When guests review my one-shots I just hate that I can't reply to them and thank them for taking the time to do so. I truely appreciate each and every review, they always make me happy and make it worth posting my fanfics on here.
There's one person who has left reviews on some of my one-shots under different nicknames, but it's easy to tell from the style that they come from the same person. Once she even called me her 'internet sister', which I honestly found really sweet. That's why I'm dedicating this fanfic to her, whoever she is. She has asked for this several times, I just hope it will satisfy her imagination!
And thank you for all the reviews!
Impatient
A slight knock on the door makes you open your eyes. You lift your head that you've been resting on the side of the tub. You haven't been sleeping, but you realise that you've been lying there for quite a while now, no wonder he's gotten impatient. You feel that the water in the tub has grown colder and there's not much trace of the foam of the bubble bath either. But the bathroom still smells like grapefruit, your favourite scent and you are tempted to fill the tub with hot water again and lie there longer. It's been so relaxing, there's nothing else that could relax you like this.
But another knock on the door, followed by him calling your name, pulls you back to reality again. He is waiting for you to finish. It's your night. No work, no social engagements, no dining out and most importantly: no cell phones. He wanted to pamper you with preparing a bubble bath, now it's your turn to do something for him in return. But for that you'd have to get out of the tub first. It crosses your mind that you could have shared the bath with him, even though he didn't suggest, but he's getting impatient and you have no other plan to return his favour, except for the obvious, but does that still count?
You've been together for months now, you live together, you sleep in his arms almost each night and you know you don't want anything more, but does this satisfy him as well? He cooks for you, he takes care of things around the house, he takes care of you, he makes you a bubble bath. And you barely give him anything in return, except for spending your little free time with him.
You often wonder why he is still there, what keeps him on your side. You know he loves you, he's told you several times and you've told him you love him too. But how long will love and lust keep you together, you have no idea. You know that he is definitely a keeper, he is one of a kind, you have to consider yourself lucky that you've found each other. You cannot let him go whatever it takes.
"I'll be out in a minute,' you say to him through the closed door, but it opens right after you shut your mouth and he steps inside.
You are still in the tub, haven't started getting out yet and now that he's inside the room you are not sure what to do any more. He's still wearing his jeans and his undershirt, so it's unlikely that he decided to share the bath with you, even though you actually wouldn't mind if you didn't have to get out of there just yet.
He doesn't say a word, but he steps closer and closer to you, you hear his bare feet hitting the floor. When he gets there he bends down and kisses you. Even his kiss is impatient and you try your best to make it right with yours. You try to reassure him that he has no reason to worry and that he doesn't have to wait much longer.
He reaches for the towel, unfolds it and holds it out for you, suggesting you to finally give in and get out. You don't hesitate any more. He is looking at you, he doesn't even pretend to be a gentleman and look aside while you stand up and water is dripping from all over your body. You reach out for the towel, put it behind your back and cover yourself into it. After you manage to tie it to your body, you hold out your hand and he helps you step out of the tub onto the rug.
The minute he lets go off your hand you reach for his undershirt, he's done his looking already, it's your turn. But he doesn't let your eyes rest on his bare chest long enough, he takes you into his arms instead and starts kissing one of your wet shoulders, moving on to your neck. The touch of your wet hands on his skin doesn't seem to bother him at all. The towel on you on the other hand gets in his way soon and he doesn't even ask for your permission to open it again.
He doesn't throw it on the ground, instead he carefully starts to wipe your body with it, starting with your breasts and kisses and wipes your skin in turns, while you can do nothing else but stand by and let him, even though standing seems to get harder with each passing second. You actually have to think of reaching for something to hold on to, but you can reach nothing but him, so you decide to place your hands on his shoulders for support.
He looks up to you, then his body follows his gaze and with the towel in his hands he embraces you and kisses you on the lips. Your hands find back on him and as they start touching his bare skin he has no choice but to drop the towel, so he can finally touch you with his hands. It doesn't matter any more that you're still wet here and there. He presses his body close to yours and his lips won't stop kissing you.
You let him touch you wherever he wants, you don't even demand him to take off his pants. You are playing by his rules tonight, it's the least you can grant him in return for all the things he'd done for you. You let him lift you from the ground and carry you in his arms. You let him put you on the bed and look at you as long as he wants, until he decides that he can't waste any more time looking at you and starts unbuttoning his pants.
In a few seconds he's already naked in front of you and without giving you enough time to admire his body he climbs over you. Your lips unite again, his tongue caresses yours, while his hands dig into your hair. You fold your hands around his neck and pull him even closer. You try to push him a little to the side to take over, you think that it's really your turn to do something for him, but he won't let you switch places.
He secures your position under him and you have no choice but to obey. His lips leave yours and they move down on your neck and your chest, just like they did a few minutes ago. But this time he goes much further, slightly opens your legs and his head disappears between them. Your upper body stretches when you feel his lips on your slit and you already open up to let him inside, whichever body part he chooses to give this task.
It doesn't take long until he sticks his tongue inside you and by moving it around he already causes you enormous pleasure. You don't understand how he can be so generous to please you first, when he was the one waiting for you before, but you wouldn't dare to complain. In fact an agreeing moan leaves your mouth and you wrap your legs around his neck encouragingly.
You can feel his lips taste your wet and you want to taste it from his lips too, but you don't want them to leave that place just yet. You let out a much louder groan as he slips two fingers inside you this time and circulates with them to make you moan louder and louder. You're almost on the edge and he knows it. He grabs your legs to move them back on the sides and his lips make their way up on your body again. When his tongue starta playing with your nipples you can't stand the wait anymore, you wrap your legs around him once more to urge him to finish what he started.
His lips find back to yours and just as you taste them again he guides himself inside you. Your tongue holds on to his as his movements get faster and faster, and it doesn't take long for both of you to come and for his body to finally collapse on yours.
The sound of his intense sniffing is what brings you back to reality again a few minutes later and you look at him with a curious smile.
"You smell so good," he says in the most adorable way and you are not exactly sure why, but his statement makes you laugh.
And as if nothing had happened before his lips eagerly find your laughing lips to silence them and you know that the night is far from being over.