♨ The Bathing Meme

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ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ.


Rules
↳ 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. Anything goes!
↳ Sex 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. Aww, 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 ;
Anything else that may have been forgotten!

Comments

[curtailment]

[ he tilts his head obligingly, opening his mouth a second after she does to swipe his tongue over her bottom lip. he feels so warm and comfortable with her.

...only for a second, though. he pulls away abruptly. ]

Did you brush your teeth yet?

[deviantlyhates]

Typical... [ She sighs when he pulls away, her breath warm. She has half a mind to tease him, to say that she hasn't.

But she doesn't. ] I have.

[curtailment]

[ grunts, apparently satisfied, and leans back in. he doesn't move much closer, but they're pretty close together already in any case. ]

[deviantlyhates]

[ Yet again she presses her mouth to his. Her hand quickly moves from his shoulder to his neck to the back of his head, feeling his damp hair between her fingers. ]

[curtailment]

[ he moves softly, tilting his head slightly to make sure their noses don't bump. her hand feels nice in his hair, but it keeps reminding him that her hair isn't combed.

with some force of effort, he pushes that thought out of his mind. instead of talking, he opens his mouth slightly to carefully move his tongue to her mouth. ]

[deviantlyhates]

[ There is an initial, small amount of surprise before her tongue earnestly meets his. It effectively locks their mouths together, and the red flush returns to her cheeks as she closes her eyes. A finger of hers continues to twirls a strand of his dark hair idly; her other arm is thrown over her shoulder. Before she knows it, she's pressing up against him. ]

[curtailment]

[ it's just like her to move so quickly and surely. levi responds the way he usually does — returning the action, movements restrained and tight.

he shifts to lean one side against the bathtub, pulling away for just a moment to breathe. ]

You sure you want to just stay in here forever? [ their fingers are going to get all wrinkly. ]

[deviantlyhates]

[ Even if he pulls away, she appears content. She feels great, he feels great. Life's great. ] ...M-mm.

We can... go somewhere else? [ To his room maybe--? ]

[curtailment]

Yeah.

[ it's nice in the bath, but spending more time than necessary in the bath makes him feel slightly nauseous in the end. so he climbs out of the bathtub, hand lingering on her shoulder just briefly before he steps out onto the floor. he dries off and dresses quickly and efficiently, picking up the comb and shaking the water off of its teeth. ]

My room. Come on.

[deviantlyhates]

So impatient... [ She teases, but really? She is, too. Hange grabs a towel she set beside the bath, only changing into what she needs to. ]

[curtailment]

Tch. [ turning away already. he didn't bring his cravat with him, because really, he doesn't need to wear that on his way to and from the bath. it's already late anyway.

his room is neater than hange's is, of course, which is why he decided to go there instead of her room. he puts the comb down and starts unbuttoning his shirt as son as they're both inside the room and the door is closed. ]

[deviantlyhates]

Here, let me... [ She moves over to him, reaching out to his shirt, fingers going to interlace his. She's feeling amicable enough to do this, to unbutton his shirt for him.

There's just something sexy to be able to undress him, she'll admit to herself. ]

[curtailment]

[ he complies, and though their fingers tangle they get through the buttons quickly. once it's off he places it haphazardly (by his standards) on the back of a chair. he puts one hand on her hip, and flicks some hair out of her face with his free hand. ]

You still want that bet?

[deviantlyhates]

[ She move closer, looking down at him. ] Ah... bet?

[ Maybe it's because of whatever was in the bubbles in that bath, or maybe she genuinely forgot... but it seems this bet he's talking about has escaped her. His hand on her hip is distracting, anyway. She places her hands on his shoulders. ]

[curtailment]

[ he's still distantly annoyed that he has to look up at her, but he's mostly gotten over that by now. ]

Keeping clean. [ picks up a lock of wet hair with his fingers. ] You're not really off to a great start, are you?

[deviantlyhates]

This is... [ She takes his hand in hers, bringing it away from her hair-- ] Clean. Not dirty.

[ She WAS just in a bath, you know. And what does she do next but guide his hand to her chest, pressing his palm to her breast. 'Touch me here, stop messing with my hair for once'. It's an invitation. ] You should be happy with that much, right?

[curtailment]

Clean means neat. It's still a fucking mess.

[ it's still tangled. but he lets her take his hand. her skin feels warm, and he drags his hand down and to her hip on the other side. then he leans up just a little, frowning, and waits impatiently for her to meet him halfway. ]

[deviantlyhates]

I comb my hair... tomorrow.

[ She leans down to him, her lips brushing over his. ] Promise.

[curtailment]

Right.

[ he has his suspicions, but he takes the kiss, anyway. after a second, he lowers his head the small distance he needs to just lightly brush his tongue along her neck and press a kiss to her collarbone. ]

[deviantlyhates]

[ Who knew how well she would be responding to his tongue along her skin? Or how sensitive she is? It happens to send a pleasing shiver down her spine already. Her fingers drum upon his shoulders, and she shifts her weight from one leg to the other before moving forward so that he'll have to back up too, towards the bed. ]

[curtailment]

[ he moves back as directed. there's nothing to trip on in his room, of course, so it's a clear path. when the backs of his legs bump into the bed, he pauses, hooks his arms over her shoulders, and pulls her down. ]

[deviantlyhates]

[ She falls over him, and she's now straddling him. It's her turn to lean over him, to go directly to his lips once again. She places pepped kisses from the corner of his mouth, trailing along his jawline, to his neck, where she lingers. The kiss becomes more wet and slow than not there. She's enjoying that she may be pleasing him. Or teasing him, too, as he has such trouble with messy things. And one has to admit that what they're doing is not the cleanest of acts. ]