Some Assistance // Saikhantheloyal
" Love you more, shijian.” He intoned lowly, his words a low rumbling against her flesh as he brushed his lips against her forehead gently. He had to stand up on his tip toes to do it, of course, but that was what came of dating a woman more than just a few inches taller than himself. Saikhan certainly didn’t mind it, unlike many men he had met, and he actually enjoyed it.
It just… It fit them, and Lin didn’t care that he was shorter than she was, so why should he?
" It’s been awhile since we’ve done this, meili.” His voice was quiet, with amusement lacing his tone as he took the bottle of shampoo from her and moved to squirt some of it into his palms. He then reached up, and began to slowly run it through her hair, massaging it into her scalp as gently as he could manage.
"Mm-mm. Not possible." Lin smiled when he leaned up to kiss her. She had never minded how much shorter he was than her, and she never could. She loved it, really, mostly because it was just Sai, and because it wasn’t like he cared that she was so tall. She’d been afraid, for at least a little while, that it bothered him.
She knew better now. She knew he loved her height, just like she loved his.
Lin hummed when he started massaging the shampoo into her scalp, and she rested her wrists on his shoulders for balance while he washed her hair. “That feels nice,” she breathed, and she meant it. It had been a few days since she’d been able to wash her hair - two weeks since she could do it thoroughly - and he was just so gentle with her.
"Mmm… You are wonderful. Your hands are wonderful. I love you."
" Oh yes, it’s very possible. It’s more than possible, really. It’s fact." Saikhan retorted matter of factedly, his lips curving up into a gentle smile as he stepped forward to nuzzle his nose against the hollow of her throat. She was slick, and wet and smelled like a strange mix of hospital anesthetic and the smell of the soap he was currently running through her hair.
” You’re more wonderful, you know. A lot more wonderful.” His fingers trailed through her long locks gently, more so than just enough to get the shampoo through it. He brought a hand up to adjust the showerhead, so that he could start washing the shampoo from her hair. “Close your eyes, shijian.”