Patsy Stone x Fem Reader
- Late Night Bath -
The was apartment dark, candles lit.
The bath was drawn, and you were in it. You'd been waiting all day, and finally, after a last minute Harrods run for candles and essential oils, you were here.
"Darling, lean back bit further, I can't see you're tits." Patsy sighed, one of her slender hands around your waist, the other above the water, hovering ever so slightly over an ashtray, a Marlboro light in her fingers, halfway done through.
"You smell good, well other than the fifty oils in this bath, you smell good, Is it that the perfume I got you?" She asks, a bit tired from the day, but still that same Patsy languid carelessness, the one that drove you mad. You nod along and say something along the lines of "yes." and lean back further against her, her breasts aren't wet yet, she isn't that far submerged in the foam, since she's taller than you.
You can feel her chest rise and fall, and her breath on your hair ever so slightly as she puffs smoke, you didn't mind, in fact, this was part of the only fun. You murmur something to her.
"Oh really?"
She smirks, You can see it in the window reflection by the bath. "You want some of my cig, huh?" She chuckles lowly, she lowers the cig slightly and places it before your mouth, by your lips. "Come on Darling, ask nicely." She prompts, her hand around your waist tightening ever so slightly as well, the darling dragged out, whispered softly into your ear.
"Hmm." She says as you mutter "Please...Miss Stone".
She lets you take a deep drag, and takes one of her own, and blows the smoke into the air before you and puts out the cigarette.
"Good girl." She smirks, getting comfortable. "Now about that little problem we discussed earlier..."