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"Stop squirming," Casper huffs, tugging at your hair. Its not firm enough to hurt, but it's firm enough to send a message. "You're making this very difficult."
"Agh! I'm not being difficult on purpose," you swiftly reply, turning your head back to look at him.
Droplets fly away from your damp hair, and you swear you weren't aiming for them to drop on his face!
You simply can't help yourself from chuckling as he grimaces, however.
"Sorry, sorry." You're not sorry at all, actually. Judging by the way he looks at you, a brow raised as he does his signature frown, you can tell that he knows. "It's just -- I can do this myself, y'know!"
"I know." He hums, softly guiding your head forward with his fingers pressed against your temple. "I'm not stupid."
Casper starts to take your shampoo, murmuring something about how there's too much silicon on it, or whatever, as he pours it on his hand.
"You really don't have to do this."
"I know. You keep doing that -- stating things that are obvious to me. It's very annoying." You'd probably be more offended if this happened in a different time, but honestly, you're just trying to focus on anything but the way Casper rubs at your scalp.
How does he make it feel so good?
Distantly, you wonder if you could make him do this for you everyday. Mornings would be a little less horrible, and you wouldn't come into work with a frown on your face like usual.
But no, you couldn't ask him of that. It'd be too much work, really.
He probably wouldn't want to, anyways.
"You're quiet," his voice is always nice to hear, but you can't help but tense up once he calls you out. "Nothing good comes out from you being quiet."
"Hey."
"I'm not wrong," he chuckles, voice turning a little softer as his hands continue to work. "You're thinking -- thinking so hard that it's honestly concerning. What's on your mind, sunshine?"
"Why should I tell you?" You sigh, sinking in deeper. The water rises to your chest. It's warm.
"Your thoughts are often too heavy to carry on your own," he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, and you swear you stop breathing for a second. "Let me carry some of the load."
"Uh.."
"Please?" Another kiss, and this time, it's against the back of your neck."Don't make me beg."
Hm.
Well, that's a thought for later.
But, you're not gonna keep him waiting. It takes you a few seconds to even think about the first word you wanna say, but you manage.
"I was just thinking about how nice this was. Showering is, like, the worst part of my mornings." You tilt your head against the tub, and you see him looking at you intently. For someone who loves their own voice, he seems to like listening to yours a lot. "But now you're here. Cleaning my body -- which I could've done myself."
He snickers at your pointed tone.
"You turned a part of my routine that I absolutely hate into.. something I can look forward to?" You mutter, words slowly growing quite. "Just by your presence."
"I'm just that great." Casper proclaims, clearly proud of himself.
You cup some of the bathwater in your hands, before chucking it backwards.
Casper hisses, like the cat he is.
"Sunshine. Don't be difficult." He grumbles from behind you. That manages to shut you up.
Casper aims the water to your head, before combing out the conditioner with his hands. He's a lot more gentle than you are when it comes to things like these.
"Do you want me to help with-"
"Nope! No. Thank you." You say as fast as you can. Having someone wash your hair for you is embarrassing enough - but your body?
Casper backs off, leaving some space between him and the tub. You turn your head to look at him.
His expression is soft.
"I wouldn't mind doing this for you, by the way." He hums, leaning down for the last time to place a kiss between your brows. "It's really no problem."
Your mouth forms a frown at the idea. It's nice, but... you can't accept that - even if you want to.
"I can't let you do that for me. I mean, you'd have to wake up early in the morning-"
"Which I already do."
"Well... I'm just going to be grouchy the entire time."
"And why would that stop me?" He hums. "It never stopped you, did it?"
You turn your head around, trying to come up with something to say as you look at the water trickling around your body.
"I can't push you to do anything you don't want to - but if this is also something you want, I'm asking you to think about it. As of now, I don't have a job. I spend most of my time here waiting for you and protecting your house from danger. If I could start my mornings taking care of you? I'd do anything."
Casper finally stands up, looming over you. He places a hand on your head, before finally walking out.
"I love you." He says, looking at you before he leaves.
"Me too."
"I'll make you breakfast while you shower." He smiles, closing the door. At least one thing is going right this morning.