Splish Splash I was Taking a Bath

The grin that pulled slowly across Manea's beautiful face was such a sight for sore eyes. Even though their quarantine had only lasted a couple of weeks, it felt like ages since he'd gotten to bask and revel in the beauty and elegance of his sultry goddess. There had been several points in time where Alastor had genuinely thought it would be the end for him and Avacyn—whether by their sickness or by his kill switch—and every time his last thoughts had been of her and Saracyn. She had given him the strength of heart and soul to keep persisting and tough it out until he showed signs of recovery. She had been his ray of hope in an otherwise bleak and empty night. Now that he was on the mend, all Alastor could think about was getting his paws all over her to show her just how deeply he loved her and how intensely he was tethered to her.

Ah, but the fun messes would have to wait until after he was cleaned and scrubbed of all that disgusting filth that had poisoned his body! Thankfully, Manea seemed to take the hint quickly—she was such a sharp wolf, after all—and wasted no time grabbing a bar of soap and joining him in the water. Alastor closed his eyes and practically purred with delight while his body melted under her gently massaging paws, quite literally feeling the grime washing away from his fur as she bathed and groomed him. Matted tufts soon turned into smooth sheets of raven black fur once more. Every time Manea would pause to steal a cheeky kiss from him, Alastor was right there ready to give it back to her, grinning like a lecherous rogue every time their lips parted. Gods, how he wanted to just belay the bath and pounce on Manea right then and there in the lake! The only thing that held him back from doing so was the fact that her bathing did actually feel really nice and he wanted more of it. Perhaps he'd have Manea bathe him exclusively from now on.

Once fully covered in suds, Alastor gazed at his mate with adoring obsidian eyes, leaning in closer to press his hungry lips to hers in a long, savoring kiss. Low rumbling murrs vibrated deep within the dire brute's chest, a vocalizing of his desire for her. Once more Alastor resisted the urge to scoop Manea by the waist and have his way with her right then and there. Thankfully, she broke away not long after and stepped back out to the shore to gather some more supplies. Her dulcet voice calling to him caught his attention. Alastor turned to see Manea holding the glittering crystal-studded ball and asked if he wanted to use it. On the one hand, throwing a sketchy-looking bath bomb into the water with him so soon after he'd recovered from his illness didn't sound like the best of ideas. But on the other, he had put his trust in Penumbra and so far the firefly entity hadn't led him astray.

"Hmm, well why not! Throw it in and make me fabulous, baby!" he called back to her, holding out his forelegs in a dramatic "come at me bro" fashion, ready to see what sorts of things a paranormal entity's line of body care products would do. No time like the present for a bit of experimenting!

"Alastor Mendacium"