Bathtub Scene, inspired by Kayla's fic "Once Upon a Dream" by daydreamer22688
"Deleted" bathtub scene
Please refer to Kayla's fic for the context of this. She kindly allowed me to write a sexy bathtub scene, after we were talking about it on FF. Thanks also to Nonna and Irish for their ideas, which I used. I hope you enjoy!
Placing the last heated stone in the bathtub, she heard him open the door to his chamber. Wiping her wet hands on her simple homespun dress, she tiptoed to the door of the washroom and peeked across the grand bedchamber to find him. He was on the edge of his bed, velvet curtains all around him, save the one spot where he was now sitting with his face in his hands, elbows on his thighs. She watched him for several moments, long moments that tore at her heart and made her want to run to him and wrap her arms around his shoulders.
Why should she feel that way? He was a prince. A powerful man. How could she, a servant girl, a refugee from a war-torn homeland, even think that she could comfort him. Think that he would want her to even know how he was feeling. But, she couldn’t help herself. There was something about Prince Zachary… just Zachary, as she remembered he insisted she call him, that compelled her to think of him as more than a royal man of fortune and power. She believed that he had begun to let her peer inside of him, that he had allowed himself those small touches and words of familiarity because he wanted something more with her.
Her eyes had closed, as she stood there at the door, thinking of him. She had not noticed him turn and see her there. While she was thinking of him, he was watching her. He quietly stood up and, shoes already removed and on the floor, he crept across the chamber towards her. A creak in the floor board gave away his approach, and she opened her eyes in a start to see him just a few feet from her.
“Oh, Zachary! Oh, My Lord. I’m so sorry. I… I did not wish to disturb you. I have your bath nearly ready,” and she quickly turned back towards the tub. He leapt those last few steps to reach her, taking her arm and turning her around to face him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, quickly dropping her arm. “I startled you. I should have made my approach known.”
She was blushing, and he was smiling. He knew that she had been watching him, thinking of him, and he enjoyed that thought.
“Your bath is ready, sir. I just need to remove the stones, now that the water is warm.”
Prince Zachary chuckled to himself, as she bent down to the tub, still flustered. As he removed his shirt and breeches, he watched her remove the stones from the tub. The end of her rolled-up sleeve was getting wet, yet he said nothing to warn her. When he was undressed, he walked towards her. She was still kneeling on the hard stone floor beside the tub, her finger running across the surface of the water causing little ripples to track her path. The scent of lavender rose to his nose, and he smiled.
“Nicole,” he spoke softly. She turned to him, and was relieved to see that he had wrapped a soft linen towel across his hips. “I told you that you should save the lavender for yourself. You have so little left, and I know how precious it is to you.”
“I, well, I just thought that you needed it this evening, Zachary. You seemed so worried earlier, and I know that the scent always relaxes you.”
“Yes, Nicole. It does. And, I thank you for thinking of me.” He reached out and took her hand in his, and pulled it towards him. He ran her wet sleeve along his nose, taking in the beautiful scent of lavender that had soaked in from the tub. With his other hand, he tugged at the linen towel on his hips and let it drop to the floor. He stood there, so close to her, saying nothing, doing nothing. Just standing there, naked, with her hand in his.
“Sir, the water will quickly become cold. Please, enjoy your bath.” He took a deep breath before dropping her hand, and turned to step into the tub. Nicole felt a flash of cold run over her as he took his hand away. She wanted to grab it back, but restrained the impulse. Instead, she knelt on the floor behind him, reaching for the soap and a soft linen cloth with which to wash his back. Looking up, she saw his strong thighs and buttocks above her, and watched as he slowly sat down in the tub. She had always tried to look away before, but, this evening, his body was all she could see, all she could focus her eyes upon.
Reaching into the water, she soaked the soft cloth and squeezed the warm water down his back. He sighed, his eyes closed and his body relaxed with her touch. She reached in again and soaked the cloth, this time squeezing it down his neck and chest as he held his head back. The cloth was in the water again, but this time his eyes were open. He was watching her.
“My shoulders, Nicole. They ache from archery practice today.”
“Yes, Zachary,” she breathed. Running the soft cloth over his left shoulder, she had to reach across him. The button at the top of her dress had come undone, and he could see the curve of her bosom in front of his eyes. The trim of her simple corset just visible.
“Yes, Nicole. Right there.” He moaned lightly. “The warm water feels so good. You make me feel so good.”
Moving on to his other shoulder, he missed the view of her bosom. He turned his head towards her, as a small curl escaped from the pin in her hair. He reached up and tucked it behind her ear. She blushed, and moved her hand away from him. Zachary reached out to her, grasping her arm, further soaking the sleeve of her dress.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
“Yes, Zachary.” She reached for the bar of soap and lathered it up in her hands, against the cloth. She ran the cloth across his back in small circles, gently.
“Harder, Nicole.”
“Yes, Zachary.” And her gentle touch became firmer as the cloth swept across his shoulders and down his spine. She reached the level of the water, and he learned forward so she could reach further. Her hand broke through the surface of the water, and soon the cloth was running along his buttocks, his hip. She pulled her arm from the water suddenly, turning her face to hide her blush.
