[ That's better. Rafa sits beneath them, smiling up at a happier face. He reaches up, cupping the slope of their jaw and running his thumb across it. Light stubble. So light, it almost can't be felt in this warm environment. He feels it anyway, and tilts his head up into soft kisses that don't feel like goodbye.

His arms loop around their waist. He pulls them closer, and arches his back a little so that he can generate pleasant friction between their hips. One hand reaches, feeling along the side of the bath until he finds the bar of soap. He brings it along Janus' back, creating suds that he can get his fingers into and massage in a slippery trail along their spine. ]

Mice, indeed. I did not come around enough. I would have frightened them away.

[ He leans forward, grazing Janus' lower lip with his fang. His slippery hands sink lower, fingers pressing into their cheeks now. ]

This is a good position. Do you like it? Does the tub hurt your knees?