This is bordering a bit on a higher than T rating. Just bordering, though...
She was in the bathtub. Unlike in the movies, there was nowhere near enough foam to cover her nakedness.
To cover her breathtaking beauty.
He'd gotten to the cabin earlier than usual. Alex had made him chase down some random assholes and "interrogate" them, but he'd seen through it right away. It had nothing to do with the Armory and everything with some ex-boyfriend. He bailed out of there so quickly that the poor devils had probably thought he'd been some sort of apparition.
So here he was. He'd walked in unannounced, for this was his cabin after all, and honestly, he hadn't expected her to decide to take a bath mid-day, with the bathroom door gaping wide open.
Since he was also a vampire, a creature of night and dark shadows, he'd been quiet. And she hadn't heard him over the light pitter patter of the dripping faucet.
Once he'd spotted her, he'd frozen on the spot, standing at an angle that made it impossible for her to see him yet. He knew he needed to make himself known somehow, without embarrassing her, or making her feel uncomfortable, or worse, violated.
But for a few blissful moments, he basked in her beauty. How sensually she moved her half floating body, a glass of red wine in one hand and the other…
Enzo felt himself stiffen in all the right places. Or the wrong ones...
Her free hand was sliding down between her thighs; so casual, so natural was the movement that he knew this was her thing. He licked his lip, clenching his jaw to keep himself from making a sound.
He saw her fingers disappear, and it was as if he could feel just what was under the tip of her fingers.
He wanted to feel it.
He needed to…
With sudden determination, he closed his eyes and took a few steps back. Forced himself to say, "Hello, love!"
He heard the water splash as she must have scrambled into a more sitting position, then a loud "clank" indicated that she'd dropped the glass.
"Oh shit!" She exclaimed and a smile formed on his face.
"You alright, love?" He asked, making himself sound even closer to the bathroom, and as unsuspecting as possible. Problem was, he still had an erection, and couldn't quite think clearly.
He knew he should stay away, but he couldn't. He poked his head into the room, "Everything alright in here…" he trailed off before he'd really asked his question, the inflection of his words going so low it sounded like a statement at best. There she was, out of the tub now, but still dripping wet, and only a small towel barely covering her.
She startled and looked frantically around for a bigger towel. Being quite the gentleman, he took one off the hook close to the doorway and dangled it in front of her. "I'm sorry," he said, "did I interrupt anything?"
She glared at him, heat in her face, but he didn't know whether it was from past arousal or current anger. Either way, it did not help with his own little "problem" that he was now covering with the jacket that he'd taken off moments ago.
"Can't you see I'm trying to take a bath?"
"Oh, I can," he allowed, smirking, "I just didn't realize it was a thing to throw glasses of red wine on the floor as part of the… experience. Is this a new trend I missed?"
"It was an accident."
"The wine, or just the throwing part?" He winked at her. There was a half smile, half annoyed pout in her face.
"I'll give you time to… finish your bath, love. And then why don't we drink some wine together?"
Sometimes he hated himself for wanting to be so proper with her. Part of him - and it was a big part - wanted to have his way with her. Wanted to put his fingers where hers had been just minutes before. Wanted to explore the rest of that gorgeous body…
But he was not that kind of man. Not with her. And he didn't want to alienate her. It was hard enough already to get behind her barriers, he didn't want to ruin the little improvement he'd achieved so far.
So he went back to the kitchen, looking for more glasses and a better wine, and waited for her to come to him and drink. Chastely. But at least together…
…
She hadn't expected him back yet. She'd been mortified when she'd heard his voice. What if he'd seen her? She felt the heat in her cheeks burn her like crazy at the mere thought.
It was also kind of a turn on… if only she could really finish her bath, as she'd intended to. Or, even better, if only he'd actually walked in on her…
But now she was too self conscious, with him waiting not far, the fantasies would have to wait till another time.
What was up with her anyways? Fantasizing about Enzo. Psh. Maybe it was cabin fever.
Or maybe he was just growing on her in more ways than one.
He'd always been objectively hot, yes, but she'd never seen him that way, because…
Because.
Reasons.
...
Reasons could change...