Louis' hands so gentle in Lestat's hair, working sweet smelling shampoo into his scalp. He takes such care, detangling and rinsing, until the gold he remembers shines through again. Spends more time than he needs to, rinsing suds, drawing fingers slowly through soaked hair. Working conditioner down to the very ends of Lestat's hair, taking care that it is all rinsed away after.
A luxury, to be able to touch him.
When he is content with Lestat's hair, clean once more, Louis sweeps it all to one side and uses the bar of soap on Lestat's shoulders, his back. Meditative, sweeping suds across his skin. Seeing the muscles jump beneath the graze of fingers.
"Have you been here the whole time?"
At least since 1973, Louis thinks. It is a long time, even if it were only since then.
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Louis' hands so gentle in Lestat's hair, working sweet smelling shampoo into his scalp. He takes such care, detangling and rinsing, until the gold he remembers shines through again. Spends more time than he needs to, rinsing suds, drawing fingers slowly through soaked hair. Working conditioner down to the very ends of Lestat's hair, taking care that it is all rinsed away after.
A luxury, to be able to touch him.
When he is content with Lestat's hair, clean once more, Louis sweeps it all to one side and uses the bar of soap on Lestat's shoulders, his back. Meditative, sweeping suds across his skin. Seeing the muscles jump beneath the graze of fingers.
"Have you been here the whole time?"
At least since 1973, Louis thinks. It is a long time, even if it were only since then.