Blossoms and Citrus

Smiley's voice is smooth and calm, his lips are pink and moist, and his dampened hair is tussled softly around his face so it flips up at the ends, caressing his rosy cheeks and neck.

"Sitting." The word is uttered out in such a way that it feels as though it rolled gently off his tongue and delicately out into the misty air.

Her nose twitched slightly at what she perceived to be his arrogance, her brow furrowing and her eyes remaining locked on his face.

"Well I can see that. Were you raised with animals or something?! A gentleman doesn't just welcome himself into a batching facility being occupied by a woman he's not intimate with! Do you wish to hurt me? Touch me? What are your intentions!? I can assure you if you wish to cause me harm it'll be the last thing you do." She warned him, her voice clearly upset but still strong at the same time.

He opens his eyes slowly and looks only into her’s, as he speaks,

“I am not a gentleman.
I am sitting.
That is all.”

He closes his eyes once again and maneuvers his legs so his knees are bent up toward the ceiling, relaxing one against the side of the shower, his rosy genitals resting casually between his parted thighs.

Jenevieve's blood boiled as she stared at him, her little body shaking from anger.

"Well why on Earth are you sitting here of all places!?" She yelled.

The nude man lets out a breath through his nose in annoyance; as if she's some child who's asking one too many questions about something obvious.

“Because it's warm.” He stated in a soft, yet flat tone.

"...You are a very cruel person" She said quietly, her eyes squinting slightly as she glared at him.

His reply is short and light, rolling across the air to meet her ears,

"I'm not the one cutting into the silence with my pestering voice."

"Pestering? Pestering!? Oh, you're one to talk about pestering!!! You... you..." Jenevieve stopped, just looking at him, her riled eyes wide. A few seconds passed, and a very small smile made it's way to her lips. She tried to fight it, but she couldn't, so she started giggling softly, closing her eyes and shaking her head as she did so. Her giggles were soft and sweet, like a sort of ghostly song from a memory. She couldn't believe the situation and the nerve of this person sitting before her. Somehow, somehow he always knew just what to do and say to get her stirred up... and suddenly she found the whole thing very... humorous.

Smiley peeks an eye open to look over at her, his brow raised slightly as his interest to find out the cause of her laughter is sparked.

Her giggles turned into a soft laughter, getting just slightly louder. Her laugh was feminine and beautiful, still carrying a ghost like quality about it, as though it was coming from an old record machine. Something that had once been used and treasured but was stored away for a long time.

Smiley opens both his eyes and gazes at her from where he sits, just looking her over, taking in most of the things that were once hidden from him, discovering some of the secret she keeps hidden behind laces and fabrics. Her body looks much more delicate in it’s unwrapped state his mind notices. He enjoys how parts of her body contort and shake with her laughter.

"You... you insinuated that I was the one pestering you!!!" Jenevieve laughed out even louder, leaning her head on the side of the shower as she chortled.

Smiley blocks out her noise and just looks at her, trying to imagine what's hiding behind her hands and arms, admiring the smooth curves of her body, untouched by black lace, totally in her natural element. He wonders in his mind if she feels like marbel or satin under one's fingertips and his eyes flicker with curiosity, his fingers twitching softly with a sort of curious longing.

Jenevieve tried her best to regain her composure.

"I'm... I'm sorry that was just really funny to me." She giggled softly, smiling at him.

"You are without a doubt the most peculiar person I have ever met." She stated, her eyes not heavy with burden for once.

“And you the most strange,” he speaks softly, his eyes still wandering over her frame, creating visions he cannot see with his eyes.

"How am I strange~?" She asked him, still smiling softly. She felt oddly comfortable with him suddenly, despite both of their exposure. It had been years since she had really truly laughed, and because he had made her do this she was less upset with him for it.

"I make judgements on you and then you react differently than how I would expect you to. I think though, that if I made a bold gesture, that you would react the way I think you would though. In this very moment... I can see you getting angry."

He looks up into her eyes after he says this, trying to read her reaction, but he also just wants to admire her soft gaze as well.

Jenevieve leaned in a little closer to him.

"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked him, her voice hushed, though no one else was around.

"Yes." He replies, his voice is calm, but his eyes are curious.

"I'm tired of being angry" She admitted, her voice soft. She looked into his eyes, honesty reflecting behind her own.

He looks back into her honest eyes and replies with a wide yet soft smile on his face,

"Then don't be."

A small smile made it's way to her rosy lips, though her eyes and brow still held the expression of conflict.

"It's hard sometimes though. Not to be. I'm not..." She searched for the words. "I'm not careless like you are." She said, her voice still quiet.

The water continued to pour down on her, dripping down her face and her body. She held her gaze at him though, unaffected by it.

“It's not hard,” He speaks out calmly, “It's the easiest thing in the world. You just have to think without thinking and then do without doing. You're not angry now. You're laughing when you know you should be angry. You have the capability.”
His voice grows quieter, like he’s holding back a secret, telling her something she shouldn’t know, “Use it.”

"The only reason I'm not fuming right now is because I'm so caught off guard by you." Jenevieve said, leaning in a bit closer to his face. She tilted her head slightly and blinked just once as the water dripped down her face.

"Can I tell you another secret?" She asked, her voice soft.

He hoods his eyes very slightly, the lavender orbs giving off a small flicker behind his skull.

"Yes." He speaks out in a whisper-like tone.