Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 12

The night had only gotten weirder, and weirder the longer it went on. Zoey now sat a little uncomfortably next to the tub, scrubbing each and every part of the huntress's filthy, but rather well-maintained clothes. Having earlier forced the huntress to at least put on the sweater. Now the infected female just sat there a little away from Zoey, watching her in awe as her clothes were getting washed.

Zoey had to admit that it was uncomfortable, but it felt good somehow. Instead of killing infected, she was currently cleaning one's clothes. That being something she'd much rather do.
Scrub after scrub with her bare hands led to the clothes getting fairly clean rather quickly. Having decided to take it all in one go instead of empty the tub at every piece of clothing she put in.

After nearly thirty minutes of scrubbing, and having a curious gaze at the back of her head she was done. Unplugging the tub to let the water drain.
She pulled up the clothes, squeezed some water of them and hung them over the nearby laundry rack for them to dry. At this point, she saw that the huntress had gotten up and tried to take a piece of the clothing, but was denied that when Zoey's hand shot out at a faster rate, fingers wrapping tightly around her wrist.

Now, all Zoey could do was turn around and smirk towards the huntress, speaking out in a hushed, almost threatening tone.
"Your turn." She said quietly. Zoey would never forget the response either, the widely opened ruby orbs of the huntress and the cat-like defiance of trying to run away. Zoey wasn't having it. She knew the huntress was a lot stronger, but even so she managed to force the hooded sweater right off her before dragging the flailing huntress to the tub.

Zoey started up the water and simply held on to the huntress, not allowing her to go as she watched how she continued to flail, like a little child that didn't want to bathe. It took nearly two minutes for her to finally calm down and turn towards Zoey, seemingly finding a little comfort in her as she knew she was going in the water whether she liked it or not.

Feeling a little proud over the huntress, Zoey reached up and planted a kiss right on her forehead, finding it a bit weird that she herself was taking this so well, and assumed she could be near the naked body of another without too many problems because of Angel.
Plucking the huntress into her strong arms she'd gently lay her into the empty tub and start up the water once more. Watching the cute little pout on her face as the water slowly rose up along her body. Stopping the flow when it reached the huntress's shoulders.

At this point, Zoey's mind suddenly began wandering. Thinking back on things that had happened, before the infection, her family, friends, everything really... She slowly planted her head on the cold edge of the tub. Staying completely still, she wanted the thoughts to go away, to stop haunting her like they did almost every night. What brought her back was something warm and strangely soft gently pressing to the back of her head, when looking up the huntress had gotten up close to her, gently brushing Zoey's hair with her rather normal-looking hand.
All of a sudden it all just burst out of the young teen, feelings she should have already felt filled her and she flung herself into the huntress's waiting arms, holding herself over the edge of the tub as she clung to her like a child would to it's mother, muffling her sobbing against the huntress's warm bosom.