⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “Akito,” Hatori sighed, cradling the tiny God close to his chest as he made his way to the bath with her in his arms. One of the maids had called in sick for the day; knowing this would displease the God, Hatori quickly decided to take her place: today, of course, would be the day she needed to be bathed, and it had to be an early morning affair as Akito had a business meeting later on during brunch.
Quietly, Hatori peeled the bed covers back and scooped her up. Akito struggled for a few moments, soft whimpers escaping her before she could sense that it was him. Perhaps it was his smell that she could detect; the dragon himself was positive that she hadn’t even opened her eyes, yet somehow, she was now keening his name as her lithe arms wrapped around his neck.
Sitting on the edge of the bath, he used one hand to reach over and turn the faucet, beginning to run a bath of lukewarm water for her. He tested the temperature a few times, ensuring it to not irritate her sensitive skin. His other arm was firmly wrapped around her, keeping her close as he ran his fingers under the water. “Akito, it’s ready. We need to undress you…”
The words trailed off, going quiet as she sleepily began peppering gentle kisses along his jawline and throat, a clear display of affection. The dragon stilled, his back going a bit stiff as he waited for her to finish. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy such affections- on the contrary, he very much reveled in times like this; however… They had a strict schedule to keep to today, and Hatori was nowhere near as skilled at bathing her as the maids were.
He didn’t want to waste any time.
“Akito,” Hatori breathed, long, deft fingers ghosting over her shoulders and down her back. “We have to get you ready. Wake up for me. Your bath is ready.”
A Grumpy Little Dragon 