A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long. Real life, plus a car accident where I sustained a minor concussion that kept me from being able to work for a time and so I hadn't written much since then, but I couldn't possibly let the new season start without another lovely adventure with our favourite couple. :) So sorry I hadn't any chance to send thank yous to your lovely reviews since the last time. I will work on them shortly.

This adventure is brought to you by a couple of prompts. The first was from guest. The second was from de-lphic on tumblr, who after reading several bathtime bickerings on the kennashbickering tumblr com (add dots between the three italicized words) site, sent in a prompt.

Prompts: There's always a mention of making love in the bath, can you please write a chapter using that as a prompt? (guest) Please make this into a fanfiction! ;) (de-lphic)

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: Not mine. All Reign characters belong to Laurie McCarthy and Stephanie Sengupta and The CW. I'm just playing with them.

Bath Time and More!

"Well, that was a boring dinner," said Kenna, when she walked through the door of their bedchamber. "And a warm one, too." She pulled at her dress that clung to her from the sweat induced by a poorly-ventilated, west dining hall into which the sun shone throughout the afternoon and well into the dinner. It was lovely in the winter when the rest of the castle was so cold, but now that it was late spring, it was already an oven.

Bash followed his wife into their room. "At least you are wearing a dress." Bash gave her a look. "Try wearing all leather. I'm worried that my boots will shrink from the moisture. I'm positively swimming in them."

"Let me summon someone to draw a bath for us before I peel this dress off my body," said Kenna, dropping the fan that she held throughout the dinner that offered a very small amount of relief onto her dressing table before heading toward the door.

Bash sat on the bed and started to remove his boots. "I'm sure that everyone else had that idea, so you might not find anyone."

"Not to worry, my husband," said Kenna, smiling from the door. "We have some very loyal servants." She lifted her eyebrow to emphasize her point.

Struggling to pull his boot off, Bash smiled at his wife. "I'll leave it in your capable hands."

A half hour later, Bash was sitting back in a cooling bath with Kenna laying back upon his chest. This must be what heaven feels like.

"Now isn't this better?" asked Kenna, looking up at her husband's face. Now that they had washed, they were merely soaking to cool their heated bodies.

"It is indeed," said Bash, cupping her face with his hand and leaning down to kiss her. Breaking the kiss, he added, "I won't ask what witchcraft you employed to have this bath drawn so quickly."

Sitting up and twisting to face her husband, Kenna said earnestly, "No witchcraft was involved. I assure you." She placed a finger on his chest and started to draw a line downward. "Merely loyal servants that we pay well to be at our beck and call."

"Is that where our money is going?" asked Bash playfully. "And here I thought you spent it on trinkets."

"To instill loyalty, my husband," said Kenna leaning up to kiss him. "We pay one and a quarter times the going wage for our most loyal servants, with the extra quarter as a reward for getting things done faster, for getting the better things, and for courteous service. Not everyone gets the extra quarter at all times, but they all know that it is available to them, if they do a better job."

"How smart are you to dream up this scheme?" asked Bash, running his fingers over her bare shoulder and down the closest arm.

"Actually, my mother employs it at home," said Kenna, running her hand down his leg beside her. "As a result, the turnover of servants is nearly non-existent."

"Hmmm," asked Bash, reaching to cup one of her bare breasts, completely mesmerized by her. "I can think of other things to discuss than servants in our bath."

Kenna smirked. "And what might that be?" She was in a playful mood.

"Such as how much I want to kiss you right now," said Bash, pulling her to him.

When their lips met, Kenna wrapped her arms about his neck and deepened the kiss. Once they had consummated their marriage, they rarely ended a night without sex and tonight was no different. Heedless of the splashing water, Kenna moved to straddle her husband just behind his growing member. He wasn't quite ready, so there was no point in taking him just yet.

Bash then moved to kiss her jaw and found his way to her neck where he sucked and kissed her pulse earning a moan from his wife. Meanwhile, one hand teased her nipple while the other remained on her back to hold her gently in place.

Not caring to wait for Bash to be ready, Kenna reach down between them and started stroking him and she knew she was doing it right when she heard him suck in his breath near her ear. "God I want you, Kenna."

"It won't be long, my love," said Kenna, breathily while she continued to stroke him. He was almost ready for her.

Bash then started to tease her other nipple with his hand when he realized that she wasn't going anywhere. "How do you like that, wife?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Without answering, Kenna moved and impaled herself upon him. Breathing hard, she asked him, "How do you like that, husband?" God, he feels good. He filled her so completely.

Bash's eyes rolled to the back of his head when she enveloped him. She was so tight that he nearly lost all his self-control. "Don't move." He sucked in his breath between his teeth to release some of the nearly overwhelming sensations. His hands then moved to hold her arms and hence her body in place.

