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“I’m homeee.” G'raha's ears perked up as he heard Rana enter the room. He looked up to welcome her return…
…but the words died in his throat as soon as he caught sight of what she was wearing .
A top that was practically a bra, one strap hanging dangerously off her shoulder. It was complimented by an outer front-tie top, as well as form fitting shorts.
And wicked white , she looked gorgeous in it.
Despite his best intentions, G’raha could not take his eyes off of Rana’s breasts as she unpacked her bag, particularly that hanging strap. He licked his lips as he considered just ripping the whole thing off and claiming her as his prize.
A heavy sigh from Rana snapped G’raha out of his reverie. Right…she'd been out all day helping the Loporrits with their latest interstellar exploits. ...Which meant she was likely in no mood for any shenanigans tonight.
Which was all well and good…but that hanging strap was still bothering him.
Something had to be done.
Wordlessly, G’raha got up,
walked over to Rana,
and slowly
(ever so slowly)
readjusted her strap.
He lingered for a moment, pinned under Rana’s puzzled gaze. “I, uh,” G’raha squeaked, then cleared his throat. “Y-your shirt was slipping.”
Rana blinked, then got a strange look in her eye. She reached out and grasped G'raha's wrist, firmly yet softly.
Then,
she guided his hand, back to the strap he had just readjusted,
and pushed it back down,
to where it threatened to expose her soft, plump breast.
“Oops,” murmured Rana, tilting her head slightly. “Maybe that's a sign.”
Wicked white , this woman was going to be the death of him.
“You know, I’m so tired after all that hard labor today… Would you…” She stared up at G’raha, visible blue eye half lidded. “Help me take my clothes off so I can take a bath?”
“Yes,” he responded, (perhaps a little too breathlessly). “Yes, I can do that.”
“Should we take this to the bathroom then? I’m sooooo exhausted, I can barely walk !”
Doubtful, considering her legs were in perfect condition until now. G’raha rolled his eyes lightheartedly, but obliged nonetheless. If anything, he relished the small giggles that escaped Rana’s lips as he hoisted her into his arms. G’raha kicked the door to the bathroom open, earning another squeal from the woman in his arms. Carefully, he set her down on the bathtub’s edge, and started running the water.
Rana crossed her arms, grinning widely. “Forgetting something?”
“I wouldn't dare,” he said with a kiss on the cheek, and kneeled down to pull off her sandals. The shoes were placed neatly in a pair beside the tub, alongside the bandana on her leg, untied and neatly folded.
Next, G’raha set his sights on her shorts, unbuttoning, unzipping, unbuckling, and sliding them off of her scaled legs and tail. He ignored her smalls for now, instead going for her overshirt, untying the knot around her middle, and removing the top.
At this point, Rana was down to her smalls, as well as the infamous inner top. However, the water in the tub was getting fuller, and G’raha knew that Rana liked to keep some hot water in reserve. So he switched the temperatures and turned his attention back to his lover.
Her tail audibly flicked against the tub’s walls. “Raha, you're leaving me all cold and helpless!”
“ You asked me to undress you! And you are certainly not helpless .”
Rana pouted. “I am when I’m cold and naked! So mean to me…”
“Oh, don't say that. Besides, would someone being mean to you do…this?” G’raha slipped his thumbs under Rana’s smalls, slipping them off of her legs and discarding them with the rest of her clothes. However, he didn't fail to notice the small wet spot on the fabric, directing his attention to the source. “Getting excited, are we?”
Rana grinned. “Maybe a liiiiiitle! Fuck…!” She squealed and squirmed as G’raha licked up the remaining slick in her slit.
He re-emerged, licking his lips like the couerl that ate the canary. “Well, why don't we wrap this up, hm? I would hate for your bath to get too cold.” Without another word, G’raha leaned forward to untie the top and released Rana’s breasts, practically ripping off the fabric, causing them to bounce from the aftershock. “There. All done.”
“Nope,” Rana interjected, shutting off the cold water. “You forgot something~!”
G’raha blinked. …Forgot what ? Rana’s towel was nearby, her soaps rested on the edge of the tub, the woman in question was undressed…so what was missing?
His answer was received by a flick on the forehead. “Ow! Rana!”
“ You're still dressed, silly.” Her faux-annoyed expression was quickly replaced by something softer, amplified by a tilt of the head. “C’mon, take a bath with me?”
And who was he to refuse?