“Time for a little bit of fluff!” Writing Prompt: Your OTP is having a discussion that turns into some cute innocent fluff. Enjoy!
Fang relaxed against the solid white porcelain. Inara always loved the classic Victorian style so it shouldn’t have surprised her that the bathing room held a massive porcelain tub with clawed feet. She wasn’t even all that upset that the bubble bath was infused with rose water. Some part of her was ranting about the strong scent being easily identifiable on the street but it didn’t matter to her. She was here, she was in danger, and gods all she was terrified. Just not for herself.
He didn’t bother to knock but he just stepped inside. The door shut with a click and Fang looked up just to see him slump against the door in the most exhausted way. She sat up just a bit, crossing her arms as she did. The bath was deep enough that the water and its thick white bubbles covered her to her shoulders. “You look like hell,” she told him softly.
Axel glanced up, red hair spilling back over his shoulders as he straightened. “I feel like hell.”
She smirked. “Wan’ a bath?” She held her hand out in a “come here now” gesture.
Axel laughed and shrugged. “Looks occupied to me.”
“If’n I have t’ ge’ ou’ of this bath jus’ t’ ge’ you in i’, I’m gonna drown you,” Fang insisted.
“Violent threats are not charming,” he replied calmly and pulled his shirt off. Fang rested her head on her hands and leaned against the side of the tub, waiting. They’d been in R’Akka for three days now and she was still half terrified that he’d get himself killed. Used to be that it was different. She’d always been so focused on keeping herself alive and getting what she wanted. Now she was searching for a way to cut her ties to that past and Axel was right here with her. She was both grateful and angry with him.
Axel lowered himself into the water and Fang immediately shifted to curl up against him. The water itself seemed to heat up just from him being there. She rested her chin on his shoulder and studied the lines around his eyes. He wasn’t sleeping well here. The heat suited the redhead just fine but he wasn’t used to he noise or the people and would wake at odd hours of the night, completely unable to sleep again. Fang wasn’t there often enough to chase his nightmares away either. She and Inara were working mostly odd hours trying to penetrate the Military base in R’Akka. They had to find a way in.
The fine lines around Axel’s eyes and mouth were the easily identified signs of his discomfort but Fang knew that the lack of sleep and the constant stress was hitting him harder in other ways as well. She frowned and tilted his chin down to kiss him. “You’re still no’ sleepin’ well.” It wasn’t a question.
Axel sighed and looked away. “Sounds like my whole existence if you ask me. Since when do I ever sleep well?”
“Since I’m around,” she reminded him softly. “If’n I’m with you, you don’ have your nightmares but lately i’ hasn’ kep’ them away.”
Axel dropped his head into his hands. “They’re just getting worse and I have no fucking idea why.” Fang reached up and pulled his hands away, gently kissing each palm. It wasn’t in her to tell him that everything would be okay. It wouldn’t. He was in more danger here than he’d probably ever been in, in his life because he was with her. Because he loved her.
Yeah, she knew that. He didn’t have to tell her. She could see it every time he looked at her and feel it in every little touch. It’d been that way since she’d come home nearly three months back. He loved her and it wasn’t in either of them to admit that they both knew she loved him back. Instead he was here, with his arm around her, threatening his own existence and she was trusting him to live through it all.