London
You and Giles are staying in the best suite of the best hotel in London. The place is utterly huge. The bathroom is entirely white marble with a deep roomy inbuilt bathtub sunk into the floor and three steps leading to it. You've lit white candles all around, shut the lights off and climbed into the warm sudsy lavender scented water. You lean your head back and close your eyes. Soon you hear the door open. You sit up covering your chest, the water sloshing around you.
"It's just me ," Rupert wanders in. He is wearing a navy blue silk robe and no glasses, He sits on the steps for a minute. "Would you like me to wash your back?"
You nod yes, unable to find words just that minute. He's been a perfect gentleman the whole time you've been dating, too perfect. The thought of his hand on your bare back makes you shiver slightly.
Rupert walks around behind you. You lather up the sponge and hold it out to him over your shoulder. He takes it from you and soon you hear the sound of his leg entering the water, then the other, then feel his legs sliding along either side of yours as he sits in the tub.
He rubs the sponge over your back slowly, his skin grazing yours from time to time as he goes. Rupert dips the sponge into the warm water and then rings it out. It cascades down your back and just as you see the sponge float away in the water, you feel his hands upon you. His fingers trailing down your back, under the water, slipping around your waist, pulling you against him.
Your eyelids flutter shut as you register the feel of his bare chest rising and falling behind you. The hands around your waist crawl up your stomach and come to settle on your breasts, rubbing, squeezing, kneading. Rupert touches his lips to your neck and trails kisses upwards. Your hands grip his outer thighs and you tilt your head to face him. Your lips meet and mingle.
Rupert disengages one of his nimble, active hands, running it through your hair. The kiss becomes more passionate and Rupert takes his hand from our hair and slides it slowly down your neck, chest, stomach, and lower. You gasp against his mouth as his hand ventures deeper, stroking, searching. You feel a warm rush hit your cheeks. Your eyes open and find him gazing at you with unmasked adoration. Rupert brushes his lips lightly against yours, his eyes searching yours for permission.
"Yes," you utter breathlessly. He teases your mouth open with his tongue and kisses you once more. His hands slip from their pleasuring onto your hips and he somehow turns you and pulls you onto him without breaking lip contact. You feel Rupert's warmth inside you, his hands sliding down to your bottom, his mouth sliding from yours to lavish attention on your breasts.
The water ripples and rocks in rhythm with your bodies. Your hands nestle in his silky hair. Your lips meet again. Your embrace tightening as you begin to tremble in each others arms. He breaks the kiss and moans your name, softly, raggedly in your ear as you go over the edge together.
The water stills as your bodies part. You rest your head against the damp sprinkle of hair on his chest. Rupert kisses your forehead, stroking your hair. The clock in the other room chimes seven.
"We'd better get going. We'll be late for the play."
"Oh well, we can always catch tomorrow night's performance." You stare up at him. Rupert is positively grinning at you, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "You don't get out of it that easily." You arch an eyebrow at him questioningly. "You haven't washed my back yet."
Your jaw drops and he begins to giggle. You splash him and he grabs your hand placing it flat over his heart and kisses you again...
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