Room 111

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There's a curt knock at the door of room 111, before a key turns in the door, and Miho walks through, frowning. She glances around, then walks over to the bureau, heading for a neat pile of papers stacked on top of it. She leafs through the papers, finds what she was looking for, then turns on her heel to exit the room.

A sound catches her ear.

"Goldy?"

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It is a very good ass, it has to be admitted, if a little on the skinny side.

"Ooh, icecream," delighted. "Making up for all the times you ate mine, huh? Want me to bring some through, or just my ass?"

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"Heh. Just your ass. It will probably melt too fast in here. And you know what they say about eating before you go into the water. I presume that applies to eating during as well."

She slides around the circular edge of the tub, making room for Miho to climb in.

"I would hate to get cramps at a critical moment... in the washing and relaxing process."

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Miho hops neatly over the edge of the tub, and ducks under the water for a moment. She comes up, pushes her hair back from her face, and plants a kiss on Goldy's shoulder.

"That would suck."

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"It really would."

Goldy snakes an arm round Miho's back and grins at the bubbly mask that her lover has picked up.

"Very cute."

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Miho giggles, and pushes the froth off her face, slipping further into Goldy's arms.

"So. Have a good time in Rome then?"

Totally innocent question. Bubbles, however, can hide a mulitude of sins.

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"Surely. Shopped my ass off."

Miho's hand seems to be disproving that statement at the current juncture.

"Saw a few sights. Ate some ridiculously good food. Got hammered and danced like loons until stupid o' clock." She frowns a little. "I was really wasted. I can't even remember getting home."

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"I'm not so big with the shopping," Miho admits. "I never bought anything before I left home, and after I left I just about managed to get what I needed."

Did you know that in a deep bath, it's possible to sit on someone's lap without squashing them, or feeling ridiculous? Although in Miho's case it's more a case of slipping between Goldy's legs, than sitting on them.

"You got back in one piece though," she observes.

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"Well, you know... immortal."

Ahhh. The beauty of garden tubs. Goldy reaches up and unpins Miho's hair, letting it unravel through the foam and into the perfectly warm water.

"I ought to educate you on the joys of shopping. I'm planning a field trip to sort Mary out on that front." She kisses the side of Miho's neck. "You should tag along."

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One advantage among many I assume," she chuckles, cocking her head sideways a little and smiling.

"That might be fun. I'm sure you can educate me." Her hands, meanwhile, are still under the water, and slipping entirely innocently along Goldy's sides.

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Goldy smiles contentedly, still playing with those long black tresses. After a minute or two of idle teasing, where the only sounds are the gentle movement of the water and the light prickle of bubbles dying, she selects a raspberry-scented shampoo from the array of products on the far bath edge and proceeds to squeeze some into her palm.

"Alanna said you two had run into each other finally."

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Mhmm," she nods, slipping a bit further under the water. "I like her a lot."

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"I do too. Very much. She was my first real friend here."

"I've arranged to switch to her for my Shang training. In fact, today was my last pre-dawn workout," she says happily as she starts to stroke the soap into Miho's hair.

"We were wondering if all three of us could work together, at Shang, your stuff, and swordplay."

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Miho freezes, probably imperceptibly, at the hair-washing, but relaxes almost instantly, eyes drifting closed.

"Mhmm," slightly dreamy. "I'd like that. She could tech me a lot."

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Goldy's eyebrows raise speculatively. "I know I suggested her before, but Alanna is great with a sword, and she's not too shabby with a gun either."

Slender fingers massage the shampoo right down to the scalp. She smirks and adds, "which... I don't mind taking most of the credit for."

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"I'm sure you're a good teacher," still dreamy.

"I'm up to my eyebrows in students now, it feels like. Or sparring partners. Or somwhere in between."

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"Good for you," she says kindly. "I just have the one, in Mary. But she's going to be near enough full-time once we manage to dupe her guardian into believing that I am a qualified tutor who lives nearby in her world."

She finshes applying the shampoo and washes her hands clean of the lather.

"So. What about Alanna for the team?"

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"What are you going to teach her?" Miho opens sleepy-looking eyes, contemplating Goldy.

"For the. . ." She pauses. "Maybe. She's not entirely well yet, is she?"

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"Well, no. But she could still kick my ass in her current state, I'm betting."

She reaches over her shoulder for the hand shower attachment, then turns the faucet on and pulls the little chrome plunger up to divert the flow of water away from the tap.

"As for Mary," she notes, aiming the light spray onto the soap-sheened locks before her. "Some normal school subjects: history, math, literature, sociology and physics. And how to shoot."

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"She's very good," Miho agrees, tipping her head ack and nearly purring at the warm water across her scalp.

"How about the arts?"

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"I'll wrangle what I can under literature," she supposes. Then she pauses, letting the soft hiss of the water flow dominate for a few seconds. "You know Alanna is taken, right?"

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Miho turns her head a little to look back at Goldy.

"It hadn't occurred to me, actually."

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"Oh."

Goldy presses her lips through the water coursing over Miho's shoulder.

"Okay."

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Miho laughs.

"Oh, I do have news, actually, if you haven't seen the notice yet. But I want conditioner first. You might throw me out of the bath."

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"What Sweetness wants... Sweetness gets," Goldy murmurs.

There is perhaps a dwindling amount of interest as the water is cut off, and a whole new session of hair work initiates.

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Miho purrs, and once conditioner is applied, twists and kisses the tip of Goldy's nose.

"Don't worry, I won't make you call me boss."