The warm soap is lathered against Regina's crotch as she carefully slices the razor through her growing bush. Technically, they have people for this but she's never felt comfortable with that. She hated exposing herself at a young age but her mother insisted that handmaidens help dress and groom her, everywhere. Their critical glances of any ounce of fat, the rough tightening of corsets to hide any ounce of the curves her heritage bestowed upon her. Eventually, she began doing some things in secret. Magically at every bath time, her vagina was shaven. It was the one thing she agreed with her mother on, she hated the feeling of a grown out bush. It'd burn the first few days after shaving and waxing, but it was worth it. Once she moved in with Snow, she kept up the ritual on her own.

"Got any warm bath water for me?"

Speak of the devil. Regina places the sheers down and looks up at her wife. She's in a soft pink robe that compliments her fair complexion nicely. In the months since Alice's arrival, her wife has begun to grow out her hair again. It now falls nicely around her chin. Regina loved the pixie cut, but the slight curls suit her too.

"Of course, but it's also filled with my hair right about now."

"No bother." Snow perches herself on the edge of the tub, running her fingers over the gold lining. "It doesn't hurt to do that?" She features to the sheers.

Regina shrugs. "I'm careful. There's some discomfort in the following days but doing it is fine."

"Does it ever bother you that I don't?"

Regina shakes her head. "I prefer my partners to have a little hair. I think it's just my upbringing. My mother insisted any other way was dirty."

"I think your mother would find a lot of what you're into dirty."

Regina smirks and places the sheers onto a nearby ottoman. Snow grabs hold of the washcloth and with great care, removes the suds and leftover hair. Regina relaxes her body against the plush headrest, a soft moan escaping her lips. As slowly as possible, Snow removes her robe. She starts by tugging on the string that ties it together, letting go before it can fully release. Her shoulders somewhat shrug the velvet off, falling just below her collarbone. Regina reaches forward, only to have her hand smacked away.

"I didn't say you could touch."

She pouts, which earns her a Look. Regina sighs and hoists herself up a bit, her bare ass just barely above the top of the water. A loud " thwap" can be heard and some water splashes onto the tile as Snow smacks her bottom three times in quick succession. The water adds to the pain so much so that Regina bites down on her lip and clamps her legs shut.

"You gonna behave?"

"Yes, Mommy," Regina says.

"Do not move until I say so."

Regina's knees begin to ache as Snow tantalizingly removes the robe. It eventually falls onto the soaking wet floor before she climbs into the tub. Her arms snake around Regina's waist, gently returning her to a sitting position. For a rare moment, she towers above Regina, her body on full display. From the plump soft breasts that Regina loves to nibble on and are now full from the potion they both take to provide Alice with the milk she needs, to the curvy stomach that could also be covered in hickeys, there's so many choices.

The covered vagina is the most inviting. Even the dark hair down there slightly curls. Snow trims it once a month, but outside that, the bush is in full growth. Regina's fingers brush against Snow's thigh, careful not to touch the jungle that holds the goods.

"I want to put my finger inside of you," Regina says.

Snow nods, a grin forming on her lips. She reaches across to the nearby shelves and pulls down the mint lube, placed there by Killian during their last group bath. Popping out the cork, she pours a generous amount onto Regina's waiting palm. Regina carefully massages some onto her index finger and allows it to circle the front. For a moment, she explores the hair, curling it around her finger and releasing it. The further it goes in, the tenser Snow's body becomes. Her knees buckle as Regina's fingers slowly insert inside the entrance.

"Need to sit down, old woman?"

Snow's fingers grasp the top of Regina's head, pulling at her own damp curls. Regina cackles, her finger reaching inside. She manages to get one in, followed by another. As she attempts for a third, Snow screams out.

"Too much?" Snow nods vigorously and Regina releases one. "Better?" Another nod gives her the go ahead. She flexes in and out, leaning her own head back based on Snow's moans.

"Faster!" she demands.

Regina complies, taking up speed. The friction paired with the minty gel creates great warmth to spread across her hand. She's already grown wet in the water but doesn't care about herself, all she cares about is serving her wife.

"Faster!" Snow repeats and Regina once again increases speed. "Deeper, please, baby!" Regina shoves harder, relishing in every whoop and delight. "Fuck, baby."

It only takes a few more jerks for Regina to feel her wife on her fingertips. Snow slides down into the tub, her ass smacking into the water. Regina grabs hold of Snow's body wash and gently massages it into her back.

"I needed that," Snow mutters.

"I can tell, you were so wound up. Don't wait that long again."

"Who's in charge here?"

"You, and Killian." Snow lunches her thigh and Regina laughs. "But seriously, don't wait that long again. You know David and I are only a holler away."

"I'll have to keep that in mind."