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Author's note: Borderline smut? Me? Never... okay, well, that's a lie. Read on, soldier!

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004 : Heat

Rating : R

Theme: #19. Home body; Bubbles; Stay

January 15, 2006

The room was dark. The only light in the small area was the candles perched on the ledge of the bathtub. The soft scent of lilacs filled Sam's senses, easing her tensed mind. It was just the thing she needed after a long, stressful day at school. There had been reports and homework piled sky-high and not enough time to complete it all. So, she did was any sane woman would do: take a bath... a long, warm, peaceful bath.

Her leg was draped over the left side of the tub, bubbles covering fifty percent of her body. Soft music came out of the radio, and the look on her face was serene, as she was just relaxing and listening, unwinding after a long day.

She sighed happily, drifting downwards into the water, a smile plastered onto her face. Her eyes were shut, the smells of the bath salts overcoming her.

She didn't even notice the other presence in the room, also known as her boyfriend of three years.

Peeking through the door, Danny saw her and his eyes lit up.

Sighing, without opening her eyes, as she heard the door creak open, she spoke, "Mom, for the last time, I'm sure Danny isn't in here–" She opened her eyes, "Danny! What in the world?" She slid downwards in the water, now showing more leg and less chest.

He chuckled, "Sorry, I didn't know that I was public enemy number one here, too. Your mom thinks I'm going to sneak in your house? And, more importantly, sneak in to your bathtub with you?"

"When don't you sneak in my house? And why don't you sneak in the tub with me?"

"Good point. May I sneak in your tub with you, then?" he asked, half joking, half not.

"Lock the door," she agreed to his request, and he grinned from ear to ear.

"All right!"

Doing as he was told, he locked the door, got undressed (with major blushing on Sam's part–she still couldn't get over it), and quickly jumped in the large bathtub/jacuzzi with her. He sat on the opposite side of the tub, but the look on his face was a look saying 'none of this nonsense.' So, he got on his knees and moved closer to her, lifting her up briefly as he moved behind her, placing her between his legs, allowing her to lean back against his chest.

She closed her eyes, her back against his smooth, nicely chiseled chest. Slowly, his arms snaked around her, resting on her lower waist. His fingertips tickled her abdomen lightly, making her giggle, and traveled even lower to an even more ticklish region. Tracing over her thighs, her laughter carried, and she leaned her head back onto his shoulder to see his face. As soon as she did so, his lips began their attack, pressing against her neck, jaw, cheek, and finally, her lips.

Tongues fought and hands roamed. Soon enough, the water was boiling hot (despite the actual temperature). Danny's hand had traveled lower, and as a reaction, Sam moaned into the kiss, urging him on. Taking that as a good thing, he allowed himself to wander, one of his arms around her waist, lifting slightly up to cup her left breast, the other long gone to her southern regions, teasing her beyond her imagination.

After hearing her moan yet again, he broke away from the kiss to catch his breath to ask, "Did I mention how much I love bath time?" He splashed a little water on her, bubbles included.

"Shut up and prove it," she said hotly, close to pushing her lips against his once again, twisting around, and thus splashing water outside the tub as she straddled his waist.

"With pleasure," he replied, capturing her lips hungrily with a playful growl.

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