for imagineyourotp on tumblr. someone mentioned that I should do more of them married and hey look what I happen to find
Aelita moaned as she fell onto the couch, a dull ache spreading throughout her body.
"Long day?" Jeremy asked.
"Mph," Aelita said into the couch. She briefly lifted her head and looked at him through one eye, letting out a yawn. "I work with idiots. Everything hurts. I need coffee." And with those three statements, she let her head fall back onto the cushion.
Jeremy gave a small chuckle of empathy rather than sympathy. He had watched as she walked through the door of their small apartment, bleary-eyed and stiff. She had immediately walked to the couch, dropped her bag, and simply fell onto it without even taking her shoes off.
"It's too late for coffee," he said with gentle admonition and stroked her hair. "If you want, I'll start a hot bath. Just go to the bathroom and I'll be there in a few minutes."
She let out another muffled sound. A hot bath did sound awfully nice, but she was reluctant to move from her place. Sensing her need for encouragement, Jeremy brushed his fingers on that spot on her waist. Aelita let out a funny noise and turned over. She gave him a mock glare, but he only smiled and left the room. A few moments later, she heard the sound of running water.
Grudgingly, she pulled herself up and trudged to the bathroom. Jeremy pecked her on the cheek as he left it and drew out her small sigh of appreciation.
Aelita perched herself on the lip of the tub and ran her fingers through the water. She shuddered involuntarily, in pleasure, as she felt its tempting warmth. Suddenly she couldn't wait to get in the tub. Idly she allowed some oil to trickle under the faucet, and soon bubbles were spread across the water.
At last it was filled. She turned the faucet off and disrobed, tentatively sliding a foot in. Again Aelita shuddered and she sunk into the bath with careful eagerness.
She gasped happily. Oh, that was wonderful. She slid down so that the water was to her neck and allowed her head to hang over the edge, closing her eyes in relaxation.
Then he was there. She gasped again as she felt firm but gentle hands slide around her neck and down to her shoulders.
"Would you like to tell me about your day?"
"Jeremy… Sure." Everything suddenly disappeared. Her mental rants, taut patience, and complaints were gone. Left distracted and groggy, Aelita only managed one word. "I…"
Jeremy didn't comment or push. He began rubbed her shoulders and back, hands dipping gracefully into the soapy water. A sharp intake of breath made him pause.
"Am I hurting you?"
Aelita opened her eyes and glanced back at him. She saw concern and willingness there and knew that he was doing his best to make her feel good. Putting as much gratefulness as she could into her eyes, Aelita shook her head.
"You kidding? Keep doing it. Please."
He did so, and she turned back to close her eyes. She sighed more than once when he hit a particular tight knot in her back or neck, or when he leaned forward to pepper kisses on her face and neck. At some point she mumbled out a sleepy "thank you".
"That's what I'm here for, Angel."
After a few more minutes he reluctantly urged her out, seeing her frame relax and more frequent yawns. Aelita didn't want to leave but conceded he was right. She washed and left the tub, quickly drying herself off with the prospect of a warm bed to encourage her.
Jeremy ushered her to the bed and she more fell on it than anything, suddenly realizing how exhausted she was. As he tucked the covers around her, she murmured, "Do you know how much I love you?"
Jeremy smiled. "A lot?"
"Pie," she responded, looking at him through barely open eyes. When Jeremy blinked in confusion she went on to explain: "Pie, as in the number, is endless."
His smile widened to a grin.
"I love you too, Aelita.