loove thinking abt nonsexual intimacy with an f/o like taking bubble baths with them. their fingers running through your hair, massaging your scalp so gently with shampoo— it feels so good you’re tempted to make excuses of staying a little longer, feeling their relaxed presence so close to you as well. laying in bed with them with little clothing/none at all and admiring each other’s body, hands brushing over every scar, bruise, birthmark or stretch mark with absolutely no judgement whatsoever. mumurs shared of stories of those said old scars, whether they’re visible or not. helping each other dress up or get out of clothing after a long day, buttoning up or unbuttoning clothes, giggling while doing a small fashion show with them and helping them pick things out of their wardrobe
… honestly i say all of this but imagining them only in a tanktop or shirtless is enough to kill me already i think