[ Lestat keeps his hands on Louis' wrists as an anchor point as he moves backward to guide him, and has every intention of staying there resolute to keep him upright, right up until he looks properly at Louis' face. If he'd been worried about being mesmerised by looking at Louis before, it's nothing compared to how he looks as the hot water pours over his body, seeming to melt away a layer of tension he usually keeps so steadfastly around himself, warming his skin from the cold night air and the chill of the rain, making it almost flushed from the contact of heat. The droplets flood his already slick hair and trickle down over his shoulders to make his pale skin shine as though polished; Lestat watches their progress with eyes, cat-like, somehow wondering how he'd never considered what a wonderful sight water on skin could be.
The last time he'd seen Louis in the rain hadn't been nearly so captivating, and yet it still makes him smile to think about it; the blazing emotion in Louis' eyes, the feeling in Lestat's heart that this might continue on and on in an endless spiralling circle of bursting apart and coming together like the waxing and waning of the moon... He feels the same way now, that this could be something he holds close to himself forever, that there's every opportunity for them to never part and for this intimacy to always be theirs. He only hopes that this time he's learned enough to keep it. ]
Yours too.
[ He laughs, his smile wider than his amusement would warrant, full of the warmth that seems to be radiating from Louis. Lestat releases his wrists only to slide his hands up his arms, feeling the smoothness of his skin, the angle of the bone at his elbow, the stretch over his biceps, his slender shoulders. There is no blood here, nothing to clean away, and yet Lestat is helpless to deny himself the opportunity to touch. ]
You still feel cold, but you're warming through. I can see it spreading across your skin. Do you feel it?
[ His fingers move to his collar bones, to the hollow of his throat and up his neck to his jaw. His fingernails press slightly once they reach the nape of his neck, tearing patiently and softly up through his hair, hands splayed wide and fingers massaging lightly over his scalp under the pretence of 'washing' his hair despite the fact that vampires have no need for such rituals and that Louis' hair is only wet from the rain and not remotely dirty. In reality, he just wants to know the feeling of doing something so attentive for him, so he basks for longer than is needed in the feeling of the strands curling around and clinging to his fingers under the warmth of the water. ]
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The last time he'd seen Louis in the rain hadn't been nearly so captivating, and yet it still makes him smile to think about it; the blazing emotion in Louis' eyes, the feeling in Lestat's heart that this might continue on and on in an endless spiralling circle of bursting apart and coming together like the waxing and waning of the moon... He feels the same way now, that this could be something he holds close to himself forever, that there's every opportunity for them to never part and for this intimacy to always be theirs. He only hopes that this time he's learned enough to keep it. ]
Yours too.
[ He laughs, his smile wider than his amusement would warrant, full of the warmth that seems to be radiating from Louis. Lestat releases his wrists only to slide his hands up his arms, feeling the smoothness of his skin, the angle of the bone at his elbow, the stretch over his biceps, his slender shoulders. There is no blood here, nothing to clean away, and yet Lestat is helpless to deny himself the opportunity to touch. ]
You still feel cold, but you're warming through. I can see it spreading across your skin. Do you feel it?
[ His fingers move to his collar bones, to the hollow of his throat and up his neck to his jaw. His fingernails press slightly once they reach the nape of his neck, tearing patiently and softly up through his hair, hands splayed wide and fingers massaging lightly over his scalp under the pretence of 'washing' his hair despite the fact that vampires have no need for such rituals and that Louis' hair is only wet from the rain and not remotely dirty. In reality, he just wants to know the feeling of doing something so attentive for him, so he basks for longer than is needed in the feeling of the strands curling around and clinging to his fingers under the warmth of the water. ]