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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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She didn't seem inclined to rise from him as such, knowing that'd probably end up swamping them once they got vigorous -- better to roll her hips, grind against him (and him inside her, really). She kept the rhythm slow, buoyed by the water, and in the meantime kept kissing him. Now and then she broke for air, grinning a flushed grin as she did, and at one of those breaks she progressed to kissing along his jaw, down his neck, running lips and tongue over pale, warm skin.

Now that his mouth was free, the man let a groan escape him. Even if they were moving slow, she was slick and tight around him, and he couldn't help but respond to that. He tightened his grip in her hair, casting her a heated look even if she hadn't paused to look back at him. There were times when going slow was a fun little game, but he was quickly beginning to think that this was too torturous to be one of them.

Kay, on the other hand, seemed to intend to take it easy today -- or rather, take it easily. She had established a slow grinding rhythm of her hips over hers, and was creating little waves that lapped against him, small ones, but enough that the spring was picking up her motions and supporting them. She hardly had to do a thing, given over to the momentum. It was divine, now and then eliciting little full-body shivers from the redhead perched on his cock.

Catching his look, she grinned a hot, slow little grin, and slid her lips up his throat once again to find his lips. This one had an engaging, encouraging sense to it as she teased his lips open again, considering how well he'd reacted last time. Slow, tortuous, yes, maybe, but also deliriously good.

He made another muffled noise as she kissed him again, appreciative and a little faint with need. Likewise, his hips moved under her with a growing insistence. Aaron brought his hands down around her back, his nails digging into her as he sought other ways to release pent up lust. He was beginning to want to flip the woman over to have his way with her... but he knew better, at least for the moment. She could guide them this time, seeing as how they were on vacation and all.

It'd be easy enough to flip her, given the way that the water gave that slight anti-gravity feeling -- she was even lighter than normal, relatively speaking. That said, the arms she'd cast around him brooked no argument, nor did her parted thighs.

She gasped, pleased as he let her know in all sorts of ways just how he was feeling, and obliged in her own way, rocking on him with more vigour than she had. The fact that she wasn't properly drawing up and pressing down meant that her cunt could keep the wetness it generated itself, and that was a boon: the way she slid around him as she rocked her hips was delicious as much for her as for him, and finally Kay moaned aloud.

The sound of her voice was gorgeous. Aaron gripped her more tightly for a moment, leaning up to bite her lip. "Louder," he murmured, when she was close enough for him to speak in her ear. They were alone out here, after all, weren't they?

That demand sent a goosepimply shudder through her, though considering how pink she was already she couldn't flush further. She grinned back at him, breathless and broad, and leaned in, nuzzling into his hair, her mouth not far from his ear and, rocking her hips harder to replicate the feeling that'd elicited it before, repeated the moan.

Aaron sighed, the sound alone sending a surge of need through him. "More," he hissed, hips rocking more urgently against her. Though she wasn't fucking him as vigorously as usual, she'd managed to push him beyond a place of merely relaxed enjoyment. With the way that he was moving now, it was clear that he was getting close to climax.

They'd done this enough that she had a good idea of his signs and signals, and she had to laugh to herself that she'd driven him up so thoroughly. So much for a lengthy fuck -- well, she couldn't really complain. Her cunt was clamouring for more, itself, and given half an excuse she was happy to oblige.

Gasping, Kay's demeanour changed. Her hips bucked demandingly, rocked with more vigour as she tried to get what she could out of him, drive him over the edge and drive herself that way too. Soon she was shuddering and moaning obligingly, enough to send echoes off the rockface and eclipse the babbling of the spring's adjoined brook. "Yes," she barked against the side of his head, hands clutching his shoulders for stability. The water lent a peculiar flavour to the fucking, moving Kay as much as she moved herself, making her bucking almost drunken.

It was that quality that seemed to be throwing him for a loop, too, for as she rocked over him, gasping and moaning, the blonde seemed to reach a steadier place -- close to orgasm but not quite enough to throw him over the edge of it -- where he grasped tightly at her and tried to move with her just so.

He gasped, the breath catching in his throat as he listened to her. Every roll of her hips sent a shock through him, but he couldn't quite...

After a few minutes of this, the blonde dug his nails into her hips, snarling, and he lashed up at her jaw with a demanding bite.

That drew a sharp-edged cry from her, coaxed to a greater high by the sharp-edged hint of roughness. They were both throbbing and it was hard to tell where his desirous thrusts began and her own ended… but then, it hardly mattered; what helped her helped him and vice versa.

She buckled down and took more control herself, moving despite the water and bucking against him with harsher, more deliberate motions. It sent the water to choppy ripples but it was doing the job, at least for her.

His hands at her hips would register little shudders, echoed within her by the way her cunt was fluttering with the first hints of orgasm looming. She bowed her head and gasped, rocking hard and with purpose -- coming, harder, digging nails into his shoulders as her cunt grabbed at the length of his cock.

