Rosekiller and Luna microfic: bath time
“Ah fuck there’s too many bubbles!”
Evan looked helplessly over at Barty who was holding his phone up trying to take a cute photo of the two of them while suppressing his laughter.
Evan had been trying to help Luna with her bath for the last thirty minutes but she had kept insisting on him tipping more and more of the bubble mixture in until they were suddenly all overcome. Evan had his doubts when the bubbles started lapping the rim of the tub but now they had spilled right over the edge and were suddenly creating a real problem for the two dry contingents of the whole bath time routine.
Luna seemed to be having the time of her life.
“Barty,” Evan whined, “what the fuck do I do?”
“Stop tipping the bubble mixture in would be my first suggestion?” Barty answered, barely containing himself.
“Panda is going to kill us.”
They eventually managed to coax Luna out of the tub and after many many bedtime stories, she was now sleeping soundly in her bedroom. The bathroom cleanup was deemed tomorrow’s problem.
“Be honest Ev, how many texts have you sent to Panda tonight?”
Evan checked his phone sheepishly.
“For fuck’s sake. She’ll never trust us with her kid again! She’s alive, ain’t she? She’s happy?”
“The last text was just all question marks if I’m being honest…”
“Evvvvvv…” Barty sighed while dramatically draping his lanky body over his boyfriend who was reclining comfortably on his sister’s couch.
Evan was still fixated on his phone.
“She’s not replying. Do you think I should call her?”
“She’s on a date, lover. I’m pretty sure she has seen every text and has just rolled her eyes at your dramatics. Let her fucking enjoy herself. Luna is safe and asleep… maybe we can enjoy ourselves too…”
“We are not having sex at my sister’s house.”
Barty’s hand slowly slid up Evan’s thigh and revelled at the change of breathing he had coaxed out of his partner. Evan let his head fall back onto the pillows and was just about to connect his lips to Barty’s throat when they heard…
Pandora really owed them for this night.
“Coming sweetpea!” Evan called while catching Barty’s roaming hand in his own, bringing it to his lips for a kiss and dropping it to go tend to his niece upstairs.
