[ She scoffs, amused, no heat behind it. Sure, Vasquez.
They probably would be okay, but she would probably die of absolute boredom, or just end up so entirely aimless she'd go crazy. Rather not risk it.
They get to the pool, and Claire steps away from Vasquez to dig into her bag, taking out an half-empty bottle of water that she empties it in the grass, before going back into her bag for gloves, snapping one on with ease, years of practice showing. ]
You do, sometimes. Still waiting to come home one day to a bath being drawn for me. And potentially you in it, ready to give me a backrub.
[ She grins, showing that she's not entirely serious about it. It's the kind of nice fantasies she has, of being drawn a bath, being carried to bed, more about comfort than sex. ]
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They probably would be okay, but she would probably die of absolute boredom, or just end up so entirely aimless she'd go crazy. Rather not risk it.
They get to the pool, and Claire steps away from Vasquez to dig into her bag, taking out an half-empty bottle of water that she empties it in the grass, before going back into her bag for gloves, snapping one on with ease, years of practice showing. ]
You do, sometimes. Still waiting to come home one day to a bath being drawn for me. And potentially you in it, ready to give me a backrub.
[ She grins, showing that she's not entirely serious about it. It's the kind of nice fantasies she has, of being drawn a bath, being carried to bed, more about comfort than sex. ]