[Inko, similarly, also wonders what has gotten into her.
She has never been this comfortable with a man before; this couldn't be something so simple as 'love', right? There had to be something else to it. She'd met countless people who had partners, and few seemed this...perfectly at ease with the one they loved.
That's what this felt like.
Ease.
Comfort.
Bakura was safety. He was comfort. He was companionship in a way she had never known.
Inko washes her body quickly, lost in her thoughts...
But then glances over at Bakura.
She walks towards him and sits at his back. Gently, she runs her fingers over his skin and starts to rub his muscles a bit. They're quite tense...]
Do you want me to keep going, or...w-would you rather I wash your back now?
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She has never been this comfortable with a man before; this couldn't be something so simple as 'love', right? There had to be something else to it. She'd met countless people who had partners, and few seemed this...perfectly at ease with the one they loved.
That's what this felt like.
Ease.
Comfort.
Bakura was safety. He was comfort. He was companionship in a way she had never known.
Inko washes her body quickly, lost in her thoughts...
But then glances over at Bakura.
She walks towards him and sits at his back. Gently, she runs her fingers over his skin and starts to rub his muscles a bit. They're quite tense...]
Do you want me to keep going, or...w-would you rather I wash your back now?