I'll admit that the first thing that popped into my mind with this word prompt was not exactly the purest of thoughts. Thanks, Christina, for ruining my thoughts of bathtubs forever… (no really… THANK YOU!) But then this cute little image popped into my head…. But you couldn't expect me to stay clean and pure for long, could you??


Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: Bathtub

A scream from down the hall awoke me from a sound sleep and a sprung out of bed, tripping over the edge of the area rug in my hurry as splashing joined the noise.

The baby is in the bathroom! Where's Edward?!

From the moment that Meg took her first steps, I had been afraid of something such as this. Waking in the middle of the night to hear her in the bathroom, or under the cabinets in the kitchen. When one of us wasn't around to watch her.

But as I reached the bathroom door, the scene before me took me by surprise.

The screams were actually squeals of laughter as Meg sat in her seat in the tub, splashing in the water... and my poor husband sitting beside it, soaked from head to toe.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying my hardest to keep a straight face.

He turned his head to look at me, giving me a tired sigh. "Your daughter...decided that dinner tonight was fingerpaint and slingshot ammunition instead," he paused, shaking his head. "Do not go into the kitchen. It looks like the apocalypse has come and gone."

I pinched my lips together and folded my arms over me chest. "Why didn't you wake me up? I would have given her a bath."

"Because you were tired," he replied, furrowing his brow slightly as if I'd lost my mind. "I can manage to feed and bathe our daughter."

I walked over to him, leaning down to kiss hiss forehead. "Thank you. I'll go clean up the kitchen."

"Baby, you really don't want to, I promise," his voice carried down the hallway behind me, and I stopped dead in my tracks as I reached the kitchen doorway.

He wasn't kidding.

Pasta and sauce were splattered everywhere, though thankfully, most of it was still on the highchair and dropcloth beneath.

"That is getting the hose," I said to myself, pointing to the chair and the sheet of plastic beneath it.

I was just wiping off the last of the cabinets when Edward walked in, carrying Meg in a hoodie towel. "I think we owe Mommy a big apology, little girl."

I stood up off the floor and faced them, shaking my head with a laugh. "How does someone so small make such a big mess."

She only laughed at me, leaning her head on her father's shoulder and yawning.

"Would you mind getting her ready for bed? I need a shower. I think I even have pasta in my hair," he asked.

"But you've already had a bath, Daddy," I teased, lifting Meg from his arms and into mine.

"Very funny. Not exactly what I had in mind." He narrowed his eyes playfully and leaned in to kiss me gently.

Once I had gotten her changed and settled into her crib, I crossed the hall into our bedroom, hearing the shower still running in the attached bathroom.

Opening the door quietly, I peeked my head in, taking in the sight of my husband through the fogged glass of the shower door. I would never get over how incredibly lucky I was, to not only have married one of the most incredibly handsome men I had ever laid eyes on, but also what an amazing husband and father he had turned out to be. We weren't rich, but we were happy. Which was so much more important.

"Care to join me, peeping Bella?" his voice echoed through the small confines of the bathroom and I felt myself blushing at being caught ogling, even if he was mine to ogle at.

Nonetheless, I wasn't going to pass up a chance at real alone time with him, now that the baby was asleep. Setting the baby monitor on the edge of the counter, I quickly shed my clothing and stepped into the shower behind him, sliding my arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder.

"Get over here before you get cold," he said, pulling me in front of him and I felt the streaming water soaking through my hair and running down my back as I gazed up at him. "You enjoy your nap?"

I smiled at him and nodded, raising my lips to his. "Very much. And thank you for making dinner and giving the baby her bath. I think I just might have to think of a way of making it up to you."

"And how would you manage that?" he asked with a smirk, teasing my lips with his.

I loved it when Edward was in playful moods like this. After all, that was how Meg was conceived. Although that was at a small bed and breakfast we snuck away to for a weekend for our first wedding anniversary, away from the pressures and worries of the outside world for two glorious days.

"I'm sure I can think of something," I whispered, kissing his chin and down his neck, lowering myself onto my knees in front of him. He took a deep breath as I wrapped my fingers around him, slowly gliding them along his length. It had been so long since I had pleasured him this way, always trying to squeeze in time to even make love in-between feedings and diaper changes, and even a slight bout of colic a few months back.

As I circled around the tip, his eyes closed and his hands rested on the wall in front of him, and a loud throaty groan erupted from him as I took him into my mouth. Flattening my tongue along the underside of his cock, massaging him with each descent, his forehead creased and I watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard.

"Oh fuck, Bella," he groaned as my hands rested on his hips, moving my mouth over him rhythmically. His hands moved to take mine, attempting to pull me up but I resisted. The one thing Edward had never done in all the years we'd been together was allow me to fully pleasure him with only my mouth. He'd always stop me just before he would come and make love to me instead.

But not this time.

I pulled my hands from his, never halting my motions and dragging my nails lightly over the skin of his legs before hooking my hands around the back of his thighs.

He hissed between his teeth, his fingers weaving into the wet strands of my hair and his head falling back. God he was a fucking beautiful sight.

"Oh god, I'm gonna come, baby," he said tightly, and I felt the muscles in his legs flex under my touch as he released. His loud moan filled the shower and his hands tightened in my hair, causing my own groan to join him.

Edward had never touched me with anything but an extremely tender hand, with the exception of an occasional passionate night after days of being unable to make love. But never truly rough, and the slight pinch I felt as he tugged on my head didn't hurt as much as it sparked arousal in me.

Releasing him from my lips, I kissed up his body and stood in front of him, sliding my arms around his waist. "How's that for making it up to you?"

He took my face between his hands and kissed me gently. "That was actually... far above and beyond anything I had anticipated. But you didn't get yours, Bella."

"Well then how about this?" I whispered, brushing my lips on his jaw. "I'll go across the hall and check on the baby, and when I come back, I want you on the bed."

His hands ran along my sides as I spoke, and I took his bottom lip between my teeth, biting lightly.

"And I want my husband to fuck me."

His stunned gaze never faltered as I stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly, wrapping my robe around my body and blowing a kiss to him as I walked out of the bathroom door.