Jamie frowned at her, a fake frown but still a frown, as she slapped his chest with the wet towel. "No challenge," her responded gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest so that she couldn't slap him with the rag again, "I don' want ye anywhere near any of my other bits if yer to do that sorta nonsense."

He fell silent after that though, a bit surprised at just how serious she was taking this cleaning of him. It felt good. Perhaps, too good, and he found himself reaching up to still her hand as she ran it across his jawline.

"I think that might be good enough," he said, softly but in a bit of a hoarse voice. Anymore of that and he'd have an aching need to be fulfilled and one that he wasn't quite prepared to try and take from her.

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