The frothing shampoo layered itself around your tresses as he gingerly worked the soap into your hair. The warm water hit your back and warmed the chill in your bones that seemed to have set in since he'd carried you out of the bed and into the bath tub as he worked the smell of sex and sweat off your form. He kissed the crown of your head and moved the shower head to a new angle as he cleaned more of you. Kneeling outside the tub as you sat on the floor of the bath. He scratched occasionally at the patches of scales that seemed to linger on his skin as he stared at your seemingly still fatigued expression. He tussled your hair and turned your head so you were looking at him before he placed another kiss on your lips. "You're good, right?" His tone was evidently concerned as he checked you over for any signs of places where you might be bruising or bleeding from him getting carried away. He grabbed a bottle of conditioner that you'd gifted him a while ago and began working it into your hair after washing the shampoo off you while he muttered another- "Love you." After kissing your jaw