He was trying hard not to pull her hair or fumble with her ties, and he felt like a green lad. She smiled up at him, her expression lighthearted and affectionate, just the way he loved for her to be. She pulled at his tunic and gave a little tug. “Your bath first, lass. If I strip out of my clothes first, you will never have your bath.” She chuckled wickedly and helped him with removing her clothes. And then, naked, her hair covering her breasts, the rest of her skin bare to him, she seemed a wee bit shy, as she quickly climbed into the bathwater. It was a small bath, only one person could fit in, and he was wondering if one of his men could create something larger for two to bathe in when he returned to his keep. He took the cloth from her that she had started to use to wash her arms, the water high on her chest, her long hair floating on top of the water, some of it wet enough to cling to her breasts. He started to wash her back as she pulled her hair forward and she leaned over a bit.
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