Death Guns In Another World

The warm glow of the candles flickered against the polished stone walls of the luxurious bathroom. The scent of lavender and jasmine filled the air, blending with the soft steam that curled from the massive, crystal-clear tub filled with warm, inviting water.

Alex stood behind Incursio, his hands resting gently on her bare shoulders as they both gazed into the shimmering pool. The bathroom was grand, with elegant marble floors and enchanted silver fixtures that allowed the water's temperature to remain perfect. It was a private paradise, hidden away from the world, just for the two of them.

Incursio, clad only in her delicate towel, looked back at him with a small smile. Her icy white hair cascaded down her back, damp at the tips from the steam. Her crimson eyes gleamed with an emotion softer than usual—a quiet vulnerability that she only showed to Alex.

Alex chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss against her temple. "Shall we?"

She nodded, and together they stepped into the tub, the warm water enveloping them in a comforting embrace. The moment Incursio lowered herself into the water, a sigh of pure bliss escaped her lips.

Alex slid in beside her, stretching his arms along the edge of the tub before pulling her closer. "Feels nice, doesn't it?"

Incursio hummed in agreement, leaning her back against his chest. "It does… I could stay here forever."

For a while, they simply enjoyed the silence. The only sounds were the occasional ripples in the water and the soft, rhythmic breathing they shared. The flickering candlelight reflected in the water, casting dancing shadows on their skin.

After a few peaceful minutes, Alex reached forward, his fingers threading into her long, white hair. "Let me wash your hair," he murmured against her ear.

Incursio's lips curled into a small smile as she nodded, closing her eyes. "Alright."

Alex carefully scooped water into his hands and let it cascade down her hair, wetting the silky strands fully before reaching for a bottle of scented shampoo. He worked the fragrant liquid into her hair, massaging her scalp with gentle, skilled fingers. His touch was slow, deliberate—filled with care.

A pleased hum left her lips, her body relaxing even further. "Mmm… that feels nice."

He chuckled, his voice low and affectionate.

"You work so hard all the time. You deserve this."

With a careful touch, he rinsed her hair, making sure to remove all traces of soap. Then, he ran his fingers through the now-smooth strands, admiring how the water made them glisten like silver silk.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled her closer, nuzzling against her neck. "All done."

Incursio turned to face him, a playful glint in her eyes. "Your turn now."

Before Alex could protest, she scooped some water and poured it over his head, making his dark hair slick against his forehead. She giggled at his surprised expression before lathering her hands with shampoo and running them through his thick locks.

Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles against his scalp, her touch featherlight yet firm. Alex let out an involuntary groan of appreciation, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the feeling.

"That good, huh?" Incursio teased, her lips quirking into a mischievous smirk.

Alex opened one eye, smirking back. "You're surprisingly good at this."

"I pay attention." She chuckled before rinsing out his hair, making sure no soap remained.

Once finished, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "There. All clean."

Alex caught her wrist before she could move away, pulling her flush against him. Water splashed around them as their bodies pressed together.

"You missed a spot," he murmured against her lips.

Incursio arched a delicate brow. "Oh? Where?"

He smirked before capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. Incursio melted into him instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck as their lips moved in perfect harmony.

The bath was long forgotten as the kiss deepened, their bodies sinking against each other. The water lapped at their skin, the flickering candlelight casting them in a golden glow.

When they finally broke apart, Incursio gazed at him, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink.

"You're impossible!"

Alex chuckled, resting his forehead against hers. "And you love it."

She rolled her eyes playfully before shifting in the water. "Come on, we've been in here long enough. Let's dry off before we turn into prunes."

With reluctance, Alex agreed. He helped her out of the tub, wrapping a warm towel around her before securing one around himself.

As they stood together, drying each other off, Alex couldn't help but admire how effortlessly beautiful she looked— her white hair damp, her skin glowing from the warmth, her crimson eyes softer than usual.

Incursio noticed his lingering gaze and smirked. "What?"

Alex simply smiled and pressed another lingering kiss against her lips. "Nothing.

Just enjoying the moment."

She leaned into him, resting her forehead against his chest. "Me too."

~Back to their room.

The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the room, casting warm shadows on the walls. The air was filled with the faint scent of lavender from the bath they had shared earlier, mingling with the lingering aroma of their dinner. Alex and Incursio lay side by side on the bed, their bodies still humming with the quiet joy of their evening together. The date had been perfect—laughter, shared stories, and the kind of connection that made the world outside feel distant and unimportant.

Alex turned to Incursio, their eyes meeting in a gaze that spoke volumes. Without a word, they reached out, their fingers brushing lightly against Incursio's cheek. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if they were memorizing the feel of their skin. Incursio leaned into the caress, their breath catching slightly as Alex's hand trailed down to their neck, then to their shoulder.

The kiss began slowly, a soft press of lips that quickly deepened as the tension between them grew. Alex's hands roamed over Incursio's body, exploring every curve and dip with a tenderness that made Incursio shiver. Their fingers traced the line of Incursio's spine, eliciting a quiet sigh that was lost in the heat of their kiss.

Incursio's hands found their way to Alex's hair, tangling in the soft strands as they pulled them closer. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of them, the sound of their breathing and the rustle of sheets the only things that mattered. Alex's lips moved to Incursio's neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made Incursio arch into them, their body responding eagerly to every touch.

The pace was unhurried, each moment drawn out as if they had all the time in the world. Alex's hands slid down to Incursio's waist, pulling them closer until there was no space left between them. Incursio's fingers traced patterns on Alex's back, their touch light but insistent, as if they were trying to convey everything they couldn't put into words.

As the night stretched on, their connection deepened, each touch and kiss a testament to the love and trust they shared. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in the beauty of the moment.