PROMPT: celebrating with a bottle of champagne & taking a bubble bath together.
Set toward the end of season 8.
Bubbly
Champagne was the best idea. Skipping dinner probably was not, and they probably would have paced themselves a little better if they had taken the time to pour glasses, rather than drinking straight from the bottle, but the champagne - Moët & Chandon Dom Pérignon - was like liquid gold.
He could feel its effects in the lightness of his body, see it in dilation of her pupils, taste it on her tongue as it danced with his, hear it in the husk of her voice as she asked him to draw them a bath before stepping away to answer her phone.
Soaking in the lavender scented warmth, he gripped the neck of the bottle, taking a long swig of their elixir as she fumbled back into the room, ridding herself of the heels she had been wearing all day.
She dressed differently now - all pencil skirts and business dresses - not that he was complaining.
He leant over the edge of the tub. Wet, bubble covered hands at her thighs, he slowly began to explore the silken skin beneath her dress and pulled her closer to him.
"You started without me," she complained, reaching for the zip between her shoulder blades.
"Hey, you're the one who rushed off to answer your phone," he said with a smirk, twirling his finger in the air, signalling for her to turn so that he could assist her.
She lowered herself, back turned to him. He pinched the small metal pull between his thumb and index finger, slowly sliding it down its track, dragging his pinky down each inch of newly exposed skin as he did so.
She turned, gripping the edge of the tub to steady herself. "No more interruptions." She pressed her lips to his, soft and sweet. "I promise."
She rose, grabbing the bottle of champagne from his hand as she did. As she took a few steps backward, away from the tub, she brought the bottle to her lips.
They didn't break eye contact as she sipped from the bottle, licking her lips to catch a stray droplet of the liquid. She smirked, no doubt in response to mischievous thoughts running through the ever-growing haze of her mind.
He loved this side of her; free of inhibitions, having shed the stresses of work and life outside of the loft, when her only focus was the two of them. He could watch her for hours.
She placed the bottle on the vanity, shrugged her dress from her shoulders and let the material drop, pooling at her feet.
The last traces of clothing joined her dress before she sauntered over to join him. She lowered herself into the water, settling between his ankles.
"Uh-uh." He shook his head.
"No?"
"No."
He leant forward, grabbing her ankles and pulling them either side of his hips.
Water lapped against them, against the sides of the tub, threatening to spill over the sides, but they didn't care.
"Too far," he said, gripping her hips and moving her body toward him. "I need you right here."
She draped her arms over his shoulders as she shifted onto his lap.
'Right here' was exactly where she wanted to be.
"Better?" she asked, leaning her forehead against his.
"Much."
He brought a hand up, his fingers tangled in her hair as he pulled her in for a long, slow kiss.
"You know what?" he pulled away from her lips, but she chased him unabashedly, her mouth reclaiming his and cutting him off before he could fully verbalise his thought.
She deepened their kiss, running her tongue along the line of his mouth until he let her in. His fingers curled in her hair, gently tugging at the base of her skull eliciting a gasp and an involuntary buck of her hips against his.
"Mmm, what?" she moaned against his mouth, curiosity temporarily trumping desire.
He broke away from her once more, looking admirably into the warm honey gold of her eyes.
"I'm so glad you're home," he whispered his confession. "Like, home home. No more sneaking in and out."
She smiled, eyes burning into his in a shared moment of genuine sincerity. It had been different when they had to hide; she had missed this, being able to be together without reservation, without fear.
"Me too," she said softly, brushing her thumb along his bottom lip.
She traced her fingertips across his jaw, down his neck.
"You know what I want right now?" she asked in a low, sultry tone as her fingertips slowly made their journey across his chest.
"Hmm, what's that?"
She pulled herself closer to him, whispering in his ear. "You."