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I've always admired the kind of love where couple could simply care for one another. Not in the most hasteful sense of the word, but that deep rich kind where they could lay in bed together and feel love without it getting heated. Or in this case, just plain old bath together... Anyway, when I get too many fangirl feels for a certain band these two help to ease them. Introducing Zander and Krysten.

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Zander's slowly made his way down the familiar hallway as the moon rose to it's highest point in the sky. He lazily approached room 1152 and easily slipped key into the lock. The light from the hallway sliced into the wall of darkness engulfing the entire apartment.
Zander walked in tired and defeated by the fact that Krysten wasn't there to greet him the moment he got back. But she did have classes all day and it was very late in the night, more times than not, when he returned from the airport. After setting down his keys and suitcase he flipped on the lights in the entry way and kitchen Zander stood in the kitchen struggling to get his leather jacket off when he heard a quiet call come from his bedroom.
"Krysten?" He asked crossing to the living room.
"Zander?"
She was upset and weak, immediately Zander rushed down the narrow hallway and flung open the door to him room. When his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness he could see Krysten lying under the covers, curled up, with her back to him. Zander slowly approached the bed and climbed under the covers so he could cuddle up next to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his chest; her head nested under his chin.
\"I missed you.\" she sniffled.
\"What\'s happened to you?\" his Irish accent a striking contrast to her American one.
She pushed away and rolled over to face him. He took in her silhouetted face for the first time since he left three months ago. It wasn\'t the same, though. Tonight she had the same pink puffy eyes, but pain occupied her pupils instead of sadness. Her nose and cheeks where blotted pink to match.
\"You\'ve been on the internet again...\" Zander stated as he pushed a stray strand of blond-caramel hair back from her face.
Krysten nodded in response and closed her eyes. A fresh wave of tears leaving trails on her cheeks.
\"C\'mon.\" Zander groaned as he got up from the bed.
Krysten\'s eyes slowly opened, \"What?\"
\"We\'re gonna get you washed up.\" Zander smiled gently and extended his hand for her to take.
Krysten reluctantly sat up, sliding her legs to the edge of the bed, and took his hand. For a moment, Zander watched as she sat in silence. Then she heaved one heavy sigh and stood on weak knees. He pulled her closed to him so she could be steady as the both made their way to the bathroom.

\"I don\'t understand- why can\'t they-\" Zander stuttered as he scrubbed shampoo into Krysten\'s curly hair.
\"Zander, there\'s nothing you or I can do about it.\" Krysten mumbled as she watched bubbles escaping on a river down the drain.
It had been a rough day full of exams only to have been made worse by fan hat on Twitter, but after some coaxing and gentleness from Zander, Krysten agreed to him helping her shower and telling what had happened. As usual he was outraged that his fans could be so nasty. Now that she was feeling better from steam and warm water it was her turn to calm him down. Which was fine, because in her book it kept her distracted and he was always the cutest when he tried to protect her.
Krysten looked up from the tiled floor and smiled weakily at Zander. His face was etched deep by knitted eyebrows and frowning lips.
\"If you shampoo my head anymore all of my hair\'s gonna fall out.\" She handed him the conditioner, \"Just do the conditioner and then we can both go to bed.\"
As if to savor the first few happy moments they had since the end of his tour, Zander took his time washing Krysten\'s hair. After drying off, they both dressed in pajamas and climbed into bed. Within minutes, slow, deep breaths echoed through the apartment.

Description
I've always admired the kind of love where couple could simply care for one another. Not in the most hasteful sense of the word, but that deep rich kind where they could lay in bed together and feel love without it getting heated. Or in this case, just plain old bath together... Anyway, when I get too many fangirl feels for a certain band these two help to ease them. Introducing Zander and Krysten.

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Zander's slowly made his way down the familiar hallway as the moon rose to it's highest point in the sky. He lazily approached room 1152 and easily slipped key into the lock. The light from the hallway sliced into the wall of darkness engulfing the entire apartment.
Zander walked in tired and defeated by the fact that Krysten wasn't there to greet him the moment he got back. But she did have classes all day and it was very late in the night, more times than not, when he returned from the airport. After setting down his keys and suitcase he flipped on the lights in the entry way and kitchen Zander stood in the kitchen struggling to get his leather jacket off when he heard a quiet call come from his bedroom.
"Krysten?" He asked crossing to the living room.
"Zander?"
She was upset and weak, immediately Zander rushed down the narrow hallway and flung open the door to him room. When his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness he could see Krysten lying under the covers, curled up, with her back to him. Zander slowly approached the bed and climbed under the covers so he could cuddle up next to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his chest; her head nested under his chin.
\"I missed you.\" she sniffled.
\"What\'s happened to you?\" his Irish accent a striking contrast to her American one.
She pushed away and rolled over to face him. He took in her silhouetted face for the first time since he left three months ago. It wasn\'t the same, though. Tonight she had the same pink puffy eyes, but pain occupied her pupils instead of sadness. Her nose and cheeks where blotted pink to match.
\"You\'ve been on the internet again...\" Zander stated as he pushed a stray strand of blond-caramel hair back from her face.
Krysten nodded in response and closed her eyes. A fresh wave of tears leaving trails on her cheeks.
\"C\'mon.\" Zander groaned as he got up from the bed.
Krysten\'s eyes slowly opened, \"What?\"
\"We\'re gonna get you washed up.\" Zander smiled gently and extended his hand for her to take.
Krysten reluctantly sat up, sliding her legs to the edge of the bed, and took his hand. For a moment, Zander watched as she sat in silence. Then she heaved one heavy sigh and stood on weak knees. He pulled her closed to him so she could be steady as the both made their way to the bathroom.

\"I don\'t understand- why can\'t they-\" Zander stuttered as he scrubbed shampoo into Krysten\'s curly hair.
\"Zander, there\'s nothing you or I can do about it.\" Krysten mumbled as she watched bubbles escaping on a river down the drain.
It had been a rough day full of exams only to have been made worse by fan hat on Twitter, but after some coaxing and gentleness from Zander, Krysten agreed to him helping her shower and telling what had happened. As usual he was outraged that his fans could be so nasty. Now that she was feeling better from steam and warm water it was her turn to calm him down. Which was fine, because in her book it kept her distracted and he was always the cutest when he tried to protect her.
Krysten looked up from the tiled floor and smiled weakily at Zander. His face was etched deep by knitted eyebrows and frowning lips.
\"If you shampoo my head anymore all of my hair\'s gonna fall out.\" She handed him the conditioner, \"Just do the conditioner and then we can both go to bed.\"
As if to savor the first few happy moments they had since the end of his tour, Zander took his time washing Krysten\'s hair. After drying off, they both dressed in pajamas and climbed into bed. Within minutes, slow, deep breaths echoed through the apartment.