liquid heat
real-placebo-effect
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for britt, my mary angel. i love you. also on tumblr.
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John came home to the strangest sight. The house was completely dark, save for the candles lit, in small holders, in a winding path across the floor, from one room to the next.
"Mary?" He called out. There was no answer. Deciding to go along with the game, John walked across, following the trail set for him, blowing out each candle he found. Around and around and around they went until, finally, they stopped just outside a closed door.
He pushed the door open, entering the bathroom, lit up with candles of all different sizes, and smiled at the sight before him.
"Welcome home, baby." Mary said, face candlelit beautifully, bringing the cup of wine to her lips.
"I thought this was the man's job?" John raised an eyebrow. She raised one back, as if to ask why he wasn't shedding clothes and John bit back an amused snort, peeling everything off.
"This is me, fighting the power, John." She retorted, eyes sparking as he undressed completely.
"See something you like?" He teased.
"Nothing much to see." Mary smirked. John rolled his eyes, padding over to the bath, sliding in carefully once Mary had moved forward. She turned herself once he was submerged in the warm water and kissed him once, chastely.
"Mm, move forward a little." He did and her hands moved over the muscle of his neck and shoulders, easing the knots and weight they'd been holding. He became pliant under her hands, groaning as tension melted away. "My poor baby, workin' so hard. My big strong man, aren't you, John?"
"You," He said, gutturally, "Are an angel. God."
The water was only slightly filled with soap – just the way he liked – the liquid pouring like silk over his skin. Mary's hands moved from the base of his neck to thread through his dark hair, bringing their mouths together again. She pushed him back against the bath, eyes heavy-lidded as his head leaned back, and pressed heated kisses to his throat. John caught on pretty quick, legs shifting quickly to –
"Uh, bad idea?" John asked.
Mary stared at the pile of soaked clothes on the floor. "Yeah. Really bad idea."
Gingerly, Mary shifted so that her back was pressed to his front. John was pressing in the small of her back, but they made no motions to address the problem, content with just this. The hot-warm water lapping at their skin as Mary made miniscule movements with her feet, rippling. The feel of skin against skin and the heat sinking into their very bones.
It was enough and they laid back, enjoying this, for what seemed like hours.
"Mary?"
"Hmm?" John kissed her, eyes half-open and content, grinning. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, baby."