Gathering towels and setting them down on the bench, Dagmarr blushes slightly as she brings her arm up and guides Hel to take hold after disrobing. "Okay just walk with me. One step over the side of the tub into it." she says supporting the other woman as she gets into the water.
Hel reclines in the tub, letting out a sigh of relief as she feels the warm water around her.
Smiling, Dagmaar waits a while to let Hel simply enjoy the warmth on her body before handing her soap and a wash cloth, sitting on the side of the tub. "This must be quite the relief."
"It is," Hel says. "I hope I am not too dirty."
She scrubs her face and her body vigorously.
"Not that bad," Dagmarr says. "Frostine used magic to get the worst of the dirt off you when we found you."
"Ah," Hel remarks. She leans back in the tub and relaxes. "Could you get my back?"
"Of course." She says with a smile moving to sit at the edge of the tub behind Hel and beginning to soap the washcloth, a little heat rising in her cheeks. The cleric find herself feeling guilty that she was glad Hel couldn't see her face as she begins to wash the other woman's back.
"Thank you," Hel says softly.
"You're welcome Hel." Dagmaar says quietly. [b]"I'm just happy to see you doing so much better. How do feel?" she asks as she runs the washcloth over her shoulders.
"Much better," Hel replies. "I think I want to sit in here for a couple more minutes before getting out."
"I don't blame you." Dagmarr says with a smile. "Would you like me to leave?"
"Only if it bothers you to stay in here with me," Hel says, a small smile on her lips.
"Not at all." Dagmarr says smiling herself as she notices the first smile she could recall seeing on Hel's lips. Which made sense considering the circumstances.
"Tell me about yourself, Dagmarr," Hel requests as she continues to enjoy her bath.
"Well, I was practically raised on the battlefield where I come from. Both of my parents were members of the church, my mother was a Paladin actually, and she met my father, a cleric, while recovering from some particularly vicious injuries." Dagmarr says as she sits at the side of the tub.
"So you could say I grew up with both healing and battle in my blood and took to it pretty well."
"You sound like a strong woman, Dagmarr," Hel says, turning to face the sound of Dagmarr's voice. "Do I look strong?"
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"Yes, you do." Dargmarr replies, smiling. "You look like you're no stranger to physical activity, and you have a bearing that.....well it's very impressive. You're also rather beautiful.......in case you couldn't remember......" the cleric trails off, again happy that Hel couldn't see her blush.
"Despite what you've been through you survived, even the way you're dealing with being blind speaks to your strength. You are very much a strong woman."
Hel stands up in the tub, water dripping down her body. "Thank you. Now could you help me get dry?"
"Uh..of course." Dagmarr says a bit distracted. Grabbing up a towel she goes over to the tub, taking Hel's hand to help her step out before guiding her over to the bench
Hel sits down on the bench. "You seem a little...distracted. Are you alright, Dagmarr?"
"No, I'm fine really." Dagmarr responds Handing Hel the towel. "Feel better?"
"Yes, much," Hel says before drying her hair and face. "Could you get my back?"
"Of course." Dagmarr says moving behind Hel and gently drying off her back, starting at her shoulders and working her way down and along the sides of her body. "Do you need help with your legs as well when I'm finished?"
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"Yes, please," Hel answers, a smile forming on her lips again.
As she finishes drying Hel's back, Dagmarr walks around to face her kneeling in front of her and taking one of her feet in her hands, stretching her leg forward as she begins to dry her off, the towel gliding over her flawless skin. Glancing up, she notices the smile on Hel’s lips, wondering what she must be thinking at the moment.
Hel reaches down and caresses Dagmarr's arm. "Is my skin soft?"
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"Very." Dagmarr says breathlessly, her hand trembling slightly as she works her way over Hel's knee.
"How about here?" Hel asks, taking the towel from Dagmarr and placing her hand on her inner thigh.
"Y..yes...extremely soft.....perfect." the cleric whispers, mesmerized by the dazzling nude woman before her.
She could feel her pulse racing as desires long sublimated in her focus on others flare to life.
"Help me stand," Hel requests.
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Nodding silently Dagmarr stands, taking Hel's hands and drawing her up into a standing position, acutely aware of their closeness, of Hel's flawless alabaster skin. She was sure she could hear her own heart pounding in her ears.
Hel reaches out to caress Dagmarr's face. "Strong, yet gentle. That's what you feel like."
Dagmarr's hands fall to Hel's waist without even thinking as she closes her eyes for a second, her head leaning into the caress slightly. "I suppose that makes sense, I take care of people, it's what I do." she says softly marveling at the woman before her.
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Hel leans forward, her lips brushing against Dagmarr's neck. "I wish I could see you, all I can do is smell, touch, hear and...taste you. Those sense tell a bit about you...not enough."
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Dagmarr lets out a soft sigh as previously ignored needs arise within her. "If I have anything to say about it, you’ll see again. And you’ll see as much of me as you want.”
Her hands begin to roam Hel’s smooth skin. ”You can know absolutely anything about me you wish Hel.”
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"Why don't we take this somewhere...more comfortable?" Hel asks, savoring Dagmarr's touch.
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"Yes, I think we'd both like that," Dagmarr says retrieving the towel from where it lay on the bench and wrapping it around Hel, impulsively kissing her neck as she does. With a little shiver that has nothing to do with being cold, she takes her hand and leads her out of the bathroom towards the bedroom, butterflies dancing in her stomach.
"Guide me to the bed," Hel says, removing the towel and casting it aside.
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Her breath catching for a moment as her eyes once again roam Hel's body, Dagmaar closes the door behind them as she guides Hel to the bed, a smile creeping across her lips.
Hel reclines on the bed. "That's better."
Biting her lip nervously Dagmarr, slips her shift off over her head, hoping she hadn't misinterpreted while studying Hel's face for her reaction.....at least, when she could manage to take her eyes off her body.
Hel reaches a hand out toward Dagmarr.
An exhilarating mixture of relief and excitement washes over the warrior priestess as she intertwines her fingers with Hel's, climbing onto the bed and laying beside her, her fingertips gliding over Hel's skin, her touch hesitant at first.