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[isdisarming]

Gathering her dress, her bag, coat and necklace she moved upstairs (without a piggy back ride) and deposited her gifts in their bedroom. Stripping down naked, she put on the necklace that he bought her, just the diamonds against he pale skin, now golden and brown under the soft candle light everywhere

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[childhood_vader]

Candlelight has a way of making everything visually dramatic. The light itself is like a living thing, the way it moves through out the room. Everything is saturated by warm amber tones, except the shadows, which somehow seem darker than they would otherwise.

The scars he's collected over his abnormally long life are highlighted by the light, along with the muscle he's gradually losing to age. Getting old is a bitter pill for a proud man to swallow and though he's able to put it from his mind most of the time, it's at the forefront of his thoughts every time he undresses.

Justin lowers himself carefully into the running water. His eyes close and he takes a moment just to breathe. Trying to clear his mind of the noise.

[isdisarming]

Folding up his clothes she tosses each article into either a dry cleaning basket or wash. Dry cleaning goes with her, the wash goes downstairs and is somehow magically washed and folded by someone other then her. Secretly Jane thinks its one of the best things about living with Justin, not having to do laundry.

Stepping into the bathroom and leaning against the doorway she watches him sink into the soapy water with a smile. The proud man might view his body with some disdain over the ravages of time but Jane can't keep her eyes off of him. He's handsome and interesting and for the moment, all hers.

Her own hand moves over her stomach and she wonders idly as she moves toward the bath how he would view her the older she gets. Stepping into the water she slowly sinks to sitting before picking up the wash cloth and moving it over his leg gently.

[childhood_vader]

He knows she's close by.

He can hear the soles of her feet hitting the tiled floor. He can feel the water shifting around him while she joins him in the tub. And yet ...

And yet he's still surprised when he feels the wash cloth on his legs. It brings his mind back to the here and now. Makes his eyes snap open.

He glances at her as if he's studying her and after a moment he breaks the silence. "You're quiet tonight."

[isdisarming]

"I am," she agrees, watching the bubbles and moving the cloth over his thigh under the water as she moves closer to him. "I guess I just don't have much to say. Plus, the silence is nice." She's not angry or sad, just, is, and maybe it's the time of the year or the prominence of the candles but silence seems appropriate.

Lifting her hand she slowly begins to wash off his chest with slow, easy motions of the wash cloth.