"Nice? It's the only thing we had..."
Max asked, and Connie touched the corners of her lips with her hand, she hadn't had spaghetti bolognaise since she was a child.
"It's lovely."
She murmured, though she'd left most it, preferring instead to sip the lemonade he'd poured her into a wine glass.
"Not hungry?"
He asked and she smiled slightly, still glancing about the room every so often as if she was expecting someone else to appear.
"I could make something else?"
He asked but she shook her head and her smile grew, he was so kind, she thought.
"I'm fine. Just not that hungry, after today..."
"Well!"
Max cut her off though he hadn't thought of what to say, he didn't want her to think of her attacker, or the police, or anything other than relaxing.
"About that bath..."
He said quietly, standing up and taking hold of both bowls, balancing them on one arm with the practised skill of a waiter and left her to follow him into the kitchen.
"You know you don't have to?"
She murmured, watching as he scraped her uneaten food into the bin and began rinsing out the bowls under the tap.
He looked over at her.
"I'm going to run you a bath whether you like it or not."
He said and he placed the dishes on the draining board and shook his hands instead of drying them with a tea towel.
"candles...bubble bath, Robyn's, not mine..."
"You?"
Connie asked, tilting her head and Max laughed.
"I don't think there'll be room."
He said but she smiled and held out her hand to him which he took with his slightly damp one.
"Show me?"
She asked and he drew in a breath, propelling himself from where he stood and, still holding her hand he led her upstairs to the top of the house to the bathroom opposite his room.
She waited patiently on the landing, watching as Max rifled in the bathroom cupboard, finding tiny rose shaped candles and placing them on the rim of the sink and along the window sill before using the lighter from his pocket to light them and filling the bath with hot bubbling water, the bubbles rising and hissing as they grew.
"M'lady?"
He gestured for her to enter and she smiled and she joined him, closing the door behind her, making sure to lock it despite the house being empty, and she began slowly unbuttoning her blouse, slipping it from her shoulders and placing it on a peg on the back of the door before reaching for the zip of her jeans.
"Aren't you going to at least try?"
She asked, and he looked down at the bath, gauging it's size, it was a corner bath, the taps in the middle and he couldn't imagine it would be that comfortable if they did both manage to get in, but he tugged his jumper off over his head nonetheless and pulled down his jeans, trying not to watch her undress, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.
Once they had both undressed, Max held out a hand to her, helping her into the bath, there was no mat and the bubble bath had made it slippy. She bent down, arranging herself beneath the water, her legs curled up against her chest and she looked up, watching as he stepped in behind her, she felt the water ripple and wave back and forth and the ceramic of the tub squeaked as he sat down, she felt his knees at her back.
"I feel like we're in a boat."
He said, taking hold of the edge and moving his legs one after the other so that she sat in between his thighs and leant back against him, feeling him move so that he could rest back against the end of the bath, and at last they were comfortable.
Max draped his arms across her shoulders, his hands pressed flat against her chest and the top of her head rested against his cheek.
There was a ripple of water and she lifted her hand to run her fingers over his, the water lapping against her rips and rushing up between her breasts to pool in the little dip in the centre of her collar bone.
It was all he could do not to stare down at her, the soft curve of her cheek and her mouth just in view, a soft smile at it's corners, her hair curled in wet black curlicues against her shoulder and the gentle swell of her breasts that rose and fell as she breathed, the rest of her body hidden beneath the bubbles.
She drew in a long breath and sighed, shifting ever so slightly so that she was just an inch or so higher up, her body pressed tightly against his beneath the surface of the water and she turned, arcing her back to kiss him on the cheek, smiling and brushing her lips against his stubble.
He slowly traced a vague heart shape on the wet skin just above her right breast, then paused, all of a sudden he couldn't remember which side the heart actually was. He drew a slightly larger one now, the point of it stretching up the soft curve of her chest and he felt her hold her breath, pushing up ever so slightly, waiting as he drew a third, her nipple stiffening beneath his fingers. She rolled her head so that he lips touched against his throat and he felt her breath vibrate against him.
"You're hard."
She whispered, she could feel his erection against her back.
"Of course I'm hard, you're laying on top of me naked."
He murmured, his breath whispering against her forehead.
She smiled a slow satisfied smile and moved slowly against him.
"You should do something about that."
she sighed.
More soon! xxx