Whats better than trope? Trope within trope. ~Bubblefic alert!
Thanks again for all the lovely comments. I am having too much fun with this.
Once again, I don't own Lie to me or it's characters but I do own Gunther and Genevieve.
When Gillian returned from the bathroom Cal was nowhere in sight. Puzzled but unconcerned she flipped on the porch light and risked a glance outside. The world was white. The streets were eerily quiet and as far as she could see no one was about. Her apartment suddenly felt very isolated, as if she and Cal were the only ones left in the world. Sighing, she flipped off the light and made sure the door was locked before renewing her search for her wayward houseguest.
"Cal?" she called out.
"In here, love." She heard his voice from down the hall. Curious, she followed the sound of his voice and found him propped up on the pillows of her bed, deep in one of her romance novels.
"How do you read this stuff?" he asked wrinkling his nose.
"How do you eat beans on toast every night?" she asked, mouth twitching as she suppressed a smile.
"Fair enough," he relented, placing the book back on her nightstand. As he did so his eyes caught on the stand's drawer and he put a hand to the knob. "What's in here then?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"None of your business," she said in a warning tone, swatting his hand away from the drawer playfully.
"Oh really," he practically purred, "I love a woman with toys."
"Who said anything about toys?" she said, trying to keep her voice even.
"You did, love, just then," he smirked.
"So do you want to watch a movie?" she asked, quickly changing the subject. "And before you ask; no I don't have porn."
"Shame that. We might have to fix that some day."
"So, movie?" she pressed.
"Well, if you were snowed in all alone and you didn't have to go to work tomorrow what would you do?"
"I'd probably light some candles, take a long hot bath, and read that book you so despise."
"OK, let's do it."
Before she knew what was happening he launched himself off the bed, grabbed the book off the dresser, and headed toward the bedroom door. She stared at his retreating back in stunned silence. He wanted to take a bath with her? Who was this man?
"Don't forget the candles," he called. She heard the sound of water running in her bathtub.
What in the hell have I gotten myself into? She grabbed a box of votive candles and matches from her closet, glancing idly at the drawer of her nightstand and contemplating a relocation of its more personal contents. Sighing, she headed for the door, following the sound of splashing into her bathroom. Cal sat on the edge of the tub, stripped to the waist, running a cap of something under the water. Quickly the scent of vanilla and sandalwood wafted through the room and the tub began to fill with fluffy white foam.
"You found my bubble bath I see," she smiled, beginning to place the candles around the room.
"Hell of a tub you have here. I think we could get at least three more people in with us."
In fact this bathroom had been a major selling point for the apartment. It was an extra deep tub with a built-up back that allowed her to soak up to her neck. It was surrounded by a wide ledge tiled in deep blue which provided ample storage space for bath oils and scrubs. She had spent many nights in this tub, washing away long days. Now she was about to share one of her most private and personal rituals with someone else, something she hadn't even done with Alec.
She finished lighting the candles and began slowly removing her clothing, conscious of Cal's hungry appraisal of her as she did so. She flipped off the bathroom light as she bent to remove her pants, and flickering candle light danced around the room.
Cal's breath caught at the sight of her naked body colored by the dim light of the candles. He wanted to capture her like that and simply stare at her forever. "You are bloody gorgeous Gill," he breathed.
She felt a blush rise unbidden to her cheeks and stepped toward him, hand reaching out to stroke the side of his face. He kissed her palm gently, stroking the inside of her wrist and sending shivers cascading down her spine before turning back to his ablutionary preparations.
He reached over and tested the temperature of the bathwater before turning off the tap. "Ladies first," he said, gesturing to the tub. She climbed in, relaxing immediately as the delightfully hot water enveloped her entire body. She looked up to find Cal watching her, arousal plain on his face. She was conscious of how her breasts bobbed buoyantly on the surface of the water, surrounded by the soft scented foam. He quickly shed the remainder of his clothing and climbed in the tub with her, sloshing water and bubbles over the edge in the process. She made room for him as he turned his back to her, settling between her thighs with his head near her shoulder. Impulsively she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him higher, amazed at just how good it felt to have him so god damned close to her in such an intimate way.
"Hi there," he said looking up at her as he turned his face to hers.
"Hi," she said, turning her head and kissing his lips softly. She could definitely get used to this.
"So, where should we start?" he asked, picking up the book from the ledge and thumbing through the pages with wet hands. Ahh… this looks good." He began reading aloud.
"'Genevieve tentatively stroked the growing bulge of Gunter's manhood through his tight breeches.' Really?" he asked imploringly.
"Just read Cal," she said close to his ear. She grabbed a soft sponge from the ledge, dipping it into the warm water before applying a generous amount of body wash in a scent that complemented the bubbles. She squeezed the sponge, working the soap into silky foam before reaching around to his chest where she began to rub slow circles across his skin as he continued reading.
"'Unable to contain his growing passions, Gunter slowly unlaced her bodice revealing the blushing pink buds of her bosoms through a thin layer of silk.' That feels very good love," he said leaning into her as her hands circled lower across his abdomen.
"Read," she purred. She continued to wash him gently as she closed her eyes, letting the sound of his voice flow through her as it set up a warm pulse between her thighs. She had to admit that she loved the way he talked. The accent was definitely a huge part of it but there was something about his tone when he spoke softly like this. It was like gravel rolling across velvet.