If anything, feeling the sudden change in her body's reactions was enough to push him that little bit further, all that he needed. He snarled again, the noise swelling into a gasp of pleasure as his own body went taut. His hips pumped against her as she propelled him to his own climax, and he nearly cried out with the pleasure of single-mindedly filling her up.

The high didn't last terribly long, he having been balancing on the edge of orgasm for so long as it was. He sank back into the water when he was finished, grasping at her desperately to pull her close. He was suddenly feeling flushed, almost woozy, but at the same time he was pumped so full of endorphins that he didn't think he could move if he tried.

Kay took longer to come down from the peak of orgasm, actually encouraged to greater heights by the overheating that was making her partner a little woozy. Nonetheless, once he finished and began to relax, she leaned into him, shuddering and happy. Arms around his neck, she gasped, her own body relaxing muscle by muscle, letting the water buoy her.

She grinned at him breathlessly, irreverent mere moments after coming. "Good show," she panted.

"You take the cake," he murmured back at her, arms squeezing her briefly. "I need out," he soon told her, however, reaching behind him for the towel he'd laid out before entering the pool. "You want some water?" The wine, the heat, the orgasm... they were all vying to sabotage his ability to stand upright, let alone climb out of a slippery pool. Would it be okay if he crawled back to camp?

"I'm good," and she really, really was. The further she came down from orgasm, the more lax every muscle felt, and Kay was grinning a gentler grin than her usual sharp-edged thing.

Still, she was sensitive to the heat of him, and -- most reluctantly -- she climbed off of her lover, floating to anchor herself on the ledge he was sitting on. "Cool off a bit." He'd feel fresher once his poor human body wasn't so flushed.

He was pink. Her eyelids drowsed and she admired the man as he climbed out of the rocky pool to perch on the tufa.

"Mm, you are at that," he cast a grin at her over his shoulder, giving himself a brief pat down with the towel before he wrapped it around his waist. At that point, it was simply a matter of navigating his way over the slick tufa rock over to their much more sensibly located camp-sight, which, admittedly, was a treacherous journey at best. He didn't return for a few minutes, but when he did, it was with a water-bottle, and he was looking a lot less flushed than he had been. His hair was still damp, but he did manage to dunk his feet in the water at the edge of the pool, toes wriggling in the warmth. "So you're going to grow a fish-tail and live in there forever, huh?" he asked, holding the half-full water bottle her way despite her attesting to not needing the refreshment. He knew better.

"Mmmm. Fuck fins," she said dreamily, floating in the spring. When he'd gone, she'd taken to spread-eagling in the water again, floating just at the top of the water. She cracked an eyelid and finished, "I'll grow tentacles and become a jellyfish. They know the score."

Still, she rolled over in the water languidly, pulling herself to the edge and snagging the offered water bottle. Taking a sip, she even crawled from the spring, dripping hot droplets and grinning sleepily his way. "Thanks."

"Yup," he responded, directed over the water. As for the tentacles, however, he warned her, "that might be a deal breaker, y'know. I've never been a great fan of the thought of boneless poison-darting barbed monstrosities."

Kay laughed at some part of what he'd said and gave him a sly look -- but then again, she let it lay. No need to delve into the realm of hentai, Aaron wasn't much like Razzie had been in any respect. "Fine."

Demonstratively, she went to drape herself across his be-towelled lap, stretching out luxuriously and then holding his water bottle back up his way. "I may still go boneless, though."

"Absolutely any man's dream," he drawled, though he certainly couldn't complain. He had a beautiful, naked woman draped across his lap. He took the water bottle absently, set it aside, and placed a hand on one of her breasts with an appreciative air rather than a sneaky one.

Appropriate, given that it was hard to be sneaky given such a context. She grinned up at him, drowsy and pleased. "Better be. This is halfways your fault." She was as warm as the spring to his touch, and wafts of steam, faint but there, attested to both her heat and the ambient humidity. His towel wasn't staying dry long.

He didn't seem to mind all that much, even though they hadn't packed more than two towels, which meant that this one was going to need to be strung up for a while before it was of much use! "You were the one doing most of the work," he fondly recalled, freeing up his other hand to run fingers through her still dripping hair.

She made a face as he caught knots, but let him keep at it, comfortable as she was. She cast an awkward arm around him and grinned up, wicked and pleased. "Figured I might've owed you one good hold-you-down fuck," she let the blonde know.

"It was a good start..." he teased, drawing the taunt out as his hands tugged at her hair briefly. He might have even thought of giving her another go, if he weren't feeling so pleasantly groggy. As it was, he was enjoying toying with her as she draped across him, going so far as to tweak her nipple delicately, testingly.

That drew a look from her, not disapproving, but knowing, smirking, and too lazy to do anything proper. "Don't tell me you're looking for another round," she told him. "Do I have to drag you back into the water?"