Thursday is Bath Day
Get yourselves ready for some serious fluffy smushy shit. I love a good bath, and couldn’t get this out of my head so I thought I’d type it out.
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Harry hummed as he knelt by the free-standing bath, hands fiddling with the tap as he tried to find the perfect temperature. It was Thursday, and every Thursday his miss would get home at 6pm, tired and grumpy, and sink into the pre-run bath that Harry so carefully set up each week. It was a tradition that had gone on for as long as Harry could remember, and whenever he was at home in their shared apartment, he made sure he followed through.
Normally, his better half was a big snuggler, and the pair would spend every second that they could around each other. They were both keen on physical touch, and it was one of the things that made their relationship so fulfilling. Thursdays however, were sacred. She would always have her bath completely alone, and Harry knew that it was her time to just be with herself and think. So, while she was in the bath, he would go and run on the treadmill. He loved the feeling of running for the sake of running, his heart pounding and limbs covered in a light sheen of sweat. It was his alone time and it was just as sacred as hers.
Harry was pulled from his thoughts as he heard their front door open and closed, and the sound of shoes being kicked off carelessly, and he smiled to himself, shutting off the taps to the full bath and heading out to greet her. “Hey you,” he said, grinning at her, his arms open wide. She gladly accepted his embrace, her arms wrapping loosely around his waist and lips pressing a little kiss to his neck. “Hey,” she mumbled, eyes flickering shut. Harry pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, enjoying the feeling of their bodies against each other. “You had a big day love?” he asked softly, his large hand rubbing over her back. “Mm,” she hummed, her check against his chest. “C’mon then. Ran yer bath… C’mon,” he answered, pulling away gently, his hands finding her shoulders as he guided her to the bathroom.
“Righ’,” he said, fingers finding the zip to her dress. Unzipping her, he smiled, watching as she shivered slightly when his fingers made contact with her bare skin. He gently undid her bra, sliding the straps from her shoulders and tossing it into the laundry basket along with the dress. “There yer go,” he murmured, lips pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. He loved seeing her like this, and it wasn’t even that sexual for him. It was more comforting, and he felt so lucky to be the person she had chosen to share these vulnerable moments with. “’M gunna be runnin’,” he said, meeting her eyes as she turned to face him. “N’then we can make some dinner? Pasta good?” he asked, smiling at her. “Mm,” she answered, nodding and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Love yer,” he stated as moved to leave. “Love you more,” she replied as he shut the bathroom door.
He had only been running for about ten minutes before a familiar hand lightly touched his back. He jumped, stopping the treadmill and turning to look at the figure which had caused his surprise. “Oh! Sorry,” she giggled softly, wrapped up in a big, white towel. “S’ok,” he chuckled. “Tha’ was quick!” he smiled. “I…” she sighed, reaching out for his hand. “Not done. Just… I thought… I just would quite like you to join me.” Butterflies began to flutter in Harry’s stomach and he squeezed her hand, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. So often she caught him off guard like this, turning him back into the nervous, infatuated teenager he’d been for the first few months of their long term relationship. “F’course miss. I’d love to. Y’alright though?” he asked gently, concern causing his forehead to wrinkle. “Yeah. Just want to be close to you,” she answered. “Been one of those days,” she sighed, her shoulders tensing slightly. “Oh little one… C’mon,” he replied, leading her back to the bathroom.
He was quick to discard his sweats, jockeys and tshirt, slipping into the bath, his legs spread to create a space for her. “Ooh…” he exhaled, enjoying the feeling of the warm water against his skin. “In yer get,” he grinned, adjusting slightly as she got in with him, her figure slotting almost impossibly perfectly against his own. “Can see why yer love this so much,” he murmured, his eyes half closed and his fingers trailing lightly up and down her arms. He could feel her relaxing against him, and he hummed happily, enjoying being so close to her. He knew she felt the same way as she nuzzled into him, her own eyes closing and body going almost floppy at his touch.
“I am so grateful for you, Haz,” she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. “Was thinking about it today. How you always seem to be able to give me exactly what I need. I don’t even think you know how much better everything is when you’re around… Mm… I love you,” she finished, pressing a couple of lazy kisses to strong arm that was cradling her. It didn’t take much to get Harry emotional, and her words washed over him, his eyes almost threatening tears. “Love yer to the moon ‘n back,” he murmured, smiling contentedly.