"We should get a pet."
Sam gave a tired, but happy, smile as she watched the big red balloon float over her head and slowly begin its descent. She lifted her left hand from the warm, soapy bubbles of the bath and tapped it lightly with her fingertips, sending it back up into the steamy air above the tub and toward Carly. Sam's right hand was busy massaging Carly's wet left foot which was resting on her lap, just beneath the water.
"We have one," she answered, matter-of-fact.
Carly wore the same pleased, but tired expression on her face, eyes open with heavy lids, wet hair pushed back on her head. Her eyes tracked the balloon as it neared her and floated down. She lifted her right hand from the edge of the tub by the wall and let her long slender fingers tap it in return to Sam.
She curled her eyebrow. "We do?"
Sam gave her a grin and an arched eyebrow in response.
Carly rolled her eyes. "Sam, Freddy is not our pet."
"Okay, okay…" Sam conceded. "Then…a penguin." She tapped the balloon back to Carly with one hand while the thumb of her other hand began to work the arch of Carly's foot.
"Penguin?" Carly sighed. "That feels wonderful, by the way."
"Yeah. Penguin," Sam nodded, eyes half-lidded. "You know I have magic fingers, babe."
Carly blushed hotly and gave Sam a wide eyed stare. "Sam!" At the last moment, she batted the balloon hard at Sam's face.
Grinning darkly, Sam easily deflected it into the air. "I'm a witchy woman, Cupcake…" As the balloon drifted down within reach she tapped it back at Carly.
"Be good," Carly scolded, grinning. She moved her right foot discreetly under the soapy water to a rather sensitive location and laughed as she saw Sam's eyes go wide in shock, then seem to glaze somewhat as a wry grin appeared on her lips.
Carly's foot had found the mark perfectly. It was a bit of a surprise when the girl's toes made contact with Sam's flesh just below her belly and glided ever so slowly down to more sensitive areas. Sam's breath felt a bit ragged as a shiver ran through her body. She held onto Carly's other foot a bit more tightly. Her eyes drew closed and she absorbed the feeling between her legs into her soul.
When she regained control of her body, Sam opened her eyes to Carly who was grinning and batting the balloon above her head. She had to clear her throat to make her voice work right. "You're not as innocent as you let on…"
Carly just continued to smile and watch the balloon, casually playing with it while her submerged foot moved in tiny circles. "So, why a penguin?"
A deep purr sounded from Sam. "…Everyone should have a penguin, Carls." She shifted a bit in the tub and, yeah, that was a much better angle.
"You comfortable, Sammy?" Carly gave her a lifted eyebrow and a toothy grin. "You look flustered…"
"Frobisher," was all Sam said, staring at the ceiling.
Carly wrinkled her brow. "What?"
"The penguin." Sam lowered her gaze to stare coolly and controlled at Carly, not a hint of fluster now on her face, her eyes half-lidded and detached, as if they were sitting on the sofa watching television. "I'd name it Frobisher."
A chuckle came from Carly as she shook her head at her girlfriend. Only Sam could regain her composure so quickly and behave like she wasn't being molested under the water while carrying on a completely unrelated conversation. But, she was satisfied that she had succeeded in cracking Sam's usually aloof exterior, if only for a moment. Although, Carly was quite certain that she would pay for this transgression later tonight.
Hopefully…
"You're nuts," Carly said.
"I prefer to think of it as rationally challenged," Sam returned. "You know, I can't let this little incident here go unpunished…"
Carly gave a pout. "Aw…is Sammy not happy with her little cupcake?"
Sam responded by tickling the bottom of Carly's foot, causing her to spasm in sudden giddy laugher and almost sink beneath the water, grabbing the edge of the tub to hold herself up, retracting both her feet and legs to her side of the tub. Sam had moved fast, in a rush of water, and was up against her, Carly's legs bent against her body with the weight of Sam's body on them. Sam's hands were on the edges of the tub by her shoulders and her face was moments from Carly's.
Sam's lips slowly drifted toward Carly's, their eyes locked. Carly was lost in those grey-green orbs and hungrily waited for the sensation of her Sammy's lips on hers, parting her mouth slightly, tilting her head.
A knock and the bathroom door opened. Sam froze. Carly sighed heavily and seemed to deflate. Sam's eyes looked dangerous. Carly shifted her eyes to look at the door.
"You need a watch, Freddy," she sighed. Sam groaned deep down within her soul.
"…what?" came a confused Freddy.
"Because your timing is impeccable," growled Sam. She moved back to her side of the tub and laid back, her head against the tub wall, turned to watch Freddy take a seat on the toilet. His shirt was stained with something purple. He looked sweaty and beat. "You know, the juice goes in your mouth, right?"
"What?" Freddy snapped at Sam.
Sam closed her eyes and faced Carly again. "Nice shirt, nub."
Freddy looked down at the big stain on his previously very nice dressy shirt. He looked at Sam with a withering look. "Nice tits, spawn of the unholy."
Sam opened her eyes, looked at Freddy, looked down at her two small breasts just bobbing above the water and smiled. "Why, yes, Frobisher. They certainly are."
Freddy looked from Sam to Carly with questioning. "Frobisher?"
Carly gave Sam a scolding look. "Sam, Freddy is not our pet…"
