ablutophilia :I
Ablutophilia: I’ll write our characters making love in a bath or shower. // @fangoriia
BATHS WERE SOMETHING that Anna adored. Which is why the bath in her home was two times larger than normal. It was more an indoor pool than anything. Not that she thought Fay could or would ever complain about that. Which is why she probably cherished the bath so much. Throw in a bath bomb, light as many candles as you can fit and grab a bottle of champagne and you’re set for a romantic night in a bathtub. A hum as she looks at the other, foot quickly rubbing up and down the others thigh and she takes a sip of the alcoholic beverage before carefully putting it down on the bench.
She’s fallen desperately in love with the other. To the point where she couldn’t imagine her life without her. It only takes her seconds to move in the bath, pressing flesh against flesh as she slid hands down her breasts and stomach until fingers met groin, ever so gently slipping inside of her. Thumb rubs gently against clit as she presses gentle kisses to her lips. She loved her. She loved her! All she wanted for her was love and pleasure and joy. And yet she can’t speak. No words fell from her lips as she focused on the other. Her happiness was everything. She would give up everything for her. Plain and simple.













