on those nights where dex is fairly rough with you he'll often disappear for a while after pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, leaving you fucked-out and splayed naked on the bed. within a few seconds of his departure, though, you can hear the water running in the bathroom โ the rich scent of lavender filling the master bedroom.
too tired to open your eyes, you can hear him pad out of the room quietly. cabinets open and close gently, the sink runs for a few seconds before he's padding back into the room and the bed dips. his hand reaches for you, smoothing the damp hair off your forehead and smiling sheepishly at you. slowly your eyes flutter open and meet his, he's holding out a painkiller and glass of water muttering "take this for me, yeah?"
when he's satisfied you've had enough to drink he'll scoop you into his arms, carrying you into the warm bathroom. the tub is almost full, bubbles sticking to the sides, steam rising.
the water is always too hot when he goes to dip your body in making you whine in protest, quietly cursing him for attempting to burn your skin clean off. "'s good for you, baby. gotta relax," he's climbing in right behind you, settling you against his chest. "don't wan' you to be sore.." he's so quiet, lest he disturb the peace he's attempting to bring you after treating you so crudely.
when you wince or whine, dex'll mutter apologies into your skin and massage your tense muscles. "was too rough, tonight, darling - 'm sorry,"
and he revels your contented moans and hums as he works your body, cleans off all the filth from your time in bed with him.
then, he just can't help but start getting worked up again โ you're just so pretty, so pliable and soft in his arms. he'll snake a hand to your abused cunt, the other coming to cup your breast, trailing soft kisses down your neck and onto your shoulder. your soft whimpers only spur him on, rubbing delicate circles on your clit and pinching your nipple.
you can feel his hard on beneath you and despite how badly you want to help you're just so, so sleepy.. but dex doesn't mind, bringing you over the edge one more time before massaging your thighs.
by now the waters cooled down; dex climbs out and brings you with him, wrapping a towel around your body and drying you before setting you on the closed toilet seat lid. he pulls on his own boxers and turns towards the clothes he set out for you on the counter, coming over to pull one of his shirts he knows you love over your body. he brushes your hair tenderly and leaves soft kisses all over your face while your heavy eyes close, instinctively leaning into his touch.
when he's happy with his work he pulls you to him again, your legs wrapping around his waist before he's dipping down to set you on the soft sheets of your shared bed. your eyes open slowly again, glancing at dex once more and seeing his smile - his eyes so full of love for you - before you smile and cuddle further into the bed.
dex climbs into bed next to you, body turned towards yours and bringing a big hand to rest on your shoulder as he admires you. when your breathing deepens and your face softens dex can't help but pull you into him, pressing your bodies together and kissing your forehead before he finally lets his eyes drift shut.
