<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Elysia</span></span><br/><br/>"Oh, I'm sorry," Elysia apologized when Nathan accused her of leaving without cuddles. He looked tired and she reminded herself that he had a lot less energy than she did. She would have to be careful not to wear him out too much. "Come here," she cooed, as he slipped into the bath behind her and moved his arms around her waist. She leaned back against him, lifting her hand to his right cheek and pressing tender kisses along his left jaw. "I want to cuddle, too," she promised, running her fingers through the back of his hair and sighing contently at the feeling of his warm body pressed against hers.<br/><br/>Sia leaned forward again while Nathan washed the wax from her back and laughed lightly when he grumbled about washing her front. "Oh, I didn't want you to get too distracted," she teased, moving on to wash her legs and between her thighs. She smirked when he mentioned how he had teased her about his being a slayer.<br/><br/>"That was mean," she accused, clicking her tongue but smiled as she felt his lips against her shoulder. "Leaving me all defenceless and then trying that. More than enough reason for me to punish you, I think," she giggled, settling back against his chest as he returned his arms around her waist. She let out a soft content sigh as his lips travelled up her neck and she closed her eyes, tilting her head back a little.<br/><br/>"I can't tell you, it'll spoil all of the fun," she purred as he nibbled on her ear. "Soft and cuddly, maybe, but innocent? Hmm, somehow I don't think you're quite as innocent as you let on." Sia hummed as Nathan's hands began to travel across her body. She moved a hand back to run through his hair again as she pressed back against his warm chest.<br/><br/>Elysia laughed when Nathan asked her how he would please her if she tied him up. She turned to face him, reaching for another of the soaps and lathering up her hands. She shifted a little until she was straddling him and began to wash his chest and stomach. "Oh, I think I'll survive without your massage skills for a few hours. You can please me in other ways," she purred, pressing more soft kisses to his jaw and neck. "I want to see you writhing beneath me, unable to escape while I torment you to orgasm," she whispered erotically, her fingernails gently trailing down his chest. She reached for the soap and lathered her hands once more before slipping them inside the water and stroking his shaft briefly before moving onto his thighs.