A warm smile danced across the warlock's features as Henry proclaimed that this additional luxurious purchase for their trip home was something he did purely out of desire - a desire to enjoy those rare romantic moments with Sterling himself. He reached up gingerly as he sunk further into Henry's chest, his fingers tracing the man's cheek. "I look forward to it." Sterling muttered softly as he leaned upwards to press his lips against Henry's cheek. Slowly, the man eased back into the warmth of the bath, a soft sigh of contentment on his lips. He could hardly deny that this was altogether relaxing. He was exhausted from that long flight in such cramped seats and, almost as if on cue, he could hear that yawn on Henry's lips. It was time to go to bed, he was sure. It was only then a realization dawned upon him - the simple fact that tonight, Henry and him would be sleeping together. Here there was but one bedroom and within it, but one bed. Certainly he remembered well the nights they used to share within that bed and yet, it felt so long ago that he found himself almost looking forward to that entirely innocent gesture.
His thoughts, however, were interrupted only by his boyfriend's voice, causing him to glance up at Henry's mention of the sunset and sunrise. That simper only widened on his features as the man nodded. "I can't wait to see it." He muttered softly before, slowly, rising to stand. "Come on Henry, I know you're exhausted and I am too." He held out his hand to the man, dragging him regrettably from that bath before handing his lover a towel. For several moments, Sterling concerned himself only with getting them in bed - ensuring they were both dried off, clothed, the tub emptied and candles blown out before he stepped back into the bedroom. The boy made his way to his designated side of the bed, nestling into the sheets with a soft sound of contentment upon his lips. It was only when Henry joined him in those sheets that he found himself truly comfortable. He scooted across the bed so his back was flush against his lover's own, entirely desiring that closeness of cuddles before his tiredness from the day hit him with such full force, dragging the warlock into sleep but moments later.
STERLING TENEMBRAGE