Maybe it was the scent of lavender. Maybe it was the warmth of the water. Maybe it was the melody of his breathing, becoming quicker and slightly louder. But she was feeling something deep in her body that she had never felt before.
“Don’t stop, Nicole.” He leaned back in the tub, his arms resting on the copper rim, and awaited her next move.
“Yes, Zachary.” She took the bar of soap in her hand and began to run it over his chest. He dabbed a bit of lather on his finger tip, holding it in front of him, watching the tiny bubbles collapse before him for a moment. She continued to run the soap across his chest, his stomach. Suddenly, he stretched his hand out and dabbed the bit of lather at the nape of her neck. She startled, and dropped the soap in the tub.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I did not expect…”
“The soap, Nicole.” His eyes looked down to where it had fallen in the water.
She reached in her hand, near his knees, and felt for the bar of soap. Grasping it, she pulled it out of the water but it slipped and fell back in. He took in a deep, ragged breath as the soap glided along his thigh before settling back to the bottom of the tub. His eyes were intensely directed at the soap, and her hand, as she began to reach back in. She could see how close it was to his manhood. She was afraid to blindly reach for it, for she did not want to touch him there.
He watched her motions, so slowly, his mouth open and his breath stopped in anticipation. She suddenly pulled her arm of the water, and he exhaled with disappointment.
“I’m sorry, sir! I do not see it. Please, can you not retrieve it, this once?” Her breath was quick and her cheeks were flushed. The curl was in her face again.
He grasped her arm and pulled it down to the bottom of the tub. Water splashed upon her dress, and the wet fabric clung to her corset. He held her hand to his thigh, so close. Close to the soap, but close to him. He held her hand there, wanting to move it higher along his thigh. He wanted her to touch him. She wanted to touch him. He was becoming hard, and desperate for her soft, small hand to take him. His blue eyes burned intensely, staring into hers. He sought a reaction from her. Her brown eyes were wild and awake.
A bird chirped from the tree outside his chamber window. The sound startled him and he broke his grasp on her arm. He closed his eyes briefly and sighed deeply.
“I’m sorry, Nicole.” He looked away from her. “I should not have…”
She slowly withdrew her hand from the water, yet it lingered just above the surface. He took her hand in his, and held it to his cheek. He kissed her hand, taking in the scent of lavender that now always made him think of her.
Holding her hand in his, there was a promise. A promise of more.
sorry for the corny use of "manhood" but I thought it fit the style, lol
Please refer to Kayla's fic for the context of this. She kindly allowed me to write a sexy bathtub scene, after we were talking about it on FF. Thanks also to Nonna and Irish for their ideas, which I used. I hope you enjoy!
Placing the last heated stone in the bathtub, she heard him open the door to his chamber. Wiping her wet hands on her simple homespun dress, she tiptoed to the door of the washroom and peeked across the grand bedchamber to find him. He was on the edge of his bed, velvet curtains all around him, save the one spot where he was now sitting with his face in his hands, elbows on his thighs. She watched him for several moments, long moments that tore at her heart and made her want to run to him and wrap her arms around his shoulders.
Why should she feel that way? He was a prince. A powerful man. How could she, a servant girl, a refugee from a war-torn homeland, even think that she could comfort him. Think that he would want her to even know how he was feeling. But, she couldn’t help herself. There was something about Prince Zachary… just Zachary, as she remembered he insisted she call him, that compelled her to think of him as more than a royal man of fortune and power. She believed that he had begun to let her peer inside of him, that he had allowed himself those small touches and words of familiarity because he wanted something more with her.
Her eyes had closed, as she stood there at the door, thinking of him. She had not noticed him turn and see her there. While she was thinking of him, he was watching her. He quietly stood up and, shoes already removed and on the floor, he crept across the chamber towards her. A creak in the floor board gave away his approach, and she opened her eyes in a start to see him just a few feet from her.
“Oh, Zachary! Oh, My Lord. I’m so sorry. I… I did not wish to disturb you. I have your bath nearly ready,” and she quickly turned back towards the tub. He leapt those last few steps to reach her, taking her arm and turning her around to face him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, quickly dropping her arm. “I startled you. I should have made my approach known.”
She was blushing, and he was smiling. He knew that she had been watching him, thinking of him, and he enjoyed that thought.
“Your bath is ready, sir. I just need to remove the stones, now that the water is warm.”
Prince Zachary chuckled to himself, as she bent down to the tub, still flustered. As he removed his shirt and breeches, he watched her remove the stones from the tub. The end of her rolled-up sleeve was getting wet, yet he said nothing to warn her. When he was undressed, he walked towards her. She was still kneeling on the hard stone floor beside the tub, her finger running across the surface of the water causing little ripples to track her path. The scent of lavender rose to his nose, and he smiled.
“Nicole,” he spoke softly. She turned to him, and was relieved to see that he had wrapped a soft linen towel across his hips. “I told you that you should save the lavender for yourself. You have so little left, and I know how precious it is to you.”
