[The splash garners a squeak of surprise out of her—though it's more a tiny shriek when it echoes through the room, and there may have been the tiniest twinge of disappointment when he pulls back from her. She may have been hoping for a little kiss... ... ...
But she'll be good and sit up when he moves, that flush now deep-seated in the apples of her cheeks, giving her face a light glow to it.]
Be careful what you wish for...
[Already, she's reaching back up for his hair again, not waiting another beat to start massaging and lathering it again, but maybe she's feeling a little more playful, or maybe she's getting back at him for being the sly wolf that he is...
But she starts to twist and curl the hair along with the soap, gathering it all together so that it sticks up over his head in a single peak like a soapy mountain.]
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But she'll be good and sit up when he moves, that flush now deep-seated in the apples of her cheeks, giving her face a light glow to it.]
Be careful what you wish for...
[Already, she's reaching back up for his hair again, not waiting another beat to start massaging and lathering it again, but maybe she's feeling a little more playful, or maybe she's getting back at him for being the sly wolf that he is...
But she starts to twist and curl the hair along with the soap, gathering it all together so that it sticks up over his head in a single peak like a soapy mountain.]
You could barely handle it out there.