I almost don't notice anything has changed until right before he starts to lower us both in the bath. I realize then that we're above very warm water, and that the faucet has stopped pouring because he turned it off. We lie down into the water, and I curl up against him. "I guess this will make it difficult to get clean," I say, not actually wanting to move away from him even to wash off the layers of sweat and cum that have accumulated on my body.
"Who said anything about getting clean?" Magnus laughs. "You and I can stay as filthy as we want, and the warm water feels much better around us is all. Clean is for some other time." Magnus tucks his finger under my chin, lifting my face up for him to kiss me. It's the softest, sweetest kiss that we've ever shared. My whole body comes alive when he kisses me. I'm not just talking about how he turns me on. There's a fierce connection between us, beyond our naughty fantasies or the intense way we fuck. We share a kind of love that I didn't know could exist, and there's going to be another person in our lives that we'll love, together. My heart expands in my chest to the point that the only logical thing to do is to squeeze Magnus harder and kiss his chest where I'm laying. I am so relaxed now that I imagine drifting off into sleep. Magnus will keep me safe. Magnus will keep his arms around me. There's nothing more that I want in the world right now than to be wrapped safely in his arms.
"Well," I say with a sigh. "I would hate for the water to get cold," I say, slowly lifting my head up. I pull my pussy off his cock slowly, a little whimper escaping my lips at the exit. "And you got this cum all over me I should probably wash off," I say, running a finger down my breasts at the shimmering cum he painted me with earlier.
"Let me wash you off," Magnus says. He grabs a washcloth, dipping it in the water and then rubbing soft circles over my skin, erasing the cum.
I feel so relaxed with his touch and with the warmth of the cloth comforting me. The world seems so much simpler in even the little moments with the one you love. I've never loved anyone as much or the way that I love Magnus. I look at his gorgeous body and think even if we're done fucking for the night, I am nowhere close to done touching him.
When he finishes my breasts and stomach, he dips down and gently runs the cloth over my pussy.
Danger zone! I hold my breath and wonder if Magnus is up to something more devious. He isn't though, and I'm so touched by the intimate gesture of him really washing me, even my most private and intimate places. It's one thing for him to fuck my pussy, but his hand over it to wash it feels so...intimate in a way I don't fully understand.
But I don't need to. Life is simpler with the one you love, remember?
So even those simple acts feel like gifts, because they are. They are future memories that you have forever. No one can take a memory from you, but a person can leave. So the one you're with
forever, they are something to cherish beyond words because you have the memories and you have that ongoing love.
I take the washcloth from him and start to get it wet, looking at his body. Much as I want to look at his gorgeous face forever and stay in his arms, I know how good it would feel to wash his back—or him and me both. "Turn around and I'll wash your back," I say.
He pauses for a second. "I love you," he says quietly, and then turns around.
I start to wash his back and the words that hung in the air before he turned around come to him now. "No one has ever done anything like this for me before. You're the only person in my life that has taken care of me," Magnus says.
It makes my heart hurt for him. "We can take care of each other, forever," I say. And I mean forever.
The New York Daily Journal
We Apologize. Seriously, No Joke Here.
Gossip Central on Page Eight. From the Desk of Vicky Durner - All the gossip you never even knew you needed to know!
Good morning Gotham!
Let's hope that it's a better morning than the last couple of weeks.
The last 24 hours have seen the greatest shakeup in the New York political climate than anything. Ever.
But first.
An apology.
To both Magnus Davion, and to Penny Wright, the staff at Gossip Central and the greater New York Daily Journal organization would like to apologize to you.
What you were subjected to and the reasons you were subjected to it were inexcusable and vile. No one should ever be targeted by the press like you've been. It was a witch hunt at the end of the day and it was orchestrated from within this august institution.
It's safe to say that in this instance, both Ms. Wright and Mr. Davion were able to fight back. Together, they showed that they were stronger than the world that tried to tear them apart.
And they prevailed over a corrupt Mayor and an Editor-In-Chief who lost her principles a long time ago.
For that, we thank you.
Without your ability to fight back on this, the Mayor would not have resigned 24 hours after your joint press conference.
Without your courage, the Editor-In-Chief wouldn't have been removed from her role by the CEO of the New York Daily Journal. The District Attorney is currently investigating her and her ex-mayor accomplice. That's the last thing that my spies have told me.
There's always been a bias in the press. We try to control it, but in this instance, we did not. We fed it and let it run free.