Name dropping

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Looking up, slightly distracted, Val was caught off guard by
her voice, then taken aback by the sight of her. If possible, she looked even
smaller, vulnerable – hugged by the towel, her hair wet and skin damp and rosy
from the time spent in the water. She seemed…well, nothing like the girl
Valentine had boxed her in. She was a Montague, a file on his desk. A name and a
picture and something to exploit. Use against her family if he could. Valentine
had no shame about his methods. He kept those damn kids off the cells and juvie
when he could. Sometimes at the expense of the Watch.

But now, looking at Charlotte the very living and breathing
person – it was hard to go back.

“No,” He answered before thinking better of it. Eyes going
to the tub she was holding. The aftercare crème. Taking it off her hands,
Valentine looked at the label, nodding pleased with it.  Reaching for her, Val’s fingers landed
slightly over the girl’s waist to turn her around. “Just tug this away,”
Meaning the towel, Valentine spread some of the thick cream on his palm, his
eyes going after the skin that was bared to stop at the red splotches of color that
stood stark against Charlotte’s rear. The sight of them shouldn’t have pleased
him this much. Gentle as he could, Val worked the salve on her, minding the
places that were bruised too badly. She’d feel it. For a few days at least, the
Commander thought, letting out a small hum.

Lottie gave a small nod as he took the cream, her stomach flipping as he turned her effortlessly.  Biting her lip at the request she held her breath as she moved the towel aside and his fingers rubbed over her abused skin.  The cold, thick lotion soothed the worst of the pain but she knew she would feel the marks for the next few days and that thought gave her a lot of pleasure.

Dropping one side and lifting the other she stood still as he covered her ass in the cream, trying not to think beyond that moment, beyond those touches.  “Thank you,” she said softly as he finished.  It was a strange feeling, she should be desperate to have him out of her house but at the same time she would very happily have curled up on his lap and just relaxed for a while.  Instead she pulled her towel a little tighter, “I should get dressed now.”