a/n: this is a REALLY short shapter. Sorry.

GoddessofMusic: glad you think so. Thanks!

phantomfreak258: of course, and Raoul needs the practice, lol.

Bastet Starwind: yes, but i, unlike many others, did not mean for the song to mean a thing, it was the only Erik solo i could think of for him to sing really... so i didn't mean for it to be intimate in anyway at all. lol, thanks for the great review!

Lize Radcliffe: if you liked that image you will LOVE this. this is just a taste of what's to come.

musicofthenight5: thanks, i think... j/k thanks a bunch!

wolfegurl006: thank you, thank you bows you should know better than to feed my ego.

I set him down gently in the bathroom and start to fill the tub with a tap that he cleverly set up, warm and cold running water, very unique, very Erik.

He slowly undresses, my back turned away from him.

Stopping the water at a fair level and checking the temperature I ask him with my back still turned, "Do you need any help?"

The reluctance of his voice borders annoyance, "Yes."

I turn and see him modestly covering his manhood as I help him into the tub of water.

Though I know how perfectly capable of doing this on his own he is I whisper to him, "Relax."

Taking off my shirt to keep it dry, I set it aside and grab a washcloth from the tub side. Lathering it with some water he points out the soap to use and I put them both aside.

"First your hair," I sit on the side of the large and beautiful tub worthy of a spa as I move behind his head.

"This one," he hands me a shampoo bottle. I open it and it smells of roses.

"Very fitting," I smile and he does too.

Closing his eyes I watch him recline in the water as I carefully run my fingers through his hair, wetting it before putting the shampoo in. Before I even start putting the shampoo in his hair his muscles relax ten fold and I smile as I continue my task.

"Keep your eyes and mouth closed," I command as I rinse out his hair, making sure no stray shampoo irritates him.

Grabbing the washcloth again, I rewet it and then grab the soap. It smells of lavender.

"You'll smell like a garden," I laugh.

"That's the point," he smiles.

Washing him from top to bottom, making it into a massage more so than a bath, I am careful of his privates. Though I could easily at any time arouse him, I refuse to, taking my time and making sure he feels the love and compassion that I pour into my job.

Finally finishing I don't want this moment to end, so I sit up on the side and start a neck massage. He leans forward so I can reach him better and I hear him moan in delight.

When I'm done I kiss his cheek, "I'm sorry, love, but if you don't get out you'll be a shriveled garden."

He laughs and the sound is amazing, "I guess you're right."

I hold out a towel and he comments, "What? Are you embarrassed by it?"

"Don't you want me to not look?" he smiles at my words.

"No, not anymore," he stands and shows me everything, "I want you to see me, and I want to see you."

I marvel at his bare chest and arms, and his legs are wonderful as well. He is not even swollen as I move toward him. He can't support himself long though and as I watch his legs start to tremble; I swiftly wrap the towel around him and hold him to me.

"Be careful," I scold.

He laughs, allowing me to sit him down on the side of the tub.

"You liked that, didn't you?" and though I hate to admit it, I nod 'yes'.

He smiles, "Good."

And that's the end of that.

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