🛁 (Send 🛁 to walk in on my muse taking a bubble bath.) - For Cull
Zannah looked at the bubbles confused. What had Penny done to her bath!? the sound of a twig snapping nearby made the redhead poke her head up from the bubbles, “Hello? Ees someone there?” She stood up partially, the bubbles clinging to her slim build, half obscuring the improper bits, half not. She leaned across the ledge of the stone tub, trying to peer into the bush beside the bath, not really sure if it was a person or another rabbit trying to nab her decorative flowers. “Bunnies better not be here for flora. Not for eating!” Vermillion curls cascaded down her back and draped across the heart shape of her freckled rear end.
A double take is given as she peers past the brambles, “You are not bunny. Why are you here? Kind of scrawny. Do you not eat?”
@cullenvos
What had he managed to stumble across… A brow rose as Cull’s head dipped forward incredulously. A gloved hand rose, leather clad fingers impressing on his temple.
“Look sweetheart, as much as I really don’t mind the view, I don’t have the slightest clue who you, are or where I am, and I have one hell of a hangover. So would you mind pointing me toward somewere I could get my bearings?”
His voice rumbled forward in a low, grating baritone, hints of faint irritation, or perhaps post-alcohol pain flaring into his tone.
Zannah slowly lofted a brow, and leaned forward, the brambles parting slightly, snarling in her curls. “You are in the middle of Zannah’s family farm. Maybe drink less and you won’t wake up in stranger’s bushes that are used to hide the bath thing. Don’t know why brother Sam insists that we have these, but Zannah cannot burn them or sway them. And You… Smell like brother after a night with Chemist girl.” She splashed at him with the sweet-scented bubble water, only it was a much larger wave than she had meant to swipe at him.
“Oops.”
As the roiling wave cascaded over the tubs side, landing in no small part atop Cull’s leather bound form, he rolled his eyes skyward and began to shake his head.
“Fantastic. Now I’m hungover, lost and soaking wet. Today keeps getting better and better.”
As his head continued to shake back and forth, he lifted a brow and fixed his heterochromatic gaze on the, still entirely naked woman before him.
“Happy?”
