You closed the bathroom door behind you with a sigh. Your whole body ached from the high amounts of stress you had endured during the long week, and you couldn’t be happier it was Friday.
You turned on the bath taps, watching the hot water spurt out. You could already imagine lying in the bath, the swirling water soothing your sore limbs. You smiled at the thought and began to discard your clothing, tossing them to the floor as the bath began to fill with clear water.As you slid off your last sock as threw it to the floor, you couldn’t help but notice a large bottle of bubble bath sitting on the shelf.
It had an Italian flag on it, so it must be your boyfriend’s. You smiled as you squeezed the milky liquid into the bath, causing millions of pure white bubbles to form in the swirling water.You stepped slowly into the hot water. The bubbles tickled your legs as you took your time to get used to the heat. You let out a loud sigh of pleasure as you let your body sink deeper into the water.
When your ears were fully covered by water, you relaxed, listening to the slight gurgle of moving water. The quiet drips from the tap. Everything felt so intense and amazing. There was also the fact that the bubble bath smelt delicious; a beautiful vanilla smell that thrilled your nostrils with each breath.Everything seemed so peaceful as your hair swirled around your head. You never wanted this to end. But sadly, your wishes would not come true tonight.
“Oh, ________!” Feliciano, your boyfriend, called as he swung open the closed door. You gasped and sunk deeper into the bubbles, trying to hide your naked body from your boyfriend’s wide stare.
“I closed the door for a reason,” you cried, pushing the bubbles up to cover your chest. Feliciano closed his eyes and sniffed the steamy air, his soft lips curving up into a smile.
“Oh! You used my new Italian bubble bath!” he cheered. You smiled up at him, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. You looked back at the bubbles that filled the bath, half expecting Feliciano to leave and make some pasta. Half.Your gaze flickered back up to the shirtless Italian man, who was now undoing the last buttons on his pants.
“W-what are you doing?” you choked, staring at his soft, tanned body. Yes, you had seen him shirtless plenty of times, and sometimes pantless, but now he was taking off his underwear. Your cheeks flushed a bright scarlet and you shielded your eyes from the now naked man standing before you, your forearms covering your chest.
“What’s wrong?” he asked cheerfully, his Italian accent stronger than ever. You slowly slipped your fingers away from your eyes, but quickly covered them again.
“Y-you’re naked!” you said. You loved your boyfriend dearly; you just weren’t used to seeing a man’s ‘you know what’. Feliciano’s smile faded into an unhappy pout.
“Don’t you want to see me naked?” he cried. You shook your head, removing your hands from your eyes.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” you smiled, but not disconnecting your (e/c) eyes from his honey ones. His large smile returned as he began to step into the hot bath water.
“What are you doing!?” you asked, pulling your legs up to your chest, your flaming blush returning. Feliciano sat down quickly, causing a small tidal wave of bubbles and water to crash into you.
“We can have a bath together! We can save water and be ready for bed at the same time!” he laughed, splashing you slightly with the bubbly water. You sighed, your lips twitching into a smile. You needed to chill out.
Anyway, your boyfriend was Feliciano Vargas, the man that did not understand personal space. What did you expect?You slowly let go of your chest and splashed him back, forgetting about your earlier insecurities. But when those amazing brown eyes stopped on your chest again, you covered them up, your insecurities flooding back.
