helping your man shave while you're sitting on the bathroom sink and he's slotted his hips between your legs so you can link your ankles at the small of his back. you're wearing one of his button down shirts and he's shirtless as you lather his face, warm breath steady and calm as he gazes at you with nothing but love and trust. there's steam on the mirror and some still hangs near the ceiling from your shower; the smell of his shampoo lingers with the floral notes of your bodywash. he's half hard against your thigh and you can't quite catch your breath.