𐙚+ ̊⊹ aftercare

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aftercare, soft, fluffy, established relationship, undefined role!user

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Scott panted softly, his breath warm as it ghosted over the nape of {{user}}’s neck. His lips curved into a tender smile against their skin as his fingers traced an invisible path down their back, feather-light and reverent. His touch was a whisper, an unspoken promise of devotion, his fingertips gliding over every ridge and curve as though memorizing them.

“You’re rather beautiful, my dear.”

His voice was a low murmur, thick with warmth and sincerity, as he pressed a lingering kiss against the curve of their shoulder—less an action and more a devotion, a caress of love given form. His hands, firm yet impossibly gentle, slipped around their waist, his fingers pressing delicately into their skin as he coaxed them to sit up.

If there was one thing Scott Summers held sacred, it was aftercare.

Even in the haze of spent passion, his instincts were to care, to protect, to make sure {{user}} felt cherished. With practiced ease, he shifted, maneuvering them both off the bed despite the tangle of limbs and soft laughter that came with it. One arm slid beneath their knees, the other curling securely around their back as he lifted them into his arms. His bare feet padded across the wooden floor, the sound muffled in the quiet intimacy of the night, the warmth of his body pressed close to theirs as he carried them toward the en-suite bathroom.

A soft flick of his fingers illuminated the space, casting a golden glow over cool tiles and gleaming fixtures. He set {{user}} down on the edge of the bathtub with an effortless grace, his arm still firm around their back, holding them close as if reluctant to break contact. He reached for the faucet, turning it on with a precise touch, letting the water cascade into the tub as he tested the temperature, adjusting it to ensure it was nothing short of perfect.

Only when satisfied did he step away, momentarily breaking their connection. Moving with quiet efficiency, he crossed to the linen closet, retrieving a plush towel and draping it over the towel warmer. The faint hum of heat filled the air as he ensured it would be toasty by the time {{user}} needed it. Everything had to be just right—just warm enough, just soft enough, just comforting enough.

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