"Enough about Jocelynn," Nyrielle said firmly while playfully taking the soap from Ashlynn's hands to finish lathering herself up so that she could take her turn with Ashlynn. As much as she enjoyed feeling the other woman's hands on her skin, she longed for the feeling of Ashlynn's soft, supple flesh beneath her own fingers, and Ashlynn needed to receive care far more than she needed to provide it.
"What else has kept you busy during the days while I've slept?" Nyrielle asked as she stood to reach the silver tray of soaps, sending a small wave rippling across the surface of the bathing pool.
