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Picking up a box, he walked over to me then knelt at my feet. I leaned over to see what was inside. He opened it and revealed bottles, scrubbers, combs, and brushes.

He pulled out a few bottles until he found the one he wanted. Holding it up, he sounded a questioning rumble.

“I think I should start with washing your mane; is this the one I should use?”

The label was in Talin glyphs, so I opened the top and tested it with a finger.

“It feels like shampoo,” I said.

Setting the bottle aside after he poured some in his hand, he stood up and began massaging it into my hair.

I moaned. Being in this cleansing unit, with hot water pouring down on me and Tolly working the suds through my hair and scalp felt beyond decadent.

If he'd done this the first day we'd met, on top of the amazing sex, I probably would’ve forgiven him for the kidnapping right away.

Yeah, I was exaggerating, but only a little.

He shielded my head with his body to keep the water off until he was happy with the suds in my hair. Stepping back, he let the water wash over my head. As water poured over me, he went back to massaging my scalp and hair to help wash out the soap. When that was done, he worked in the conditioner.

“I never want this to stop,” I whispered.

“We can do this again tomorrow," he said.

“Maybe not every day, but definitely often,” I said.

When the conditioner was applied, he knelt in front of me again. He pulled out another bottle, poured some on a cloth, then picked up one of my feet. I swear, he began washing me between my toes.

When he got to the sole of my foot, I giggled and pulled out of his grasp. He paused and sounded a questioning rumble.

“My feet are ticklish,” I explained.

“Ticklish,” he repeated, as if searching his memory. “Oh yes! An involuntary reaction to certain stimuli that causes laughter and physical movement."

“Exactly,” I said. “Maybe don't touch the bottom of my feet.”

He sounded a rumble of agreement then focused on the top of my foot and worked his way up to my thigh.

He washed every part of me, moving me around on the bench so I didn't have to stand except for a few brief times. I'd never felt so pampered in my life.

When he was finished and turned the water off, he dried me as best he could with my hair still dripping.

“I have to use the sonic cleaner," I murmured. “Or my hair will stay wet for a while.”

He sounded a rumble of agreement and lifted me up and carried me to the corner where the section was marked for sonic cleaning. It only took about a minute for it to cycle through, and my hair and the rest of us were perfectly dry.

Taking me back into our room, he laid me on the nest. I was sad that bath time was over, but then he went back into the cleansing room to retrieve the box. He pulled out a bottle of lotion and began lathering it all over my body.

“I'm going to become so spoiled,” I said with a happy sigh.

Tolly purred. “I hope so.”

After he was finished with that, he sat me up and combed out my hair. The sonic cleanser was great for a fast dry, but it tended to tangle hair. I was tense at first, ready to take the comb from him, but he never caused me pain. He was patient and gentle, carefully working out each knot without any harsh tugging.

“I'm impressed,” I said. “I'm not even that careful with my hair.”

He purred and sat down in front of me. “If I promise to do all of this to you again whenever you want, will you go to this meal? I know you don't want to, but if we don't, there could be consequences for all the crew.”

“I'm crew too,” I reminded him. “That means if I have to act like a dumb human for some annoying Talins, I'll do it.”