Leaning closer, she waved her pert breasts in front of him. "Maybe you need to focus on something else." It wasn't long before he captured one of them and sucked hard. Kenna could feel the jolt travel straight to her groin and she moaned loudly with reckless abandon, wrapping her arms about his head.

Bash finally moved his hands to her hips signaling that he was ready. Kenna immediate started moving up and down to generate friction between them. Between the movement and the sucking, Kenna quickly neared her high. Hearing the hitch in her breathing, Bash moved one hand between them and started rubbing her nub. The friction of her movements was doing him in, so he sat up a little to change the angle to help him last longer. He wanted her to go first and if at all possible, more than once. With the rubbing, Kenna's breathing starts to accelerate quickly as did her motions. "Oh, yes! Oh yes!"

This urged Bash to rub faster and before long, Kenna screamed his name when she hit her peak and the pleasurable sensations cascaded through her body. Now that he had taken care of her and she started moving once more, Bash laid down against the tub again, his hands gripping the edge of the tub, and he started moving in counterpoint to her motions to continue his build up. The angle and his focus on bringing her pleasure had momentarily kept him from going over the edge, but no more. Pulling her closer and capturing her mouth with his, he pushed his tongue into her mouth while he thrusted into her in unison.

Kenna, for her part, sucked at his tongue hungrily while she built up again. Once more, Bash started rubbing again while he thrusted harder the closer he was to the edge. When he could hold it no longer, he thrusted one final time and brought her over the edge with him much to her surprise that she broke their kiss to scream his name. "Sebastian!" Freed to speak, Bash voiced his thoughts as well, "Oh God, Kenna!" Feeling her pulsating centre milk him out, he moved his hands to hold her face toward him so that each could watch the other recover from that most exquisite ordeal.

When they finally recovered, Kenna looked over the tub. "I think half our bath water ended up on the floor." This was generally the case when their passion overflowed in the bath.

"I can't think of a more noble sacrifice for it," said Bash, laying back and relishing the faint sensations that still remained.

"Yes," said Kenna smiling at her husband. "But if we don't clean it up, it will eventually run to the rugs."

"Must we?" said Bash. He was feeling deliciously languid after that marvelous bout of lovemaking.

"Well, I don't want to call in the servants to clean it up in this state, do you?" asked Kenna, knowing full well what the answer will be.

Looking at her, he said, "I suppose not." He desperately wanted to go to sleep, but it looked like he wasn't going to get his wish until the water was mopped up.

Sensing his hesitation, Kenna thought quickly. "If you help me, I'll make it worth your while once you're ready again." She batted her eyelashes to gain his cooperation.

"Fine!" said Bash sullenly. Why is it that we never remember that this happens every damn time? "Hand me a towel first." Kenna always had the foresight to request a mop and bucket with each bath.

Kenna retrieved two towels on a small table within arms reach of the tub and handed one to Bash. Exiting the bath, Kenna dried herself and wrapped the towel about her body. Bash soon followed and dried himself before tossing the towel on the bed. "Hand me the mop, please."

"You mop and I'll follow with a towel to wipe up the rest," said Kenna, handing it to him and taking one of the towels the servants had set out beside the bucket.

While Bash mopped, Kenna followed behind him on her hands and knees to dry up the rest. What he noticed when he glanced back was that the towel Kenna had wrapped around her didn't fully cover her bottom. Bash couldn't help but smirk at the sight.

Once they were done, Kenna looked over to find Bash sitting on their bed, staring at her with a grin on his face. "Out with it," said Kenna. "What is so amusing?"

"It was a good thing that it was just the two of us," said Bash, taking her hand and pulling his wife to stand between his legs. Reaching behind her and under the towel, he squeezed her buttocks. "For the most part, you were mooning the room."

Kenna was about to voice her indignity, but decided to turn it to her advantage. "Did you like what you saw?" She then ran her hand through his hair. She knew he loved it when she caressed his scalp.

Playing along with his wife, he said, "Maybe I did." He then laid down on the bed, pulling Kenna with him, who squealed when she realized what was happening.

Lying on her side beside him, Kenna asked, "What are you doing?"

"Trying to get my wife into bed," said Bash, raising his eyebrow.

"I suppose you were successful in that," said Kenna, rolling her eyes. "But there were many other ways to accomplish that much more comfortably."

Caressing her arm, he asked, "Are you terribly uncomfortable?"

"No, not terribly uncomfortable," said Kenna looking everywhere but at her husband. "But it might be warmer if the fire was fed and we were under the blankets.

Bash rolled his eyes. "Let me make her majesty warm. I live to serve." He then stood up and threw several logs onto the embers while Kenna moved up the bed and under the blankets. He then walked to the liquor table poured two goblets of wine before returning to bed.

When he was under the covers, he asked "Is her majesty satisfied?"

"I would like my wine now," said Kenna, without dropping a beat.

"Well, you're going to have to sit up if you don't want to turn this into wine-soaked bed," said Bash.