"'His purple headed warrior stroked the soft flower of her maidenhead…' seriously Gillian, do these writers not know the words cock and pussy? It's all just metaphor," he complained.
"I like the metaphor. Read," she said, tongue darting out to trace the rim of his ear before sucking the tender lobe into her mouth. His breath hitched at that but he kept reading as commanded. Her hands reached lower, stroking softly up his thighs with the sponge, avoiding contact with the place she wanted to touch the most. She teased him mercilessly as she kissed his neck and shoulder.
"'She felt herself reaching for something indefinable. She cried out to Gunter, begging him for help in her need as the world washed over her in light and color, sensations beyond imagining blossoming in each of her senses.'" He read.
She chose that moment to drop the sponge, allowing it to float to the surface as she moved both hands to his cock, finding him half hard already.
Surprised at the sudden sensation, his hands spasmed and the book fell beneath the dissipating foam of the bathwater. He quickly retrieved it and held it by its sodden cover before tossing it onto the bathroom rug.
He grasped the edges of the tub as she stroked him steadily, swirling a fingertip around the head of his erection as she toyed with his balls. He quickly swelled in her grasp, impossibly hard and pulsing beneath her hands as she explored his body and learned how he most liked to be touched.
He leaned into her shoulder and closed his eyes as he focused on the pure pleasure she was giving him with the movements of her hands. He gasped as an experienced finger found the sensitive spot between his balls and his asshole and pushed upward with just the right amount of pressure. She moved both hands to his shaft, squeezing as she stroked upward, building up to a rhythm that soon had him groaning softly and digging his nails into the slippery tile. His control was rapidly slipping away but he wasn't ready to give into the demands of his body quite yet. He put his hands over hers, stilling her movements as he took a deep breath.
Quickly, he flipped himself over, sending even more water onto the floor. He bent his head, immediately taking a soap covered nipple into his mouth as his hands reached between her thighs. He was puzzled when he felt her hands on his shoulders, gently but insistently pushing him backwards, away from the place he desperately wanted to be.
Much as Gillian wanted him to touch her, she wasn't ready to relinquish control of him. Not this time. She continued to push him backward until he was on his knees, looking at her with a completely baffled expression.
"Something wrong, love?" he asked, concerned.
"Nothing at all, except I'm making this round about you. Consider it a little reward for reading to me," she grinned. "Now sit right here," she said, patting the ledge of blue tile running along the wall.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Do you really want to argue with me Cal?" she said in a husky tone.
"Right then," he said as he stood up, positioning himself on the ledge as she moved between his thighs.
Her hands stroked his hips as she leaned into him, planting a string of wet kisses across his abdomen, circling his erection before leaning down to kiss just the soft velvety tip. She felt his hands in her hair, running the fine strands between his fingers as her tongue flashed out to lick the bead of moisture that formed at the tip of his cock. She heard his breath hiss between his teeth as she closed her mouth completely over his tip, running her tongue along the ridge before she released him, lowering her head to lick the whole of his shaft from root to tip. His hips bucked involuntarily as she brought a hand around to cup his balls, kneading gently before she grasped his length. She leaned close to him, using her hand to press his shaft to her sternum, directly between her breasts. With both hands she pressed her breasts together, capturing him. He moaned loudly as she began to move slowly, up and down, his cock sliding easily along her wet skin.
His head fell back against the cool tile as the moist velvet of her flesh closed over him. One hand gripped the slick tile as his other moved to the back of her head, fisting in her hair. The tiny noise of pleasure she made told him she enjoyed it and he tried to resist the urge to pull harder. When the sensation of her warm wet mouth closing over his tip joined the impossible feeling of fucking her supple breasts, he couldn't resist his body's urge to thrust into her. He wanted to tell her how close he was; to warn her that he was beyond the ability to control his body's reaction to her talents. When her lips clamped down on his head, however, and she pressed her breasts even more firmly together, and her tongue lapped at him in rhythm with his now desperately thrusting hips the only thing that came out of his mouth was a strangled "Fuck!"
She knew he was close, his body and his uneven breathing told her she had found a combination of sensations that was quickly driving him toward release. She allowed him to thrust between her breasts, letting him set the pace as his body gathered itself. She stilled as he cried out and seconds later felt a burst of his hot salty juices in her mouth. She swallowed eagerly as he pulled her hair in a clasping fist.
He felt as if he was exploding. His balls contracted again and again as he spilled into her in the most intense orgasm of recent memory. He had tried to pull her head away as he came, not sure if she wanted him to come in her mouth, but she held him firmly in place. He collapsed against the wall, body going limp as he struggled to catch his breath. He felt her release him and he looked down to see her smiling up at him, running the back of her hand slowly across her chin.
"You are bloody brilliant," he panted.
"Why thank you," she said as she sank back down into the water which was cooling rapidly.
"A man could get used to this bath thing."
"And the romance novels?" she chided.
"Totally worth it love, totally worth it," he said, slipping down the wall and into the tub.
She turned on her side as he moved up to embrace her. He wrapped his arms and legs around her, pulling her in close as he kissed her gently, examining her from beneath heavy lids.
"Getting a little chilly in here," he said.
"We probably should get out," she sighed.
"Will you show me what's in the drawer beside your bed?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Oh yes...I'm going there! But you'll have to wait at least 2 days. Sorry.
Please tell me if you enjoyed my little romp in the tub with Gunther and Genevieve. I haven't read a trashy romance since I was 14 so I was really reaching.