Chapter 33 RIVER OF QUIET CONFESSION
Celestia's POV
I blushed thankfully the radio that was already covering my face camouflaged it perfectly, a number something that I didn't even fully understand in response to his passionate declaration, and turned my attention back to washing off the blood.
Since it somehow managed to dry so well between the time that we got from the road over to this river it made some sense why it wasn't coming off so easily. Then there was some of it on my back to where I couldn't quite reach.
Lucian came from behind.
"Why don't I help out?"
There was no reason to refuse.
I nodded while my heart was racing so fast I could hear it throbbing in my ears.
In the same pattern as me, he cupped the water, of course, his fingers were bigger than mine so he had bigger scoops and it came pouring down on my back.
The place that had the most scars, as he was washing it up I was just waiting for the moment where he would stand up and say he could not bear looking at it anymore, then he would tell me to take care of it myself I waited for that moment but it's never came he actually helped me finish washing up his hand cooling and we assuring we were able to beat together the brush of his firm palm on my back almost luring me into sleep.
When it was my turn to do the same for him I confessed that he would probably be slower since he was much bigger than me and other things considered.
"Take your time we're already burning behind schedule anyway,"
I felt a change of guilt over that even though there was nothing I could have done to change that fact Anyway I went to work on his back.
His back was broad, hard, and bulged with muscle. I'll admit that I went over some places more than necessary and I think he might have clocked that but he said nothing about it and just allowed me to continue my half-fake washing. He had some scars of his own, they looked much older than mine, and some more severe.
All while I was washing his back he was softly grunting, but I didn't think much of it until I saw that I had taken too much time and both of us stood up.
Well technically three of us stood up.
I couldn't even dare look down but I could see it with the corner of my eye. It was taking everything inside of me not to just look.
He didn't seem embarrassed, I was surprised that he could even keep it like that considering how cold the river's water was and all I was doing was brushing his back.
Since he was not saying anything about it I decided to clip up about it too but before I knew it I was making one or two glances.
"You're free to look," he said invitingly, "you're going to be seeing more of it anyway,"
"Yeah, I think I'll wait till then. Until that moment comes I think I'm fine with the preview,"
He chuckled, it was this deep boisterous sound that made me think.
I was trying to play it off cool but inwardly I was panicking just a bit.
Raphael had been alright, if someone got generous with him they could even call him above average or something.
But what Lucian was carrying around looked more like a weapon of mortal destruction than simply an appendage of pleasure.
Since we were more refreshed after taking a quick dip in the river we decided that we should change into our wolf form and just run back to the car.
Before now I had not gotten many opportunities to personally see Lucian's wolf up front, either as the Luna of Brazen pack or as a leader of a rogue camp.
But now I was seeing it as his Queen Luna to be.