"So, tell me about this 'intense' side of yours," Oliver prompted curiously, his chin resting on top of her head. "What exactly should I expect to see when you decide to show me this intense side of you?" Harper considers the question for a moment. "Well, mostly I get intense over my work and organising the space around me. I don't know how that will apply to a relationship. Guess we will both be surprised." She shares hesitantly. Oliver lets out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through her back where she is pressed against him. His hands began to move slowly over her skin beneath the water, tracing lazy patterns along her sides. "Organizing space around you?" he repeated with amusement. "I can only imagine how that helps with your work, you sure have organised my office properly." His lips brush against the sensitive skin on her neck, sending shivers through her despite the warm water. "But I am more interested in the personal side of that intensity. How do you get intense when it comes to me?" One of his hands slid lower under the water, finding her thigh and beginning to stroke it gently. The other hand remained wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her anchored against him. "I have a feeling your 'organization' skills might involve taking control in bed," he murmured against her ear.
"Maybe," Harper turns to look at him. "Would you like that?" she asks softly. Oliver's icy blue eyes darkened immediately at her question, the playful teasing fading into something more serious and hungrier. His hands stilled their movement underwater, focusing entirely on her face as he searched her expression. "Yes," he answered without hesitation, his voice dropping to a low, intense register. "More than anything." He shifted closer in the water, closing the small gap between their bodies. One hand came up to cup her jaw gently while the other continued its slow journey along her thigh under the surface. "The thought of you taking change– of being the one who tells me what to do– makes me harder than any caveman fantasy ever could," Oliver admitted openly. "I want to see that confidence in your eyes when you are looking at me. When you are telling me exactly how you want me." His thumb traced along her lower lip as he studies her reaction closely. The steam from the bathwater was making tiny droplets form on both of their faces and shoulders.
"Really?" Harper asks with a playful smile. She reaches into the recess wall niche built into the tiles above the bathtub and take out a light blue shower puff and a bottle of shower gel. "How about I take charge right now?" she asks, while pouring some shower gel on the light blue shower puff. Oliver's breath hitches as he watches her take charge, his icy blue eyes tracking the movement of her hands as she retrieved the light blue shower puff and the shower gel. The sight of her taking initiative sent a jolt of pure excitement through him, making his semi-hard cock twitch beneath the water. "Fuck yes," he breathed out, his voice thick with anticipation. "Show me what you have got, beautiful." He leaned back against the edge of the tub, making himself comfortable and giving her full access to his body. His arms rested along the sides of the tub, hands open in a clear gesture of surrender. "Your caveman is all yours," he said with a smirk that was equal parts challenging and eager. "Do whatever you want with me." The steam in the bathroom seemed to thicken around them, creating an intimate cocoon where only their breaths and the sound of water lapping against porcelain filled the air.
Harper shifted her body, so she was facing him fully, then she started gently moving the light blue shower puff over his chest. The soap became foamier and spread over his chest. Oliver's icy blue eyes fluttered closed as the soft, soapy light blue shower puff glided over his chest, the gentle friction sending pleasant shivers across his skin. He leaned his head back against the tub's edge, letting out a low groan of contentment. "God, that feels incredible," he murmured, his voice already growing husky. "Your hands are even better than I imagined." His own hands remained at his sides, but his fingers flexed slightly against the porcelain as he fought to urge to reach for her. The warm water combined with the sensation of her careful attention was making his body respond in predictable ways. "Keep going," he encouraged softly, opening his icy blue eyes to watch her movements. His chest rose and fell more rapidly as the light blue shower puff continued its path down toward his stomach. The sight of her focused intently on caring for him was almost as intoxicating as the physical touch itself.
Harper noticed the way his body was responding. After washing his stomach, instead of moving down further, she moved the soapy light blue shower puff upward to wash his shoulders. Oliver's head tilted to the side, giving her better access to his shoulders. The warm water streamed down his back as the light blue shower puff worked the soap into a rich lather across his broad shoulders and the nape of his neck. "Mm, right there. You have no idea how tense I get from sitting in meeting all day. This is exactly what I need," he murmured, his voice taking on a deeper, more relaced tone. His icy blue eyes remained closed, savouring the feeling of her hands working patiently over the tense muscles in his upper back. The steam from the bath enveloped them both, creating an intimate haze that made the rest of the world seem to fade away. "Most people just rush through this stuff," he commented softly. "But you are taking your time, really making sure every part is clean." His lips curved into a small smile. "I could get used to this kind of attention," he said happily. "My intense focus at work," Harper said softly. She started washing his arms, slowly moving the soapy light blue shower puff over his upper arm.