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Lost in the kiss, the first sign they had moved was when her back pushed into the wall. She had thought about that night a lot, in the wee hours of the morning.. The way he'd touched her. How she'd been his fantasy, the one he wanted. The kiss broken, Rosalie's lips were still parted. That growl that slipped from her brother made her feel weak in the knees. Trembling against the wall, she gazed up at Nick as he seemed to calm himself. The order had her mouth closing. Why was it, so appealing that he told her what he wanted? Nodding slowly. "Yes Nick."
She watched him leave, the door closing with a soft click. Looking about the room, she found it well appointed. The stone walls were worn, but in the way what was charming, many lives had passed through this room, and they still stood. The floorboards lighter in places, evidence of pacing from the inn's guests. A door off to one side, she could only assume led to the bathroom. Teeth scrapped along her lower lip, looking towards the door Nick had left through. A smile slowly curling on her lips. Nodding again, her mind made up she headed toward the other door. Peeking in, she found she was correct. It was simple, but effective. A large wooden rub and spigots for running water.
Closing the door behind her, she turned on the water, fiddling with it for a moment until it felt right. Undressing slowly as the tub filled, she sighed. A hot bath was something she'd sorely missed. Gathering soaps she proceed to bathe herself, making sure to wash the past weeks away, from her skin, hair and memory. They'd be safe now.
Pale skin scrubbed within an inch of it's life, hair washed several times till the soft white locks glistened again. Slipping from the rub, Rosalie's nose turned up at the water, the murky depths attesting to how badly she'd needed it. Now she smelled like her name, roses, soft and sweet. Wrapping a towel around her slender form, she hummed gently. Hands worked through her hair, it had been some time since she could easily run her hands through her silvery locks, without snagging her fingers on twigs or small bits of leaves.
Exiting the bathroom she sat on the edge of the bed, just out of view of the door.. She had no idea of the talk they would have, for him to be sure, but she knew what she wanted.. how she felt.
She watched him leave, the door closing with a soft click. Looking about the room, she found it well appointed. The stone walls were worn, but in the way what was charming, many lives had passed through this room, and they still stood. The floorboards lighter in places, evidence of pacing from the inn's guests. A door off to one side, she could only assume led to the bathroom. Teeth scrapped along her lower lip, looking towards the door Nick had left through. A smile slowly curling on her lips. Nodding again, her mind made up she headed toward the other door. Peeking in, she found she was correct. It was simple, but effective. A large wooden rub and spigots for running water.
Closing the door behind her, she turned on the water, fiddling with it for a moment until it felt right. Undressing slowly as the tub filled, she sighed. A hot bath was something she'd sorely missed. Gathering soaps she proceed to bathe herself, making sure to wash the past weeks away, from her skin, hair and memory. They'd be safe now.
Pale skin scrubbed within an inch of it's life, hair washed several times till the soft white locks glistened again. Slipping from the rub, Rosalie's nose turned up at the water, the murky depths attesting to how badly she'd needed it. Now she smelled like her name, roses, soft and sweet. Wrapping a towel around her slender form, she hummed gently. Hands worked through her hair, it had been some time since she could easily run her hands through her silvery locks, without snagging her fingers on twigs or small bits of leaves.
Exiting the bathroom she sat on the edge of the bed, just out of view of the door.. She had no idea of the talk they would have, for him to be sure, but she knew what she wanted.. how she felt.