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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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"What's this about mouths now?" Kay grinned up at him, the hand she'd cast around him sliding up his back -- not quite able to reach the back of his head without sitting up, though, she settled for running fingers up his neck. "I like this about mouths."

He displayed his teeth in a wide grin, running his tongue across them after a moment. "Do you, now." His hand had wandered lower, brushing over her mons before tracing lightly up her stomach again.

That drew a sigh from her, and another grin -- more correctly a continued grin. Her eyelids drowsed as his fingers dipped, and she writhed a little to get a more comfortable draped pose. "You're not helping your cause. I might leap you again, ready or not."

"Isn't that what vacations are for?" he asked, chuckling. He honestly couldn't help himself; Kay was always an attractive partner to have around, and he enjoyed having her sprawled like this, like his own personal plaything. He wouldn't say that, of course, but when she responded to his hands like that, the only thing he could really consider was continuing. She was far too tempting, and there were no other distractions around.

The only problem with this scenario, however, at least for him, was that while sitting on the tufa created by the calcification of the pool was smooth, it was also not particularly soft. He'd rather be sitting somewhere better cushioned. All knew his backside was not!

He allowed his hand to dip lower again, pushing the wish for better seating out of his mind for now. Smiling down on her warmly, fond but heated, too, he slipped fingers between her legs. With any luck, she'd still be at least a little lubricated from their earlier shenanigans.

Given their outing, the location seemed to be the option of tufa or camp gear, and their skinny inflatable mattresses might have been softer, but the tent was not so roomy as the outdoors proper. Here, Kay could stretch out, half of her on Aaron's lap and half curled on the tufa, too -- Aaron could stretch out, too, if he chose, and at least his feet were staying warm, in the pool. The breeze from down the craggy hill was not so cheerily heated, and their tent would be similarly cool.

Kay was still slick. Her floating about hadn't contained much washing of herself, so her labia, still residually plump, were smooth and wet too. She sighed, pleased, lips parting and eyes closing for the time being as she focused on his fingers.

Inevitably, he had chosen to stay right here, rather than bother with the trek back to their camp. Kay made a good case just by being hot, wet and naked, not to mention draped across his lap. The blonde smiled contentedly, fingers toying with her, gathering lubrication, before he slipped a single digit past her labia and into her cunt.

He was, of course, met with further wet. She groaned gently, offering encouragement, her thighs parting a bit more to let his hand rest between them. She bent her knees and propped her legs up, curling her hips a little to meet his attentions, and, enjoying the way he played with her, sighed and wore a grin that echoed his.

Second orgasm of the evening always took a little longer, but Kay was happy enough to let them take their time about it. Maybe by then he'd be up for a round three.

Insatiable git, that was the very definition of the woman he was half-cradling before him. Never the less, just at this moment she was innocuous enough that he couldn't possibly blame her. Her reactions were certainly helping her case.

"Like that?" he murmured, finger gliding against the roof of her cunt with a lazy, questing intent.

She breathed a moment of a laugh at the question, opened her eyes long enough to grin up at him. "Naw," she teased, "these are sighs of agony." She demonstrated, and writhed a little even, the impression of discomfort deeply unconvincing -- particularly when he crooked his fingers just like that.

"Oh, good," he retorted, crooking his finger like that again. "I do enjoy tormenting you." There was something deliciously comforting about their two-faced interactions: for him, it called back to their earlier -- her later -- relationship with him, where double-meanings or opposite meanings were their bread and butter. He'd toned them back quite a lot, but this held a note of tender nostalgia.

Of course, now and then it made her curious, and sometimes when he found himself getting nostalgic she'd scrutinize him hawkishly -- but never ask, following her own convoluted code of behaviour around time travel and temporal spoilers. It was almost too much already to know that there was something between them in the future.

Just then, however, all he got was a brief squint, and a curled grin. There were certain patterns of behaviour she'd sussed out over the years, and here with a smirk, as she arched her hips into his hand, she offered, "well, fuck you, then." Her eyelids drowsed again.

"I think it's me who's doin' that," he replied without the least bit of vitriol. The arm that he'd wrapped around her to better help her cuddle in against him stroked at her back idly, his other hand rocking long fingers into her body with a reliably steady rhythm.

She laughed, conceding the banter victory to him. It was more fun to relax back into the sex, besides.

It was good to be able to do as much, leaning up against him and letting him do his work, and good work it was. Experienced fingers were teasing her up in just the ways she liked, and curled back into his grip she sighed and gasped her circuitous way towards another orgasm. She even managed not to be too squirmy for him, though soon enough she was aroused enough that it was an effort. She'd squeezed her eyes shut and was panting in the humid air, legs curling and then casting out as he worked her well.

Aaron considered refraining from allowing her to finish what he'd started, but he knew that there'd be some serious repercussions, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to deal with the fallout of a horny and unfulfilled partner when he was out in the woods on his own... she might make it up to him in spades.

Besides, the flavour of the moment called against such shenanigans. The blonde held her close, his grin turning distinctly smug as he brought her closer to climax. "You're beautiful," he let her know, given to the faintest hint of mushiness after a couple of glasses to drink and an extremely relaxed couple of days.

"And you're -- ah -- not given to flattery." She went to the effort to tease even in the throes of passion as she was. She did cast him a look, though, brief through the haze of arousal that she was at the mercy of, and ran one hand up his chest to his face so that between spasms her fingers ran over his cheek.

He spared a moment to kiss her wandering hand, though he had a more important task to focus on just now. "Maybe I just want to feel you come," he murmured, voice taking on a saucy burr. "Just greasing the wheels a little." His fingers were certainly hard at work!

"Wheels plenty greased," she gasped, and then letting out a high whine, she curled her entire body, kicking her feet up and grabbing hold of him. Her body shuddered and her cunt quivered around his curling fingers, and the way she ground her hips hard against his hand, she was very close. "Oh!"

Aaron chuckled, but refrained from saying anything else to mock her. When she was that close, he didn't really want to spoil the moment. "Good," he replied, instead, holding her close to help keep her steady. It was hard to really keep a steady rhythm going when she was squirming like that, but at least he tried, and when he felt her cunt tensing like that, he did his best to rub along the roof of her cunt with solid pressure, hoping to coax a better orgasm from her than the piddly thing he'd left her with a little while ago.

An explosive gasp heralded the hard grab of her cunt around his fingers a moment later, and she cried out loud enough to send a bird or two fleeing from the trees just down the slope. Clutching him hard, curling her fingers against pale flesh, she rode his fingers for all they'd offer -- and they offered plenty, enough to keep her coming for long moments, stiff and quivering. He goaded a second spasm from her, even, accompanied by a breathless whimper before she slowly shuddered to a halt.

He watched and listened intently, a grin spreading as the woman finally came down enough that he felt he could remove his hand. It wasn't much to rinse it in the pool at his feet, though he took his time in propping her up on his lap, not saying a word even up to the point where he leaned down to kiss her. Afterwards, though, was fair game.

"That had better keep you for a while," he teased, "I thin you owe me one."

She offered a groan in reply. She'd relaxed, half-comatose in his arms for long moments, but the kiss and the words roused her again and she pulled her body in a long, quivering stretch. "Auugh."

Done, her fingers trailed up his back, and she propped herself on his lap in a more properly sitting manner. "Oh god, yeah." Leaning up, she kissed him again, the action much more lackadaisical than the hungry things they'd shared before. "Yeah, you know, I think I probably do."

"You could start by putting on some supper," he told her, chuckling as she limply attempted to get herself settled. It would be a miracle if she even managed to prop herself upright, he thought!

Kay groaned, reaching up a hand to shove him in the face.

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