Drabble:57
POV:Third Person
Dimitri was never one for spending too much time maintaining his looks. Okay sure, he brushed his hair, took showers and flossed diligently, but that's all that his routine was. Clean, basic and hygienic. He didn't like spending almost any time grooming, I mean what's the point when you're gonna be outside all day long? So, he wasn't into any sort of 'maintenances'.
And over time, Rose began to follow his example. But she still retained some beauty habits-like using lip gloss and mascara every morning and an aloe-based moisturizer every night, and using only, and only, wildflower-flavored shampoo, especially after finding how much Dimitri liked that exotic smell on her. Dimitri didn't really care for all these frivolities, but as long as Rose was happy, so was he.
But then, there were moments like this….moments that made him almost change his mind. For example, at this moment, Dimitri was standing in front of the sink in the bathroom, his arms clutching the countertop for support. His chest was bare and only a towel was slung around his hips. His head was bowed and his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation of Rose's nimble fingers massaging his scalp.
Rose, sitting atop the countertop, had her hair secured into a ponytail. She was in a T-shirt and shorts, her long, tanned legs wrapped around Dimitri's waist to maintain her balance. Okay, fine! She had her legs wrapped around Dimitri to feel the dance of his hard muscles around her legs….for some reason, she really, really liked the position she was in. Then again, who wouldn't?
Rose smiled softly at her errant thoughts and then continued with her task, lathering Dimitri's hair with shampoo. Despite the content he felt at her touch, Dimitri just had to ask, "Roza is this really necessary?"
"No. But you do so much for me, and this is the least I could do."
"Roza, you don't need to do anything for me"
Rose didn't answer for a moment, just reveling in the feel of her fingers brushing through Dimitri's now-foamy hair. "I know", she finally said quietly.
When she didn't elaborate, even after some time, Dimitri straightened up. She frowned cutely, annoyed at this interruption, and beckoned him nearer. Dimitri leaned towards her, cupping her face in his hands.
"Roza, you don't need to do something-repay me-somehow. I love you and I love taking care of you. That's just something I do, sweetheart."
"I know", Rose shrugged nonchalantly, but her eyes were on the ground. He knew what she felt. In spite of how much he loved her, she still felt insecure. In spite of how he cherished her, she still felt inadequate. And no matter how much he tried, her fears wouldn't get assuaged.
Dimitri stared at her a moment before sighing deeply. "Roza, look at me". When she didn't, he tried a different tactic. "Damn! I guess this means you don't want what I had planned as thank-you for shampooing my hair."
Her head immediately shot up, her eyes focusing on his amused eyes and the mischievous smirk gracing his face. "You got me a present?"
"Not exactly", he teased lightly, walking towards the en suite shower stall.
"What then?", she asked excitedly.
"Why don't you come and find out", he purred, stepping into the shower stall and throwing his towel towards her before shutting the stall door behind him. Needless to say, Rose very eagerly (and quickly) followed him, vowing to wash Dimitri's hair more often, hoping it would lead to more such presents in the future.
I've been a bit out of practice, so this may be sub-par, but thank you for reading anyways. And do let me know what you think. Cheers!
And I'm sorry for being M-I-A for so long. Unfortunately, my shadow days are far from over. :(