“I, well, I just thought that you needed it this evening, Zachary. You seemed so worried earlier, and I know that the scent always relaxes you.”
“Yes, Nicole. It does. And, I thank you for thinking of me.” He reached out and took her hand in his, and pulled it towards him. He ran her wet sleeve along his nose, taking in the beautiful scent of lavender that had soaked in from the tub. With his other hand, he tugged at the linen towel on his hips and let it drop to the floor. He stood there, so close to her, saying nothing, doing nothing. Just standing there, naked, with her hand in his.
“Sir, the water will quickly become cold. Please, enjoy your bath.” He took a deep breath before dropping her hand, and turned to step into the tub. Nicole felt a flash of cold run over her as he took his hand away. She wanted to grab it back, but restrained the impulse. Instead, she knelt on the floor behind him, reaching for the soap and a soft linen cloth with which to wash his back. Looking up, she saw his strong thighs and buttocks above her, and watched as he slowly sat down in the tub. She had always tried to look away before, but, this evening, his body was all she could see, all she could focus her eyes upon.
Reaching into the water, she soaked the soft cloth and squeezed the warm water down his back. He sighed, his eyes closed and his body relaxed with her touch. She reached in again and soaked the cloth, this time squeezing it down his neck and chest as he held his head back. The cloth was in the water again, but this time his eyes were open. He was watching her.
“My shoulders, Nicole. They ache from archery practice today.”
“Yes, Zachary,” she breathed. Running the soft cloth over his left shoulder, she had to reach across him. The button at the top of her dress had come undone, and he could see the curve of her bosom in front of his eyes. The trim of her simple corset just visible.
“Yes, Nicole. Right there.” He moaned lightly. “The warm water feels so good. You make me feel so good.”
Moving on to his other shoulder, he missed the view of her bosom. He turned his head towards her, as a small curl escaped from the pin in her hair. He reached up and tucked it behind her ear. She blushed, and moved her hand away from him. Zachary reached out to her, grasping her arm, further soaking the sleeve of her dress.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
“Yes, Zachary.” She reached for the bar of soap and lathered it up in her hands, against the cloth. She ran the cloth across his back in small circles, gently.
“Harder, Nicole.”
“Yes, Zachary.” And her gentle touch became firmer as the cloth swept across his shoulders and down his spine. She reached the level of the water, and he learned forward so she could reach further. Her hand broke through the surface of the water, and soon the cloth was running along his buttocks, his hip. She pulled her arm from the water suddenly, turning her face to hide her blush.
Maybe it was the scent of lavender. Maybe it was the warmth of the water. Maybe it was the melody of his breathing, becoming quicker and slightly louder. But she was feeling something deep in her body that she had never felt before.
“Don’t stop, Nicole.” He leaned back in the tub, his arms resting on the copper rim, and awaited her next move.
“Yes, Zachary.” She took the bar of soap in her hand and began to run it over his chest. He dabbed a bit of lather on his finger tip, holding it in front of him, watching the tiny bubbles collapse before him for a moment. She continued to run the soap across his chest, his stomach. Suddenly, he stretched his hand out and dabbed the bit of lather at the nape of her neck. She startled, and dropped the soap in the tub.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I did not expect…”
“The soap, Nicole.” His eyes looked down to where it had fallen in the water.
She reached in her hand, near his knees, and felt for the bar of soap. Grasping it, she pulled it out of the water but it slipped and fell back in. He took in a deep, ragged breath as the soap glided along his thigh before settling back to the bottom of the tub. His eyes were intensely directed at the soap, and her hand, as she began to reach back in. She could see how close it was to his manhood. She was afraid to blindly reach for it, for she did not want to touch him there.
He watched her motions, so slowly, his mouth open and his breath stopped in anticipation. She suddenly pulled her arm of the water, and he exhaled with disappointment.
“I’m sorry, sir! I do not see it. Please, can you not retrieve it, this once?” Her breath was quick and her cheeks were flushed. The curl was in her face again.
He grasped her arm and pulled it down to the bottom of the tub. Water splashed upon her dress, and the wet fabric clung to her corset. He held her hand to his thigh, so close. Close to the soap, but close to him. He held her hand there, wanting to move it higher along his thigh. He wanted her to touch him. She wanted to touch him. He was becoming hard, and desperate for her soft, small hand to take him. His blue eyes burned intensely, staring into hers. He sought a reaction from her. Her brown eyes were wild and awake.
A bird chirped from the tree outside his chamber window. The sound startled him and he broke his grasp on her arm. He closed his eyes briefly and sighed deeply.
“I’m sorry, Nicole.” He looked away from her. “I should not have…”
She slowly withdrew her hand from the water, yet it lingered just above the surface. He took her hand in his, and held it to his cheek. He kissed her hand, taking in the scent of lavender that now always made him think of her.
Holding her hand in his, there was a promise. A promise of more.
sorry for the corny use of "manhood" but I thought it fit the style, lol