indestructible. I've watched you face an army, face great losses, and I've watched as you came back to life. Twice." Her smile has grown but his own face will not yet reply in kind, his eyes still downcast. She grasps his chin to bring his eyes up to her own.
"I don't think Valhalla wants me…"
"Maybe we just wanted you more." With this he finally responds with a small smile of his own, and allows her to settle back into his arms. It's answer enough for now.