"Spoilsport!" Kenna sat up to take the goblet from him. Taking a sip, Kenna put it down on her bedside table. "That's a sweeter wine."

"It's one in a case I brought back from Portugal, when I was there last," said Bash. "Because it's sweeter than normal wines, I like it for late night consumption."

"I could grow to like this," said Kenna, taking another sip. "Have you many bottles left?"

"This is the penultimate bottle," said Bash. "I'm going to have to make another trip soon, if you really like it."

"I do," said Kenna. "Perhaps we could go on the trip together."

"Hmmm," said Bash. "I'll keep that in mind." He then reached over and tugged at the towel still wrapped around Kenna's body. "Now that the fire is roaring, I'm certain you no longer require this." One final pull and the towel fell off of Kenna.

Putting her goblet down once more, Kenna turned back and looked down before slowly removing the towel and tossing it onto the floor. "I'm certain you're quite right." She then leaned over to kiss him sensually. Her mouth moulding to his and her tongue sweetened by the wine seeking entrance.

Bash took the opportunity to pull her down gently until she was on top of him and then returned the kiss with fervour. Having made love less than an hour previous, there was no need to hurry. They explored one another's mouth for quite some time before Kenna broke the kiss and moved lower, kissing first his breast bone, then his stomach and finally her ultimate destination which was responding favourably to her ministration.

After several kisses, Kenna took his entire length into her mouth and slowly moved to help it firm up and enlarge. "That feels so good!" Bash ran his fingers through her hair while she moved glacially to start off. Slowly, almost agonizingly slow, Kenna continued her motions while she watched Bash's facial expressions of pleasure and listened to the accompanying moans.

"Please, a little faster?" pleaded Bash, whose limbs had turned to jelly from the pleasurable sensations. Kenna sped up a tad to accommodate him, but not enough to bring him over. The result were further rounds of pleads from her husband who desperately wanted more than she was willing to give just yet.

What finally drove him around the bend was when Kenna cupped him and slowly caressed the taut orbs while she moved slowly up and down his length with her mouth. This was torture at its sweetest. Bash arched his back when Kenna started to pull up once more. "Please let me love you! I can't take this any more."

Sensing that she couldn't torture him much more without consequences, when she finally pulled free of him, she said slowly emphasizing each word, "If that is your wish, my husband."

"Yes," said Bash in a strangled voice. He then moved Kenna upon her back and placed her feet flat against the bed. Moving up over her, he lined himself up against her core and pushed in while he lowered himself on top of her. Kenna instinctively wrapped her legs around his back to draw him in deeper so that he could fill her utterly and completely. Clasping her hands to keep most of his weight off of her, he started to move slowly at first.

Savouring the sensations that two bodies joined in love felt utterly wonderful for each participant. Kenna stared at her husband, seeing his eyes close in pleasure for a moment before opening them again darkened with desire, while he moved in and out of her almost languidly. When Bash opened his eyes, he saw his wife's beautiful face in a mask of pleasure caused by him and that hardened him even more.

Slowly, the pace picked up though time seem to stand still for them. Kenna finally felt the buildup accelerate with the pace that Bash set. She gripped his hand clasped to hers to signal what the pleasure was doing to her. "Oh Bash!" Her moans shuddered against the pleasure this act brought to her whole being. When the pace picked up, Kenna started to writhe and add motions all of her own to generate the friction that both of them craved.

When Kenna started to move beneath him, Bash finally let his inhibitions free and thrusted into her with free reign. Between shuddering breaths, he asked, "Do you need help?" He was so closed, he could tasted it.

Unable to speak from the sensations she felt at that moment, she shook her head and gripped his hands tighter and tripped over the edge. "Sebastian!"

Happy that that Kenna had been satisfied, Bash thrusted purposefully until he could hold on no longer and he, too, fell over the edge, shuddering all the while from the intensity of the peak as he spilt into her. Goose bumps covered his body while her centre pulsed and gripped his length to help him empty.

Afterward, Kenna could barely recall the final seconds save for the pleasure that coursed through her over and over again. The intensity clouded her memory in every way but one.

When Bash could finally piece two brain cells together again, he rolled them over and collapsed on his side of the bed, their bodies still intertwined in every exquisite way.

Once the sensual fog lifted, Kenna reached out to caress her husband's cheek. "So, was that worth mopping the floor?

Barely able to keep his eyes open, Bash nodded. "Mm-hmm." Snuggling closer to her, he kissed her cheek. "I love you."

Kenna nodded with a yawn. "I love you, too."

Before long, the pair dozed off exhausted from that evening's exertions and slept until morning.

A/N2: I hope that filled the prompts adequately and was worth the wait. :) Couldn't help but add some bickering in there. ;) Thank you for reading. Please leave a review since I'll be using reviews to gauge interest. :) Would love to hear from you if you have more prompts!