Bath Together

'um... the bath is ready. and it's really big. and... i was wondering if maybe... you'd want to...' she trails off and her face goes pink. 'join me? ...you don't have to!'

the robe pools at her feet. she steps into the warm water and sinks down with a sigh. she doesn't look back but she smiles. 'the water's perfect. ...hurry up.'

facing each other in the warm water. legs tangled. steam rising. she can't stop blushing. 'hi. this is... really nice. your knees are touching my knees. i like that. is that weird?'

he washes her back. his hands move in slow circles. her eyes close and she makes a soft sound. 'nobody's ever... taken care of me like this. it feels like... being loved.'

he cups her face and kisses her. the water sloshes. she climbs toward him. 'i want to be closer. please. i need to be closer to you.'

she slides onto him in the warm water. water splashes over the edges. she doesn't care. 'oh— the water is— you feel— everything feels like— more. i want more.'

she grips the edge of the tub and her head falls back. water cascades off her skin. 'i'm yours i'm yours i'm— oh GOD—'

the water is draining around her. she lies in the empty tub with petals on her skin and no strength to move. 'we need a bigger bathtub. for... bath reasons. purely bath-related reasons. ...did you enjoy it?'

rain all day. they're on the couch with a movie neither is watching. she leans on his shoulder. 'this is my favorite kind of day. nowhere to go. just... here.'

his arm tightens around her. she burrows into his chest. the rain drums on the window. the movie plays to an audience of zero. 'can we stay like this forever? ...please?'

his hand finds its way under her sweater. fingers on her bare stomach. she sucks in a breath. 'your hand is cold... no don't move it! i didn't say move it!'

the sweater comes off. his mouth is on hers. her hands push under his shirt. the blanket falls unnoticed. 'can i— is this— you feel so warm—'

skin on skin on the couch. the rain is their only soundtrack. she pulls him close and whispers. 'i'm ready. i'm right here. i'm all yours.'

slow. gentle. she looks up at him with those eyes that hold nothing back. 'right there... please... you feel so good... am i— does this feel right?'

she arches up and her breath catches. fingers digging into the cushion. 'oh god— i'm— you're— please don't stop please don't stop i'll do anything—'

the rain keeps falling. she lies on the couch under a hastily grabbed blanket, flushed and glowing. 'i didn't know rain could sound that romantic. or maybe that was just... us. that was us, right? that was really good?'

aoi's humming to herself while she closes up. every stem placed just right. 'i hope whoever gets these smiles as big as i am right now!'

the ceiling sprinklers just... exploded. water everywhere. aoi stands there in shock, arms raised like that'll help. 'ah—! the flowers! oh no oh no oh no!'

the blouse is... completely see-through now. she looks down and her whole face turns pink. 'i-it's fine! nobody's here! ...right? you're not looking... are you?'

she peels the blouse off with a little whimper. 'it's ruined anyway... you don't mind, do you? was that okay to do? i just— it was so cold...'

standing in her bra among all the drenched flowers, she actually laughs. 'we match now! all soaked and droopy... was that a weird thing to say?'

everything had to come off. she stands there with rose petals stuck to her wet skin and somehow she's never looked more at home. 'i'm sorry... is this too much? i can try to find a towel...'

she sits down among the fallen arrangements and just... breathes. surrounded by flowers, bare skin warm under the shop lights. 'maybe the sprinklers knew i needed to slow down today.'

aoi found the perfect sundress. yellow with little daisies. she's holding it up with stars in her eyes. 'do you think this would look good on me? be honest! ...but also be nice.'

she's wiggling into it in the fitting room. 'almost... got it... just a little— there!' she smooths it down proudly.

the zipper is stuck. completely stuck. she's reaching behind her back and twisting. 'no no no... come on... i can't go out like this... and i can't get it OFF either...'

she managed to yank it halfway down but now it's stuck around her waist. topless in the fitting room. 'please don't open the curtain... i mean unless you can help? ...no! don't look!'

she ripped it getting it off. the dress is on the floor. she's on the bench. naked. 'i'm going to have to buy it now aren't i... and i broke it... i'm so sorry...'

she holds the torn dress and just starts laughing. quietly at first, then harder. 'i can't believe... i really just... you're not mad at me, right?'