“Goodnight, Ky!” Isidro calls out.
“Night,” Kyren murmurs, leaving.
Shaking my head, I finish getting undressed and wince as I pull out the pins in my bun. I knew that it would need to stay up all night, so I planned accordingly.
“Come let us wash your hair,” Syrus says.
“We’re supposed to be taking care of Isidro,” I tease, getting into the shower with them as my hair tumbles down my back.
The dark haired omega pouts, and I raise my brow at him. Surprisingly, he has better color now, but sometimes the days before a heat can be odd.
Especially if you’ve been on heavy medication beforehand that suppresses so much of who you are.
“You have pretty hair. I want to wash it,” he says. “Kyren is also right. I think you should call me Izzy.”
“I can do that,” I say, letting him hold me as the water flows down over us. I don’t want to baby him, but I plan to get him to eat something.
Syrus shows Izzy how to wash my hair, and they both rinse my hair after as I begin to get sleepy. It’s been a long damn day, even though it was also very fun.
Pumping some liquid body soap into my hands, I wash Izzy’s body as Syrus washes his hair.
“You’re going to spoil me,” he mutters, his eyes at half mast.
Syrus is very careful not to get soap in his eyes, and merely smiles at Izzy’s words.
“I think you’re due for some spoiling,” he says, washing out his hair with the handheld shower head.
Izzy watches with hooded eyes as I wash my body and Syrus finishes cleaning up.
“What does that mean?” Izzy asks, leaning against the tile wall.
He doesn’t hiss at how cold it is, but instead seems to enjoy it. That’s yet another sign that he’s riding the edge of his heat. Looks like I’ll need to get someone to cover my shifts soon. I’m going to need some personal time.
If he’s already wanting to be around me, it means he’ll cling more to me during his heat. I’m absolutely alright with this, I just need to plan.
“It means that you’re also a caretaker,” Syrus says. “There’s nothing wrong with it, but you have to take care of yourself too.”
“I’m very guilty of it,” I say, shrugging as Syrus finishes up and turns off the water.
Opening the door, I grab towels and hand them out as I step outside of the shower. While it’s a big space, it’s too close of an area for three people to dry off.
“Sometimes, it’s easier to take care of everyone else instead of yourself,” Syrus adds. “I focus all of my energy on an entire town, so I get it.”
“I didn’t really think of that,” Izzy says, wrapping the towel around his waist once he’s dry. “I’m used to locking into a mission and not doing anything else until I’m finished. Of course now, it’s not a mission anymore. It’s easier than focusing on myself. My body doesn’t feel like it belongs to me, which means that staying busy helps me ignore that. I hate that my medication is failing me.”
“You’re not supposed to be on them as long as you have been,” I remind him, watching as he gets out of the shower stall with unsteady feet.
Syrus glances at me as he wraps his towel around himself, trying to figure out how to make an excuse to put together a plate of food.
“Hey, Spitfire. I’m kind of hungry. I’m going to make myself a plate. I’ll come back up with it to share, yeah?”
“I could eat,” I say with a small smile.
Syrus pulls my hair away from my back and finds a claw clip to hold it all up before he walks out of the bathroom.
“Is he for real?” Izzy asks, watching him.
“Oh yeah,” I grin. “He’s very for real. Do you want to sleep in clothes or naked? Sometimes, my skin feels really sensitive before my heat.”
