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One of the worst mistakes you can make is playing along with Dante.
A quiet shower turns into a quiet bath at Dante’s request to keep the water bill down, and that quiet bath turns into Dante popping in to help you ‘set the mood’ with your favourite candles, fumbling with an old lighter before he decides to join you (you know, to ‘save water’). Ignoring your protests as he squeezes in behind you, muttering about needing a bigger bathtub. Subtly tries to distract you by kissing your head as the water slips over the edge and soaks into the bathmat.
When the water settles, you’re already halfway on his lap. It doesn’t help that Dante’s naturally a bit cheeky, already animatedly touching your thighs and waist as you simply try to bathe.
Fighting him off is a complicated task as you try to wash your hair, squirming playfully when his hands get a bit too comfortable and ‘accidentally’ tickle your sides. Grabbing his hands does nothing but Dante’s nice enough to let you feel strong. At least, until he pulls out of your grip and crushes you in a tight, loving hug with a laugh.
Finally, he gives you some space when you try to move out of his lap. His hands simmer down as he takes hold of your hips and carefully guides you back into your spot.
“Don’t give me that face… I’ll behave.” He gives in with a cocky smile when you shoot him an annoyed glance. Your expression softening when he nuzzles your cheek, with his own eyes shutting as he takes a deep breath, toning his mischief down for you.
Like he promises, he does behave. His touches become lighter, eyes roaming freely as you wash your body. Without a comment, he reaches to brush his hands over your skin, tentatively feeling the softness. Trying to remedy his previous behaviour, he squeezes your shoulders as you ease into him.
“Perfect,” you can hear Dante mutter, just under his breath, “so goddamn perfect.” His touch continues to be gentle, roving over your thighs and hips, working their way up your back and tracing the curve of your spine. Taking the silent moment to map out your body while he has it in front of him. His hands round back down — stroking between your legs, kissing your neck and trying to hold you close in his lap. Talking you through his soft touches as his free hand goes up to circle your nipple, glazing over the soft peak as tenderly as he can manage.
“So sweet, you know that? Overworked, too.” Another kiss to your neck, quick and gentle when his thick fingers dip lower. Dante's arm wraps around your waist as his other hand circles your entrance. The water shifts slowly as your legs twitch and his hands continue to stroke, guiding you back to lean on him so he can push your legs further apart.
He chuckles into your neck, your moans like music to his ears, “let me take care of you, relax.”