Lucien
Lucas is almost at his edge, fighting to take control, but I try my absolute best to suppress him.
"You should try getting a sponge if you can't reach your back. You can't just assume water washes it every day."
She sighs, but doesn't say anything.
I press the nozzle of the dispenser to get some soap on my hand.
I look back at her to see her slightly arched.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm, giving you access," she replies, her voice sounding.. raspy.
I resist the urge to tell her she's about seven inches shorter than I am, but I hold it in.
"Come on...just do it," she groans.
"You don't have to be rude, princess. I will walk out the next second you open yo–"
She whips herself around, a small frown forming on her forehead, "Oh please. Just do this, and let's get this over with. Let me experience what if feels like to have my back scrubbed."
I throw her a hard glare, and she goes quiet, turning around again.
