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[bilocations]

Bubbles... Sawyer watches, fascinated. He's never had a bubble bath before. He can already start to spell the subtle pleasant scent and he pauses in undressing, his pants undone as he looks up at Bishop when he speaks.

He flushes at the other's comment and he nods. He won't argue that. He slowly pushes his pants down. He still had bruises some fresher than others all over his body, particularly his thighs and his ass. There were some on his stomach and a large one that's ugly and later in the healing stages on one side and around to his back.

He catches sight of them and then shifts nearly wanting to pull his clothes back on suddenly embarrassed of his mate seeing the marks left on him by other wolves. He tries not to dwell, though he doesn't look at the other as he tugs off his socks and then his underwear, letting the clothes drop. The counter is cold against his bare skin but he didn't move from where the other had put him.

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The bruises were all mentally cataloged and Bishops jaw clenched at the sight of the large one that seemed to wrap around the others body.

He stands up and moves over to Sawyer, reaching to tip his chin up so he can see his face fully, “After your bath, I want the names of everyone who did that to you.”

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Sawyer sensed the change in the other's body language and he seems to curl in on himself some when the other moves to him but he doesn't resist it as his head is tilted up. He swallows.

"Why...?"

Why does it matter?

"It doesn't matter anymore."

[l0vemekn0t]

That was probably true. But in this moment, he was angry. Or he was.

It fades when he feels the other start to retreat—

“I’m sorry,” he tries to brush it off a little with a breathy chuckle, “instincts…”

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Sawyer is still nervous. He knew somehow that the other wouldn't have hurt him but he's skittish. He nods, hesitating before reaching to bring the other's hand from his chin up so he can kiss his palm before letting it go, ears pink.

"I was used to this sort of thing," he says, bruises, broken bones, all sorts of things but it doesn't matter here. He might not fully believe he's safe or trust Bishop but so far he hasn't been hurt. So it doesn't matter.

"They're healing."

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The kiss calms him; as sweet and simple as it is. All of the tension that had been in his body eases and he releases a little sigh.

“Do you hurt?” He asks quietly.

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"Not anymore than I'm used to," Sawyer says and he lifts a shoulder. "I am getting cold, though."

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“Oh. Sorry,” he steps back and motions to the bath.

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Sawyer slides off of the counter and his skin had started to get goosebumps, his nipples taut. He hesitates.

"Join me," he says quietly. "Please?"

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Bishop doesn’t hesitate. If Sawyer felt confident enough to ask, he wouldn’t deny him.

“Sure,” he nods but he still motions to the tub before he starts taking his own clothes off.

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Sawyer climbs in and he doesn't look at Bishop as the other undresses. He sinks into the bubble bath, the scent is nice and so is the heat of the water and he makes a small pleasured sound at the feeling.

"I've never had a bubble bath."

[l0vemekn0t]

Another reason for him to be annoyed with these people.

Once he’s dropped all of his clothes, he locks the bathroom door and moves to the tub to join him.

“It’s your bath now, take as many as you want.”

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Sawyer does steal a glance at Bishop when the other is about to join him in the tub. He furrows his brow.

"Mine?"

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“I use the shower mostly, so the bath is yours.” Bishop admits and sinks down in the bubbles.

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Sawyer hesitates a bit and it's hard for him to believe in the idea of something as nice as a bath being his to any degree of the word. He bites his lip and moves once the other is in the bath, pressing close to him and it's easy to settle against him even in the bath he's small enough that the tub doesn't feel too crowded.

There's something instinctual that makes him want to be close, to smell the other's scent to touch him. something instinctual that's trying to trust.

"I don't understand why you're being so nice... why you took me from them." Why you claimed me when no one else has wanted to? The last question, silent.

[l0vemekn0t]

A funny sort of warmth comes over him when Sawyer moves in against him. It’s like, even though it’s rocky, pieces are starting to fall into place. Missing pieces.

“I knew you were mine,” he murmurs quietly, “and I wasn’t about to leave you there when I realized it.”

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That doesn't make any sense. Sawyer just frowns, resting his head against the other's chest and he is more intent to soak and be close to Bishop than he is to worry about anything else in the tub. He closes his eyes.

"You mean you took me because you wanted me to be yours?"

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“No, I mean I took you because you were supposed to be mine,” but how does one explain that without it sounding insane?

His brow furrows as he thinks about it and he abscently cups water in his hand to wet the others hair.

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"I don't understand," Sawyer says softly, letting the other get his hair wet. One of his hands idly cups some bubbles, watching them and maybe just a little too in awe.

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Once it’s all wet he reaches for the shampoo and gets to work on shampooing the others hair.

“It’s hard to explain,” he breathes, “you have a very specific scent.”

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It's nice to be taken care of. Sawyer doesn't resist it at all, sighing softly as the other starts to wash his hair. He could nearly fall asleep with how calming it is and how the hot water is making him drowsy.

"Your scent... it smells good to me. Is it like that?"

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“Yeah,” he nods and squeezes most of the bubbles out before he starts to rinse his hair, “I mean, sort of. I could smell you before I’d even seen you. I’d always be able to find you.”

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"I've.. never heard of that before," Sawyer admits, biting his lip and he wonders if he should be letting himself talk so much, be so open... He's at the other's mercy but then again he's used to that and Bishop hasn't hurt him. He's just been kind and generous, he's taking care of him.

That's what a mate is supposed to do.

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“To be fair, you’ve been living with a poor excuse for a pack most of your life,” Bishop mutters, and gently tips the others head back so he can rinse his hair properly. And steal a brief kiss.

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Sawyer kisses him back in that brief moment, exhaling as his hair is rinsed. He's quiet for a little bit.

"They killed my family when I was young...all I really remember is them."