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The Bathing Meme

Scrub-a-dub-dub, this meme is ridiculous. No, really. This is a meme about taking a bath. Silly.

- Post your character with name, series, and preferences as the subject header.
- Reply to other characters, using the RNG (1-7) to choose a bath type from the list below.
- Characters bathe. Or other things involving a bath. Whatever, dudes. Anything goes!
- Sexy times and/or triggery material may pop up in threads. Please be conscientious toward your fellow roleplaying buddies!

1. Bubble Bath: Here, the characters are sharing a humongous bubble bath with all the froth they can handle. The scent is delicious, the water is warm—go on, enjoy yourselves!
2. Shower: Perhaps not as fun as a bubble bath, but hey, at least it's built to accommodate two. Don’t slip!
3. Hot Tub: A whirlpool of warmth and—mm. Don't mind me. I'll just be sinking in.
4. Hot Springs: An outdoors bath is good, too, right? Or maybe this is part of a hotel. Either way, it sure is steamy.
5. Decadent Bath: There could be bubbles here, or maybe just those wonderful smelling oils and salts. Awwww, yeah. This bath probably cost a small fortune, so you should enjoy it while it lasts.
6. Lake: In case the hot springs weren't rugged enough for you, here's an actual lake, complete with waterfall for all your rinsing pleasures.
7. Other: Bathe in a shoebox for all I care!

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[ Wasn't it nice that the modest place Eliot chose to stay in included a decadent bath? Ironic considering what they said about French bathing, but it was one of the requirements Eliot set up. After all, he expected to be getting into scuffles for this job, and a nice bath would do his tired muscles good.

Of course, he didn't expect to make up with the trickster before then, or have his bathroom taken over by the fanciful god.

Tired of waiting, Eliot walked right into the steamy bathroom and slowly began stripping off his clothes. ]

Out. It's my turn.

[ The water wasn't too piping hot. Frost giants weren't much of a fan of the steaming hot temperatures, what with the whole it-makes-us-shrink deal. But it was just the right spot, somewhere between lukewarm and pleasant, with as many sweet smelling oils and fragrances as he could blend together without it being suffocating.

Just perfect, really. Loki had his eyes closed as he leaned back against the padded edge of the tub, practically dozing off but interrupted when the door opened, and he creaked one eye open at the command.

Out? Unlikely. ]

No. [ Loki raised his feet out from the other edge of the large tub, crossing his ankles after a satisfying stretch. And he closed his eyes again, not about to have such an argument. ] Be patient, wolf, you can have it when I'm finished.

You are finished. [ The growl was made without menace, but Eliot continued stripping himself of his clothes. First went the simple shirt that he seemed so fond of wearing over his long sleeves, then the thin blue shirt that he liked wearing close to his skin.

They were discarded idly into the laundry basket before he started unbuckling those tight denim pants that needed to be peeled before they could be removed properly. In order to do that, Eliot sat on the edge of the overtly large tub and looked over his shoulder at the relaxed god.

He snorted a few times trying to get the overwhelming stench out of his sensitive nose before he ultimately gave up. ]

I can't smell a thing with how you're pourin' in oils like it's goin' out of fashion. I'm not payin' for those things. [ Of course Eliot was, they both knew it, but it was the principle of the matter that he stated he wasn't anyway. ]

[ Oh, he most certainly was not. Loki had spent enough time getting his fancy bath all set up, Eliot wasn't about to just steal that away from him. This had taken effort.

At least he had a nice show to watch during his bath. Loki's brow arched as he watched Eliot undress, perhaps helping with a magic flick of his hand unbuttoning a button or two here or there. It was nice. And all the more reason Loki wasn't keen on getting out just yet.

And his oils and scents were not an overwhelming stench, thank you very much. It was sweet, pleasant, and soothing. ]

Then don't. You're not the one using them, after all. [ Not that Loki was paying for anything either, as he slid down further into the water until it touched his chin. ]

[ Eliot's glare was one of annoyed amusement when every so often one of his buttons would be undone before his fingers could reach. He couldn't complain about the help though, and when the buckle got removed a lot faster than he would've done it, his brow arched up at the trickster's antics. ]

Still don't like'm. [ It wasn't so much as the smell of it as how strong it was to his wolf's senses. It masked the smell of his alpha completely and made the retrievalist somewhat edgy from losing such a major sense.

His pants came off next in an exercise of peeling as he extracted his muscular limbs from the tight sheathing denim. Left only to his boxers now, he glanced back to where Loki was still occupying the tub. ]

Come'on, get. It's my turn. [ He took the last piece of clothing off and threw it into the laundry basket as well. ]

[ A show he could definitely appreciate, watching Eliot peel off layers until he was in nothing but his boxers - a Midgardian garment that more often than not baffled the god. All the more reason he refrained from his own.

