"You all right in there?"

I only grin, my legs half-unfolded in the warm water of the tub, feet bracing against the cool porcelain of the far side. When we got the place, that had been one of the main reasons we'd both, I think, turned to each other with giddy smiles. An honest-to-God tub, a place where we could both stretch out and sink beneath the tiny waves and just properly relax. Even if I have a tendency to enjoy scooting that dumb rubber duck in his Christmas sweater around a bit too much.

One eye cracks open as I shoot you a lazy grin, stretching out my reply into a languid drawl.

"Yeah."

I'd tried to read, but the book perches precariously on the ledge at the side of the tub, forgotten as the soothing water works its charms on me.

You're as charming as ever, yourself, even with the sleepiness still so evident in the tangle of your hair and the bleariness of your eyes. Hips slung just so over each side of the toilet and your back resting against the tank, my Star Wars shirt draped in appealing ways around your body.

My smile widens a little bit more, this time not just because of the pleasant currents caressing me.

God, I love you.

Luke Skywalker's face seems thrust out of the cloth a little too prominently, and I can't resist a chuckle when I see why.

"Morning wood?" I ask softly, earning a snort and a sleepy shake of your head. My own shaft bobs lazily in the water, and I give it an experimental roll of my hips, watching the soap eddy around it. I can see the repressed glimmer of a smirk steal across your face, briefly, and the faintest shake of your head.

My only reply is another, answering smirk when I see your hand dip between your legs, slender fingers curling around your sex.

"We could go to the park after this," I observe nonchalantly, teasingly matching the lazy up-and-down of your wrist. "If you want; you know I like the whole picnic idea..."

And it's true- the feel of the breeze on our skin, walking around aimlessly in the park- hopefully not getting lost like the time that'd seen us trudging down trails for far longer than we'd anticipated, coming back home a sweaty, exhausted mess. Even that had been fun, honestly- and the laughter and stolen glances had turned into stolen kisses, and then ones willingly given, and then...

I smile. Even like this, a curl of blonde draped waywardly across your nose and a yawn stealing your very words as you settle in, you remind me of that day.

For a moment, the only sound is the swish of water, a bird outside, and the soft, wet noise of fingers sliding on skin.

"I'm gonna shoot it in the tub," I hear you grumble, amusement not suppressed, when I give you a friendly wave with my tip, sloshing through the water.

"Then we're going to the park," I counter, one hand extended up, shivering as I stretch.

My lips quirk up, and I shoot you a happy wink.

"After the bedroom, silly. Can't let you be the only one..."

A smile, and a splash, and the morning's all a blur, after that.

Inspired by a conversation with a friend in which I posited I could find a way to make any subject cute and sweet. Her topic, cast down as a challenge?

Futa cum baths.

Welp, it's more cumming in the bath, but it's a cute vignette of an adorable couple- what more adventures might they have? Well, we could find out together...

And besides, a proper bath is fucking awesome.

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