He came around the corner, the robe didn’t close in the front and only came to mid-thigh. He grinned. “M’stones are out.”
I laughed. “Yes, they are. Your robe is too tiny.”
I turned on the water, and put a hand under it to check the temperature. “Takes a moment.”
I immediately had to pee. “Don’t look, I gotta pee.” I sat down on the toilet and started to go.
He was not looking, instead his brow drew down, and he was investigating the wall. “Where does it come from?”
I said, “See that handle, it turns the water on and off, press it down to turn it off, see?”
He turned it off. “Then you press it up and a little to the left.”
He turned it back on and off again.
I finished peeing and wiped, as he turned the water back on again.
He put his hand in. “Marvelous.”
I said, “Your turn to piss in the toilet.”
He did while I got a stack of towels out of the cabinet, placed them on the counter, and checked the water temp. It was perfect.
I dropped my robe to the floor and stepped in. I glanced over my shoulder at him, his eyes widened. “Och, ye are invitin’ again.”
I beckoned. “Come in, Albannach, the water is warm.”
He grinned as he stepped into the tub. “This is wondrous.”
“You can take a shower every morning, and every night too, if you want.” I squeezed some soap in a washcloth and began rubbing it over his skin.
He moaned with pleasure.
“You like it?”
“Aye. But that sounds like a lot of washin’.”
“In this time, Torin, people expect a lot of washing, you have to smell good.” I squeezed shampoo into my hand and began washing his hair.
He moaned contentedly.
“Now you can see why I was so irritable when we were on our trip. I missed the showers.”
“Ye do this every day? Aye, I can see why ye would miss it, though I still think tis too many. The men of this time must be verra soft, I hae tae go tae bed covered in mud and ripe with stench at least once a month or I winna be driven enough tae win a battle.”
“You need mud to fight?”
“I need deprivation tae win. Aye. The promise of a soft bed at the end of the battle, but I canna hae it at the beginning, or I would never go.”
I raised the shower sprayer over his head. “Close your eyes.”
I rinsed his hair, asking, “But, what of kings, they have soft beds, and they still win battles.”
“Kings hae tae live on the edge of a battlefield alongside their men, until they win, then they can go home to the soft bed.”
While I put shampoo in my hair and lathered it up, he put his hand out and tentatively touched my breast. I joked, passing him a bar of soap, “Put some soap on your paw and you can touch all you want.”
He put his soapy hand on my breast. “You are a verra good wife.”
