Chương 70: Bath
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Carefully pulling the cloth up to her shoulders again so she could maintain her modesty, Kai moved to her front. His hands reached for one of her delicate feet, fingers brushing against her cool skin. A faint blush spread across Mikoto's cheeks, her usual warrior-like composure faltering under his intimate attention. She averted her gaze, her words barely audible in the steam-filled room.
"You don't have to," she murmured, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the edge of the stool.
Kai held her gaze, his eyes calm and unwavering. "I want to," he replied, his voice a soothing contrast to the rapid beating of her heart.
Wordlessly, he began to wash her feet, his strong hands cradling her dainty ones. Each stroke was careful, every touch filled with a gentleness that belied his warrior's strength. As he moved on to her legs, his gaze never left hers. His touch was light, yet firm, washing away the grime and the fatigue of their journey. Despite her initial resistance, she found herself relaxing, comforted by the warmth of the water and the steady rhythm of his movements.
Mikoto's gaze remained locked on him, her dark eyes wide and filled with an emotion she couldn't quite place. Despite her shyness, she was entranced by his gaze, as if his eyes held some mysterious depth that beckoned her. She could feel a slow burn spreading through her body, a fire ignited by his touch and stoked by his unwavering attention.
Similarly, Kai was lost in the depths of her gaze. Her eyes held a strength and a resilience that spoke of the battles she had fought and won. Yet, behind that tough exterior, he could see the vulnerability that she hid so well. It was a strange and captivating sight, one that he found himself being drawn into.
His hands moved up her legs, slowly, reverently. The room filled with the quiet sound of sloshing water and the soft sighs of Mikoto as she leaned back, her head resting against the wall. Despite his careful movements, he could feel her muscles twitching under his touch, the sensation sending a jolt of awareness through him. His heart pounded against his chest, a rhythm matching hers in its intensity.
Then, as if guided by an unseen force, their foreheads touched. It was a soft connection, almost accidental, but it sent a shockwave through them. They were close, closer than they had ever been before. Yet, neither of them pulled away. Instead, they lingered in that moment, their eyes locked, their breaths mingling in the steamy air.
Kai felt an unexpected flutter in his chest, a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time. It was strange and new, but not unwelcome. There was a connection between them, one that went beyond physical contact. It was emotional, something he had avoided for so long. But now, here with Mikoto, he was willing to explore it.
Their breaths mingling, their eyes shifted to each other's lips, then back to their eyes. The world around them seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the two of them in the steam-filled room.
Mikoto's heart pounded in her chest, a rhythm matching the heavy thuds echoing from Kai's. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the way they flickered between her gaze and her lips. A part of her urged her to pull back, to create a distance between them. Yet, another part longed to lean in, to close that agonizingly small gap that stood between them.
Kai, on the other hand, found himself drawn in by her gaze, the depth in her eyes captivating him. He could see the anticipation, the longing, and a hint of fear, all intermingled and mirrored in her gaze. Her lips were slightly parted, the warmth of her breath tickling his face. It was an intoxicating mix, one that he found impossible to resist.
Slowly, almost as if he was afraid to shatter the moment, Kai leaned in. He could see her eyes widen slightly, the surprise quickly replaced by acceptance. His gaze never left hers as he closed the distance between them. He was so close that he could see his reflection in her eyes, the intensity of his gaze mirrored in her own.
Their lips met in a soft kiss. It was tender, slow, filled with unspoken words and shared emotions. There was no urgency, no rush. Instead, it was a careful exploration, a dance of two souls tentatively reaching out for each other. Their lips moved in a slow rhythm, matching the steady beating of their hearts.
Kai's hands left her legs, moving up to gently cradle her face. His fingers brushed against her skin, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through her. He was careful, his touch light, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break her.
They sat there, in the steam-filled room, lost in their own thoughts. Mikoto found herself leaning into him, her head resting against his shoulder. It was a simple gesture, but one that held so much meaning. She could feel his warmth seeping into her, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing her own. It was comforting, soothing. Despite the chaos of their journey, she found a sense of peace in these quiet moments with him.
Kai let her lean into him, his arms instinctively wrapping around her. The muscles under his touch were tense at first, but slowly relaxed under his steady hold. He could feel her heartbeat against him, a steady beat that matched his own.
After a while, the silence was broken by Kai's low voice, echoing softly around the steam-filled room. "We need to rest, Mikoto," he said, his words hanging heavily in the warm, humid air.
Mikoto sighed, leaning into his touch. She didn't reply, merely nodded, her eyes closed as she let the warmth and comfort of his presence wash over her.
For a few more moments, they sat in silence, the only sound being the gentle sloshing of the water and the soft, rhythmic pattern of their breathing. It was a comforting silence, one that held a gentle intimacy that neither of them had anticipated.
Kai was the first to move, pulling away from Mikoto slowly. His fingers gently brushed her wet hair away from her face, his touch eliciting a soft sigh from her. "Let's get you dried off," he murmured, reaching for a nearby towel.
He was careful as he draped the towel around her shoulders, his fingers deftly rubbing the fabric over her skin, drying off the beads of water clinging to her. Despite the lingering tension between them, his movements were controlled, the warrior in him never far from the surface.
Mikoto watched him through half-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. There was something hypnotizing about the way he moved, his actions precise and methodical. "You're always taking care of me," she murmured, her words a soft whisper in the steam-filled room.
Kai didn't respond right away. He was focused on his task, his gaze never leaving her as he carefully dried her off. His fingers traced patterns on her skin, the touch gentle, but firm. "You do the same for me," he finally replied, his voice a low rumble.
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