As Alex lifts that chemise over her head, my hands clench onto the high sides of the tub and my breath seems to catch in my throat, like something's trying to take it from me.  I study every detail of her with my one visible eye, and my lips part to a soft little 'o' as I study her.  That soft little tuft of flaxen hair , the womanly curves of firm legs, hips, thighs-- that narrowing waist and healthy, firm breasts... she is an absolutely lovely thing, the kind of beautiful, and naturally so, I've seen so rarely and touched so little in my life.  It unsettles me, she's so lovely, like nothing could be that tempting and be all good.  I'm naked, my body running with the same kind of resilient, immortal blood as hers must be that sings for what she has.  I'm aroused to the point that even a blind man could tell it, but still somehow my guard is trying to come up.<br/><br/>The water sounds softly as she settles into the warm bath, and I answer her comment about my bath with a wry smile, not seeming the least insulted.  "Been a while since I had a bath quite like this... that's for sure..."  As she eases closer, one of my knees draws up in a strange mix of defensiveness and exposure-- I'm not holding her off, I'm inviting her in closer, giving her a place to recline along my thighs.  If she's really never been with a woman, I intend to make it more than memorable.  And I intend to enjoy it.<br/><br/>The suds of the washcloth form clear bubbles and whispy webs of foamy white that, in contrast, makes my skin look darker, especially to Alex's alabaster complexion.  I'm breathing again, steady and deep like a horse readying to run.  The young woman's skin elicits an ache in me, and when her nipples brush against my breast, light and gentle against my own, there's something that feels like electricity in my skin.  For a moment I let her wash me, let that aching need in my sex swell and throb at her touch that roams over me.  I straighten to expose more of my body, let her wash across the slim, hard abdomen, the smallish breasts that ache for her attention and-- when the soapy, wet cloth grazes smoothly over them, I let out a long, steady sight.<br/><br/>Steady-handed, I reach and slide the patch from my eye.  The silver orb beneath glimmers, as natural as the other eye, though its gleam is alien next to its living counterpart. "Indeed.  And this<i>is</i>the now..."  I rise somewhat, water pouring off me in a rapid cascade and for a moment I'm looking down at her.  It's a nice feeling, being tall, though she and I are really the same height.  I blink once, the silver eye for a moment exactly the same as the living one, except the faint scars, and I settle along  her body, easing back down into the tub, with my arms outstretched and draped over her shoulders, crossing at the forearms.  The water on my skin, and the water we're sitting in, makes out bodies glide in a smooth caress as I settle along her, my mouth framing hers in a kiss, my lips parting very gently and my mouth working hungrily over hers.<br/><br/>What I need is is to bring out that honey-sweet voice of hers.  Letting those slender fingers wash me is sweet.  I want more of that... but now there's no way of taking one desire in stride with all the others that are flooding up in me.<br/><br/>The water splashes softly as I pivot and press myself along her body, arching my back to grind my breasts into her as my mouth works at her full lips, insistent and laden with need.  One hand entwines in that spun-gold hair and grips it-- not tugging.   Not yet.