Gillian ran her fingers through the bath water, checking the warmth of it, wondering how hot she could dare to go before it reached Cal's threshold for heat tolerance. It was pretty deep too so she switched off the taps before the water displacement their bodies created lifted the water over the edge of the bath tub. She'd put in a vanilla 'milk' which made the water creamy and the room heady but didn't create bubbles.
"Here," Cal entered the bathroom and she turned her head to see him intently watching the two mugs in his hands as he walked towards her.
Gillian smiled and stood to take her mug from him. When she peered inside she could see the entire surface was covered in melting marshmallows. She laughed. "Are you kidding me?"
"You like marshmallows right?"
"Yes," Gillian laughed again. But. Smart ass. Cal gave her a grin as he sipped his drink. She wondered if he had hot chocolate or tea. Gillian sucked a pink marshmallow into her mouth and rolled the gooey softness around her mouth with her tongue until it had dissolved completely.
"Right," Cal put his mug down on the corner of the bath. He stripped off his shirt and jersey in a swift motion, making himself half naked in one move. He undid his jeans and pushed them down, pulling each leg off the end of his foot, along with his socks, keeping perfect balance. Then he was standing there in his underwear and he turned on her, quickly approaching. He took her mug and placed it on another corner of the bath, one down by the plug end.
"I," Gillian started to intimate that she could undress herself but he shushed her gently and started taking her clothes off her. It was... intimate to say the least, the way he concentrated and he didn't even let his hands linger until she was in her underwear and he reached around her to take her bra off.
"You're cold," he noted.
"You dragged me out into the snow," Gillian retorted, shivering, her flesh rising up in tiny little mounds, all over. That might not have entirely been about the cold. Cal gave her a once over, then gestured she should get in. He rid himself of underwear and shoved the bathroom door closed. Gillian stepped over the edge of the bath into the water. It was nice and hot and made her cold skin tingle. She made sure she left room for him.
"Was it not worth it though?" Cal countered, stepping in behind her. He turned her by the shoulder so her back was to him, so she was facing the plug and pushed down on her shoulder to indicate she should sit. They jostled and slipped until they were settled comfortably, Cal resting against the curve of the back of the bath, Gillian between his legs, leaning against the curve of his chest.
"Was so worth it," Gillian agreed, thinking again of the beautiful angel and the way the ice shards flew through the black night like thousands of miniscule lights. "We should go back tomorrow. See them all finished."
"All right," Cal agreed easily. She could feel him reach for his drink. Hers was all the way at the other end of the bath now. She sat forward to retrieve it, using his legs for leverage. Gillian had to keep her knees bent otherwise she wouldn't fit; her bath was not designed for two people. When she lay back against Cal again he wrapped his left arm around her waist loosely and leaned into kiss her neck. His right arm came around her, higher than the left, so he pressed against the edge of her breasts which made her feel squirmy inside; she figured he'd finished his drink already. When it was cool enough he tended to just drink the rest of it. His right hand, she noted, was hotter than the left. He sighed against her neck as he nuzzled with his nose and it made her smile. "No bubbles," Cal muttered.
"Aw sorry," Gillian responded on a light laugh. "I used something else." She sucked another marshmallow from the sludge of them in the top of her drink. It was already starting to get cold. The beverage, not anything else. Or did it just feel like that because the water was hot and Cal's body hotter?
"Next time," Cal murmured.
"Ok," Gillian agreed readily. He wanted to take baths with her? With girly smelling bubble bath? Ok. That was fine by her. She dropped her left hand to cover over his, pushing her fingers between his from above. He shifted them slightly to give her more room, then squeezed again when they were in place. "It was a really nice evening Cal."
"That's good."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome darlin'. Was my pleasure." He pressed another gentle kiss against her temple, holding her tightly, lovingly. It almost felt like he gave a content smile. "How's your cocoa?"