It's a gray Sunday afternoon. Your hair is up in a ponytail. You are wearing a tank top and loose cotton drawstring pants. You are sitting up to your computer with your back to the door when you hear it open and Oliver enter. Soon arms come around you and embrace you tightly. "What are you writing Love?"

"Oh working on a section for a friend's book. New theories about the Zodiac Killer."

He scrunches his nose up. "Bit gruesome don't you think?"

"Perfect way to waste away an overcast afternoon alone. When did you get back?"

"Just now, drove straight through from the airport. I'm dead."

You save your file and turn to him. "Poor Oliver." You smile, observing the weariness in his eyes. "Nice hot bath?"

"Fraid I'd fall asleep right in the middle of it."

"I won't let you."

His eyebrow raises in interest. "You're going to join me?"

"In a way." You smile. "Get undressed. I'll run the bath."

A few minutes later, you are sitting on the edge of the tub, waving your hand in the waters, trying to stir up the bubble bath. Oliver enters in all his unclothed glory. You blush up at him and wolf whistle. He does a body builder pose and manages a cheesy grin. You take your hand out of the water and flick it his direction. "Just get in you."

Oliver slips into the warm sudsy water, audibly sighing as he does so. He leans his head back and you take the opportunity to kiss his forehead. His warm wet hand snakes up to the back of your neck and holds your head in place so that he can kiss you on the mouth.

As you pull away, water rivulets trickle from your neck to underneath the fabric of your top, making you shiver. With a shaky hand, you reach to the bathroom counter and retrieve a washcloth. You dip this in the water and bring it to Oliver's chest. He grips your wrist gently. "You're not coming in?"

You shake your head and delicately disentangle your arm from his. You dip the washcloth again and bring it to his chest, rubbing above and below the waterline with only the thin terrycloth separating your hand from his skin. He is watching you through half-closed eyelids. You bring the towel out of the water and softly scrub your way from his right shoulder and down his arm, repeating the process with the left. When you slide the cloth around his side, it brings your face within kissing distance of his.

Oliver once more takes hold of your wrist. You turn to look at him, locking eyes. As his intense stare threatens to steal your breath away, you feel a tugging on your arm. When you try to pull away, the tugging becomes more insistent and you find yourself falling into the tub, fully clothed.

You are now lying stomach to stomach on top of Oliver, only the soaked through thin material of your pants and tank top separating you from Oliver's nakedness. His grin is predatory. As you open your mouth to protest, he leans forward and kisses you. You decide any protests can wait as you loop your arms around his neck, feeling his hands beginning to lift the hem of your top...

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)