Prompt:
*pulls shower curtain back while wife is in the shower*
me: "Are we- stop screaming, it's just me- are we out of Cheetos?"
Heavily-pressured water splattered onto the floor of the shower, creating a small whirlpool with soap suds by the drain. Beca let the water run down the front of her body, enjoying the near piping-hot temperature. The ensuing steam rose from the showerhead, nipping at the dark eyeliner she painted onto her lids earlier in the day.
Beca had a preference for afternoon showers, enduring relentless teasing for picking "such a weird time" to bathe. During school, most of her friends either took morning showers before class or took showers before bed. Beca's usual 2pm showertime meant that she didn't have to fight to use the shower, and it gave her a midday pick-me-up when it was too late to have a second round of coffee. Even after moving out of the house she shared with the 10 members of her college acapella group, she still found herself making time for her oddly placed routine in the small house she shared with her wife. Beca's wife was also the one who decided the interior décor of the bathroom, and why Beca was surrounded by pale pink tiles on all four sides. Although initially embarrassed by the pink walls, Beca formed a fondness over the soft color and now had to pretend that it wasn't actually her favorite room of the house. Sometimes she spent an extra five minutes under the water with her hand placed against the wall, cleansing her mind from some of the bullshit she had to deal with now that she was a big-time producer. Her manager was mainly in charge of her schedule, arranging meetings with potential clients in the mornings and enforcing promotional events in the evenings. The last workweek consisted of meeting with the same client four times, even though Beca told her manager not to set her up with him again after the second time. The last meeting left her extraordinarily agitated, and her publicist had to assure her that she wasn't crazy. She really should fire her manager.
"Hey, are we out of kale?" Beca had been so overwhelmed in her thoughts about work that she didn't hear someone come into the bathroom door and slide open the shower curtain.
"Chloe, what the fuck!" Beca shouted back, scrambling into the corner of the shower and crossing her arms over her chest.
Chloe clicked her tongue, replying in almost a scolding manner: "Beca, I've seen you naked before. In fact, I see you naked like, everyday. Why are you hiding?"
"You scared the fuck out of me!"
"Oh stop screaming, you're such a baby." Chloe hummed back, prompting a pout and soft grumbling from Beca. "So, are we out of kale?"
"Since when do we eat kale?" Beca mocked the seemingly bland vegetable, associating it with hipsters and socially stated vegans. She swore she's never seen it in the fridge, and made a point to avoid it when she went shopping. Besides, she swore she had a higher proponent for spinach anyway.
"Since I've been cooking it with most of our meals for the last month." Chloe's eyes beamed a twinkling blue, complimenting the small smile she emitted when she realized Beca has been eating kale for several weeks now without noticing. The fact that Beca was continually praising the new dishes Chloe was crafting made it even better.
Beca stepped forward to meet the gaze of the redhead, cocking her head forward in disbelief as she stuttered: "You've been secretly feeding me kale this entire time?"
"With smoothies, fish, salads, potatoes." Chloe rattled off, looking at the celling to help remember. "You love it!"
"Beale." The small brunette pleaded, matching Chloe's height by being a few inches off the ground in the tub of the shower.
Chloe leaned in, almost touching Beca's face as she whispered: "That's Mrs. Mitchell, to you." She followed up with a small peck to Beca's lips, pulling back slowly as she sported glinted eyes. "I'll add it to the shopping list."
Beca shook herself out of Chloe's daze, immediately trying to splash water onto her fully clothed companion. Unsuccessful drops scattered across the mirror as Chloe was now making a beeline for the door. Giggles spurted from her lips as she slipped out of the bathroom, leaving the door still open behind her.
"Ughhhhh." Beca huffed, rolling her eyes but still cracking a smile that easily grew across her face. She actually liked kale just as much as she now liked the color pink.