Elliots delicate and gentle fingers graze up and down your thighs, imitating the walk with his slender digits. Feeling the soft yet firm and strong skin under his fingertips.

Mouth opening and closing as he talked about silly things that crossed his pretty, little, head. His sensitive back pressed against your chest as he relaxed against the feeling of your flesh against his.

His figure tucked in between your legs, the warm water of the bath engulfing his body from his hips down below.

The warmth of the water helping to soothe the soreness from just an hour ago. His body tired and weary. The skylight letting soft rays from the sunset pour into the luxurious bathroom.

“We should go buy some baguettes since you’re part French… Wait, never mind, I think baguettes are Italian.”

Yeah, silly.