Turning the tables (Part 2)
Brahms slipped his hands over your shoulders and down your arms, his touch light. Goosebumps scattered over your skin and you felt as if you couldn't relax, your body taut with tension. You weren't used to being touched this way, much less in the state you were in now. The way his fingers danced over your skin as he played with the hem of your pants made your mind do a double take. You focused on the slight sensations he was giving you as it was better than the nothingness of the void that had previously encompassed your mind. Pleasure slowly leaked into your senses and you relished the feeling.
He tugged your pants down leaving you in just your underwear as the fabric pooled at your feet. You stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, reaching back to unclasp your bra. You sucked in a breath and let the garment fall, your breasts drawing his gaze. His eyes flickered over your exposed flesh and you flushed from the attention. His hand came up to your stomach, laying flat with his fingers spread out. He slid it down, raking his fingernails across your skin before catching the edge of your panties. He hooked a finger in and pulled them down, his knuckle glancing over your mound. You gasped lightly and allowed him to finish undressing you. He took your hand and lead you to the edge of the tub, coming up behind you and wrapping an arm across your middle. He was flush against you, the coarse material of his cardigan rubbing against your back.
He buried his masked face in your neck and you shivered as the cold material shocked your senses. He inhaled and then whispered in your ear.
You shakily stepped over the lip of the bath, your foot sinking into the steaming water. Your other foot followed and you slowly sunk down into the liquid, your muscles tightening before they began to loosen up. You sighed and leaned your head back as you enjoyed the warmth the bath provided you. Bubbles surrounded you and the scent of lavender was even stronger being so close to the source. You inhaled the calming fragrance and closed your eyes. A wash clothe met your shoulder and you opened an eye to glance at Brahms. He had lathered up a rag and he was slowly massaging your shoulders with the cherry blossom scented soap. The lavender mixed nicely with it and you relaxed further into the tub as he continued his ministrations.
He washed your shoulders, rubbing circles into your muscles. He wedged his hand between your back and the tub and you leaned forward for him to wash your back. You skin prickled with pleasure and you sighed at the soft but firm touches. He brought the cloth around and slid it down the middle of your chest, leaving a trail of bubbles behind. You looked up at him, suddenly nervous.
"Relax. It's ok. I'm gonna take such good care of you."
Heat shot to your middle and you blushed under his gaze. He brought the washcloth up and washed your chest, his hands gentle but inexperienced. He swirled the soapy rag around your breasts, making sure to clean them thoroughly. Your nipples hardened at the attention and you tried not to sigh at the sensation. He washed your stomach and then reached his other hand down into the soapy water, bringing your leg up. He washed your toes, your foot, and glided the cloth up your leg before swirling it around your thigh. Your body responded deliciously and you fought to not let on that you were enjoying it as much as you were. He released your leg into the water and reached for your other. You squirmed a little as he repeated the process. You were wet with want as he finished with the task. All the attention had built up in you and you were reeling with how badly you needed some relief. You huffed slightly and looked away as your stomach tightened with need. Brahms took in your shy demeanor and set the washcloth to the side, settling on his knees. His eyes swept over your flushed features and he hummed.
"I'm taking care of all that you need."
You shivered as his words sent tingles down your spine as if they had come alive to trickle down your back. He settled himself to be more comfortable at the side of the tub and then touched his hand to your stomach. You shifted in the tub slightly, sloshing the liquid around.
"Look at me." You didn't dare. You were scared of what you might see on his face. Already what he had done for you was reaching your limits. You were having a hard time processing the emotions that had swamped you since the two of you had entered the bathroom. You had gone from feeling nothing to being swamped with emotions. You appreciated what he was doing for you. You felt deep affection for him. You felt embarrassment, acceptance, the deep burning tingle of being aroused.
His hand left your stomach and you heard him shuffle for a moment. You saw him set something down in your peripheral and your curiosity got the best of you. You glanced in his direction and then choked as your eyes rested heavily on his revealed face. Scars mangled his face, swirling up around his features without a discernable pattern. His face had a harsh angle to it, completely contradicting the soft doll mask he usually sported. Your eyes roamed freely, taking in all he had to offer. His eyes were locked on yours and he was fidgeting at your side, nervousness coursing through his veins. He had never trusted someone as explicitly as he was now and fear of rejection clouded his mind. As your eyes met his, all you could think was that he was beautiful.
"Oh Brahms," you breathed, "you're gorgeous." You reached up a wet hand to cradle him and you felt the scars along your palm. He covered your hand with his and pulled away to kiss your palm. His lips were soft and plump. You briefly wondered how they would feel against yours.
"I've come to trust you with so many things. Your care of little Brahms. Your care of me. Your care of the manor." You loved his accent, his voice soothing you.
"Will you please trust me? Trust me to know what you need and to provide it. I know I can be childish at times and a bit stubborn." At the look you sent him, he corrected himself with a slight smile. "Alright, a lot stubborn. But I want to give back for all that you've given me. I don't want to just take any longer."
You smiled softly and tightened your grip on his hand.Ā
āI enjoy taking care of you and the manor. It gives me a sense of purpose. Iāve come to care for you deeply over these past few months. I donāt need anything in return.ā
He chuckled and leaned forward to land a kiss on your forehead.
āI know. But I want to.ā
You flushed and giggled.Ā
He let you go, placed his mask back upon his face, and went to go get a towel. He helped you stand up and turned the shower on for a minute to wash away the remaining suds and you stepped over the rim, sighing as he enveloped you in the fluffy cloud-like towel. He led you into the bedroom and you stopped at the side of the bed. He dried you off, being very careful and thorough. Discarding the wet item, he rubbed your arms.Ā
āA little chilly in here.ā You looked at him and then the bed. He got the idea and pulled back the covers so you could slide underneath them. The silk sheets felt heavenly. He rounded the bed and settled himself beside you. You looked at him and you thought he looked better without the mask. You cuddled up to him and sighed when he wrapped his arms around you. You felt safe like no one could touch you. He carded his fingers through your hair and you sighed as the rhythm of his breathing lulled you to sleep.
