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[It's a good inn, and it's a shame Rover doesn't appreciate it nearly as much as they should.

They follow him into the bathroom, hovering by him as he starts the hot water. They stare at the tub, curious for a moment.]

I've never soaked before.

[They've only ever bathed at the dorms...Which are fancy bathrooms, yes, but still. They've never indulged.]

[Hmmm...! Well then,]

Might as well keep trying new shit, right? This one ain't as stocked as the other guests', but I think there should still be...

[Yep. Shoved away in a cabinet beneath the sink, where he stored a lot of shit he deemed unnecessary when he moved in, is a small vial of bubble bath mix. Dumping that in.]

Never really understood the point of this shit, but it adds to the experience, I guess. Actually, come to think of it, it's probably popular in media because it fucking censors bath scenes naturally.

[Oh shit! Bubbles! Rover watches the bubbles form, absolutely delighted.]

Holy shit, that's incredible.

[They're so excited...

They reach out, putting their hand through the bubbles with a grin.]

Why wouldn't you use this all the time?

[Seeing their enthusiasm, Maverick's face softens into a smaller, more private smile, and he suddenly doesn't have any sort of answer for them.]

Heh. Who knows.

[If this small, stupid thing makes them that happy, why isn't it used all the time? He reaches down to take a small scoop of the bubbles in his palm and blows it, sending the suds tumbling lazily through the air.

Once there's enough that he's confident his introduction to the tub won't destroy all the bubbles, Maverick swings his legs around and eases himself in with a hiss. Ah, little bit hotter than expected, but he can handle it. One knee is bent and splayed out of the way, suggesting the space there he's making for them that's obscured by the bubbly mess.]

C'mere.

[They laugh at the spray of bubbles, dragging their hand through the foam.

When Maverick settles in, they don't waste any time before they're sliding between his legs. They're still fascinated by the bubbles, scooping them up from where they gather in front of them. This stuff is great - it smells nice, too.]

I should get some of this stuff.

[Just in case they decide to start taking baths, now.]

[Even if he can’t see their face anymore, he can imagine the wonder there from the way they move. With a happy hum, Maverick leans forward to rest his chin on their shoulder and curl his arms around their waist.]

I’ll be sure to sneak some for you to take with before you leave tomorrow. But you know what you really gotta see, if you like bubble baths? Fucking bath bombs.

[They hum, leaning back into him. They arch an eyebrow, even though there's no point in making faces.]

What the fuck is a bath bomb?

[That sounds...dangerous.]

[Dangerous for Rex's wallet, maybe.]

Awh, come on, babe. Don't you have a head full of Google, or something? Trust me, it's something you gotta see, not hear me try to describe.

Well, yeah, but sometimes it's fun not knowing the answers.

[They are going to quickly search for what a bath bomb is, though, as they play with the bubbles.]

What the hell, those look awesome.

[He smiles into a kiss to their shoulder, pleased with their reaction even if he doesn't get to see just what they're seeing or their expression.]

Figured you'd be into 'em.

[But he's gotta pull back a second to scrub his face clean, then scoop up a bunch of bubbles to set on top of Rover's head.]

Might get glitter fucking everywhere, though.

What's the problem with glitter?

[It's sparkly. Who wouldn't want to be sparkly??

Honestly, that just sounds like the ideal.]

Eeeverywhere. All the cervices.

[Speaking of which, one of his hands is traveling down fondle at their slit.]

How do you normally get yourself cleaned, anyway? After that first time, I didn't know if you had some internal shit or if you had to scrub later on.

So??

[It still sounds amazing.

They lean back, lifting their hips slightly.]

Have to scrub...Things I ingest get broken down and incinerated if they're not being used, but that's not really hooked up to my internal systems.

[It's all jerryrigged.]

[mmmm]

Sounds like a pain. Fucking wonder you put up with me coming inside you, if that's the case.

[But he can help out now, or something? Though he probably won't be as thorough... Maybe it's really just a plot to get to finger them again because he's a disaster man.]

I dunno, it's not so bad.

[He is definitely a disaster man, but Rover's not complaining. Let Maverick entertain himself with their body, they think.]

Sometimes it feels kind of gross, though.

[yeah...........]

I could always wear a condom. And things kinda fucking happened before I got the chance, but I did actually...get some lube. Yours is probably meant to keep you running smoothly, right? We should probably stop, uh, using it for this.

...Yeah.

[They should definitely stop using it.]

And I guess we could try condoms out? I don't really mind either way, honestly. Whatever you'd rather is fine with me.

[He hums as he moves his fingers inside them, amused in a way that makes him roll his eyes at their answers. It's nice to know he's not the only one making stupid decisions...but also why are they like this for him!! They're too good...]

No harm in trying. Dunno why I'm bothering to try and plan this shit, though... You're so fucking irresistible, it's hard to stop and think once we start. [hence the ice cream dick]

Well...

[They tilt their head back, squinting up at the ceiling.]

If you have 'em, we might use 'em, so there's no harm in buying some, right?

Yeah.

[A small amount of them, anyway, or a handful from the infirmary. They gotta have some, right? Those kinds of places always did. If they tried them out and decided they didn't have a place in their sex life, he'd rather not have spent too much money on them, and it wasn't like he wanted to have to use them with someone else anytime soon. Making things work with Rover was the goal.

...]

So it's good that getting water inside your bits like this isn't frying the fuck outta us, huh?

[...]

...

[They bark out a laugh, shaking their head.]

Yeah, I'd say that's a good thing. Especially with all the metal you've got in you.

[Yay... Their laugh is a song he could never get tired of, slam the repeat button on that one. Smiling, he turns his head to nose into their hair, far too content.]

Pretty fucking sure you got more... Guess I don't really got a fucking clue what your insides are like or made of, though. Either way, my metal's real fucking good, you gotta admit.

Mm, yeah, it's pretty good metal.

[Ehehehe.]

Maybe not as good as mine, though.

[Even the only visible metal on them is still their tongue piercing...But that's also basically proof they're made of metal, so? There's that?]

I'm alright letting you have the better metal.

[Can't really compare... He loves his piercings and doesn't feel like himself without them, but he'd still take them all out and trade them away if it was down to choosing them or Rover.

Maverick kisses at their shoulder once again before sitting up straighter and withdrawing his fingers. Just gonna swirl that around in the water a little before reaching for the shampoo. It's a bit of a weird feeling, unable to completely separate it from his time months ago, when he was with Akechi and would be running his fingers through his hair instead... Almost guilty. Everything else has felt so special and new, just for them.

Then he laughs softly to himself, watching the shampoo suds up and taking the liberty of wetting and spiking their hair into a mohawk. Akechi would never have been so fascinated and joyous to see the bubbles, no like Rover. Maybe it isn't his first time washing up with a lover, but it's theirs, and he's there with them, and that's what matters.]

Damn straight.

[They close their eyes, enjoying the feeling of Maverick's hands in their hair. They can't see what he's doing, but he seems to be enjoying himself, and that's all that matters.

They have no idea what he's thinking about, which might be for the best. Being compared to Akechi... They're still certain he'd rather have a lover who can feel, who can reciprocate in the way he wants, but Maverick is settling for an inferior model. They want to believe that's not the case, but...sometimes they're not so sure.

Still, for now they're just going to enjoy the peace.]

Should I get more?

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