The scents and oils in his bath were just right, the water temperature perfect, and he hadn't been in long at all. Eliot trying to take away this little reprieve of his was almost insulting. He had such a long day of scheming and mischief behind him, surely the wolf could wait another half hour for Loki to be finished with it.

Apparently it was not the case. But the god of Mischief wasn't going down without a fight. He worked hard on this bath and earned it, damn it.

With a frown, Loki shifted and slid down into the tub, under the water's surface. He folded his arms over his chest in defiance, ready to turn the water into ice if the wolf tried to pry him out.

Try it, Eliot. He can wait. He can fashion a pair of gills if you take too long, you know. ]

[ Glaring at the petulant looking god, Eliot crossed his arms over his chest too and stayed where he was sitting by the water's edge. It was a large tub big enough for two for sure except Loki was sprawled all over the bottom. Unless Eliot wanted to get in on top of his lover, he could only remain sitting outside and stare.

Considering how the god probably could breathe under water, it was a staring contest he was going to lose. ]

Damnit, fine, move over. I'll soak with you. [ He started muttering under his breath about the water better be warm.

It was not his fault that the god took forever to prepare the damn bath. With how much things the trickster placed in there Eliot would've thought Loki was trying to marinate himself. ]

[ Ah, victory.

Under the water's surface, Loki's grin could easily be made out. See? Trickster gets what trickster wants. And a sweet smelling, warm, relaxing bath was only half of what he really wanted after all.

Once Eliot agreed to join him, the trickster's eyes closed. A moment later, he disappeared entirely from the water. Or, seemingly. At least now there was enough room for Eliot to get in and make himself comfortable.

And Loki would return once the wolf had done so. Eliot just had to hurry his pretty self up. ]

[ Eliot blinked when he found himself suddenly facing an empty tub. Wasn't the god being disagreeable or was that all just to pull his tail? ] Hey, where'd ya go?

[ Shaking his head in confusion, he wasted no time in climbing in, sighing softly as the warm water enveloped him and soothed his joints.

He was a young man but living as rough as he had, his joints could always use the comfort.

Settling back into the tub where Loki had been moments before, Eliot made a soft noise of satisfaction as he soaked up to his shoulders. Due to Loki's lower temperatures the bath was not as hot as he would wish, and it still smelled strong enough to clog his nostrils, but he suppose it was acceptable still. More than acceptable. ]

Mmm, yeah, this is good.

[ Lower temperatures that Eliot now knew the reason for, at least. And did not turn away from. All the more reason Loki was still here, more than relieved to find someone not repulsed by his true nature.

He waited, waited just long enough for Eliot to relax and settle in. Once those pretty eyes closed, that was the right cue for him to join in once more.

Loki resurfaced, appearing in the bath once more this time settled comfortably in Eliot's lap, soaked with warm water running down over his eyes. He grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the wolf's lips as his arms slid around Eliot's shoulders, all the more relaxed now that he had someone to snuggle up to in his bath. ]

I told you it would be.

[ Eliot wasn't surprised by the disappearing act his lover was so fond anymore. Although unexpected, something he should have known better, the second Loki's weight settled, he was already wrapping his arms around the god's slippery waist. ]

Mmmmn.

[ Making a pleasant hum in agreement without opening his eyes, Eliot let his lips to be teased into a pleased smile before he felt Loki's press against them. Soon after, his trickster was settled comfortably around in a relaxing, unassuming cuddle. Damnit, he was getting soft. ]

You schemed this.

[ Yet whatever his words may be, there was only amusement in his accusation. ]

[ It was a fun act. One of his favourite ones, actually. The looks he would get on the people he surprised were the best part. He did so love surprised reactions.

But this, he had to admit, was definitely better than that. The way Eliot's strong arms wrapped around him and held him nice and secure, the warmth of his wolf's body against his, it really was better than a surprised look and a laugh. He smiled, fingertips brushing across Eliot's bottom lip to his chin.

And he laughed, just a little bit. His wolf may be getting soft, but sometimes, that's what Loki likes about him. ]

I did not. Scheming would imply I had something particularly fiendish in mind.

[ Eliot gets one more kiss, before Loki rests his head on the wolf's shoulder. ]

This was just well planned.

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5 - Because he can appreciate a nice, expensive ... uh... bath?

so can trickster

Oh, I'm sure he can.... If someone doesn't interrupt.

/pout

Share?

... mebbe.

As long as he stops hogging.

... no.

Hey now...

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