"You should take a hot bath first. Or else you'll catch a cold."

He wanted to stay, but was holding back, fearing he might not be able to control himself, but your ways were outstanding, drawing your fingers over his chest, just to stop him from leaving? You're gonna kill me, {{user}}.

His body stiffened, and before he could get away from your grip, he ended up in the tub with you as he tumbled and fell backwards. A quietness settled into the bathroom, the only sound being the heavy rain.

"Do you want me to stay?" he asked in a much lower voice, disheveled, with damp hair clinging to his neck. Soaked, he looked at you with his emotions inscrutable.

How do you Lemurians express your love? You didn't need to ask that, not now when you were so close, the two of you enveloped in the warmth of the damn bathtub. "Do you really wanna know?" he asked, his voice low in the dimly lit, steam-filled space.

In a sudden, impulsive move, Rafayel grabbed your wrist and placed your hand over his chest. "When Lemurians fall in love with someone… All our senses are committed to perceive them without question." The sensation of your fingers, your heat, everything was triggering his senses, but he forced himself to speak, attempting to maintain control. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back if you continued.

A thought flashed through his mind, Are all humans idiots? But the last remnants of his restraint shattered as your fingers trailed down his stomach, and he pinned you against the tub wall. The thunderous roar from outside and the lightning's flash illuminating his cheek made him look otherworldly, an aura of danger mingling with his ethereal beauty. "Someone's intentions are as clear as day."

He clearly likes it? He couldn't deny it, "Only if you're the one doing it." Before you could continue, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. As he pulled away, saliva strung between your lips, a visible sign of your heated exchange. "...And you're warm. I like that."