Varrus had only just sank down into the tub, the hot, steaming water melting away the aches and pains of his tired muscles, when he felt a pair of hands wrap around his eyes from behind.
Not that he needed to see her to know exactly who it was - her soft touch was more than enough to identify her by, at least, for one who had felt those hands against his skin countless times, in as many ways as one could imagine.
“Got room in that tub for another?”
He chuckled. “For you? Always.”
Her hands slipped down from his eyes, traveling the edges of his cheeks, along the line of his jaw, a single finger tilting his head back, allowing her lips to lean down and meet his - albeit, upside-down, but they’d kissed in weirder ways.
He couldn’t help but watch as the woman slowly, painstakingly shed her armor, uncovering her beautiful form one piece at a time - and judging by her smirk, she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
“See something you like?”
He shook his head with a snort. “Please. You know I do.”
It didn’t matter how many times he’d seen her naked body; be it the first or the hundredth, she was simply perfect, from her toned muscles and voluptuous curves to long, dark brown hair contrasting sharply against her flawless, fair skin.
Slowly, she stepped into the tub, settling herself comfortably on his lap - or, well, as comfortably as it could be for the two, with… certain parts of his anatomy greatly appreciating her presence. Though… they both knew that was, absolutely, her intent.
“Jess…”
“What?” She tilted her head, her large, brown eyes blinking at him all-too-innocently.
“Baths are supposed to make you clean… Yet I can’t help but feel you’ve got something a bit dirty on your mind.”
With a snort, Jess placed her hands upon Varrus’ shoulders, gently pressing him back against the edge of the wooden tub.
“You know me too well, love.”
