“If you desire…” she said regarding him washing her, carefully scrubbing every inch of his bag, ass and legs as she did before. “We can go out or I can cook breakfast for you,” she said, grinning at his back, placing gentle kisses down his spine. “What would you like?”
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“I say we go out, so I can show you off,” Peter grinned before turning around when she began kissing his spine. Looking down at her as he sat back into the water as he watched her then frowned, “Alright, so I suppose this means you get the cotton candy smelling soap? Where’s it at? And how the hell does a luffa work?”
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“Nuh uh! I want to smell like bubble gum!” she said, giggling before standing and handing him a differing luffa with the bubblegum scented body wash. “Just pour some on there and squish! It foams up!” She held out her arms, giggling manically.
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Laughing in unison with her, Peter stood up and foamed up the luffa, squishing at it before dripping some of the soap onto her chest then pushed it against her and began to work it into her neck. Down along her shoulders, massaging and squeezing the stuff into her, working it into her skin and down over her breasts. Since this was the area prompting the need for the bath immediately, he concentrated there a moment, before then working along her arms as well and down her sides and stomach.
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She moaned as the luffa slid over her skin, her head falling back in pleasure, though she lifted her waist length hair to keep it out of his way. “Mm, feels so good, Peter,” she moaned softly, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensations.
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Peter laughed and fell to his knees as he worked the luffa into her skin, sliding over the front of her stomach and then over her hips. He worked it down over the firmness of her thighs, and along her legs, then back up to massage between her thighs; not sexually, of course, though it wasn’t hard to acknowledge there was a substantial sensuality to it.
He then turned her around, before working it over her ass, and back up along her back. Her ass he couldn’t help staring at, she had an amazing one, and he let out a breath when he finally brushed the luffa up to her shoulders once more. Leaning in to kiss at the back of her neck before shaking his head, “We better hurry up or I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you, and we’ll miss breakfast.”
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She giggled, turning her head to kiss him desperately for a moment before pulling back and using the hand held shower to rinse them both off, turning off the jacuzzi and draining it. “One problem though, Spidey...you have no clothes,” she pointed out, tilting her head as she stepped out of the tube and wrapped herself in what appeared to be a terry cloth sheet, offering him one.
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Returning the kiss, Peter was about ready to just grab her and fulfill his own prophecy right there, but then she pulled away in the knick of time and watched as she stepped out of the tub. Frowning, he tapped his chin before following her. Shaking his head a moment, he gave her a look, “God, you’re right. I don’t. I’m totally going to feel weird wearing his clothes though.”
Said as he took the offered sheet, wrapping it around himself, making his way towards the mirror, “I also don’t have a toothbrush.”
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“There are guest toothbrushes under the sink...and I don’t think she’d mind...she’s dead,” Effie pointed out casually, though there was a pain in her eyes. “It’s either that...or a skirt, or I go out and buy you an outfit.”
-- “Okay,” Peter replied, reaching under the sink to grab the toothbrush she mentioned, then gave her a look, “Well, yea I suppose I wouldn’t look very good in a skirt. Are you sure you’d be okay with seeing me in his clothes though?” Peter frowned, noting the pain in her eyes.
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“They’re just clothes...it’s not like you’re running around in his suit and that,” she pointed out, coming up behind him and hugging him. “Which...I should probably return to the real Tim Drake at some point. Ugh, I don’t want to see him...think I could mail order it and just put ‘Batman’ on the front and he’ll figure it out?”