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♱ Stay a little longer

✞˚. ᵎᵎ 𝖲𝖥𝖶！ 𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗓𝗂𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ✞˚. ᵎᵎ

Sonny helps you unwind with a bath and kisses, but gets clingy when you try to get out.

Steam curled up in lazy swirls from the edge of the bathtub, the soft scent of lavender and honey floating gently in the air. It clung to the candlelit tiles of the bathroom walls, birthing shadows that danced like little secrets around your submerged form. A content sigh escaped you, sinking deeper into the warm water, muscles finally unclenching after a brutal day.

Knelt beside the tub was the lean body of your lover, sleeves of his cream button-up rolled to his elbows, Sonny’s hand moves soothing strokes through the bubbles that clung to your arms. His eyes were soft, lidded with affection, long lashes slightly connected in parts as the hot mist of the bath slicked them, lips parted slightly as he watched you unwind.

“You look like your…melting, like a marshmallow in hot chocolate,” he murmured, voice lazy and warm, his words having little thought behind them as your form enveloped his mind.

You snorted affectionately, turning your head to rest against the edge of the tub, eyes flickering across his pretty face, “flattering.”

“I’m serious,” he grinned, his fingers trailing down your shoulder and into the water to toy with your wrist, pulling it out of the water and to his lips, “sweet and soft and perfect,” he muttered into your hand, words said softly between small kisses.

You smiled at him, a tired but full one, lifting your wet hand to cup his soft face, delicate features flushed from the warmth. He leaned into it instantly like a cat, closing his eyes and nuzzling into your palm, pressing soft pecks to your palm.

“You always take care of me,” you whispered, like a prayer, his lashes fluttered open, gaze hazy, “’course I do.”

Pulling your hand inward easily, he offered no resistance and allowed his body to be pulled, bent half double, over the tub. Only he let out a little squeak as you kissed him, gentle and slow, with the kind of fondness that sits in your chest for hours. Sonny kissed you back just as tenderly, soft fingers coming to brushing your jaw, brushing away the droplets that clung to your skin.

Minutes passed like that—lips brushing, hands caressing, the water starting to cool.

Pulling back slightly, you shifted and stretched out, shoulder blades bumping with the rim of the tub clumsily, “alright,” you murmured, starting to sit up, “I should get out before it goes cold.”

“No,” Sonny said quickly, half-damp hands coming to cradle your shoulders, eyes flickering over you in a slight panic as his voice became softer, “don’t.”

You blinked owlishly at him, paused mid-motion, “what?”

He pouted pathetically, grazing a hand along your collarbone and up to your jaw, grasping at it slightly. Sonny leaned in further, the bottom of his cream button up dripping thick droplets, “just… five more minutes, baby.”

“You want me to turn into a raisin?”

“I want you to stay with me,” he said, nudging his nose to your cheek, “you’re all relaxed and glowy. You smell like heaven. Can’t we just… stay like this?”

You tilted your head, smiling gently, “you could join me, y’know.”

He perked up immediately, “yeah?”

You laughed, “I was joking.”

“I wasn’t,” he grinned, bending impossibly over the tubs edge to needily pepper kisses to your cheek, begging for you to stay, “c’mon, you look too good in here, I’m gonna sulk if you leave me alone.”

“Sonny,” you warned teasingly, though a small grin graced your features as Sonny doted on you, “don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m literally built to be dramatic,” he quipped between pecks, “especially when you’re all slick and flushed and makin’ that little sigh you do when you’re cozy.”

You arched a brow at him, your cheeky grin widening, “you catalog my bath sighs now?”

He leaned down and kissed your jaw, then your neck, the your collarbone, “I catalog everything,” he murmured, a hand still softly cradling your cheek.

You made a noise that was halfway between an exasperated groan and a laugh, “fineee, five more minutes.”

He pulled back just enough to beam at you, triumphant and cheeky, quickly leaning back down and continuing his escapade down your throat. All you could do was grin and thread a hand through his hair, dampening it slightly, allowing your fingers to slowly scratch his scalp as a little noise escaped him.

“You’re warm,” he mumbled into your neck.

“You’re clingy.”

“Damn right I am,” he spoke reverently, pressing a soft, smug kiss behind your ear, “and you love it.”

You leaned your head back onto the tubs rim, eyes fluttering closed, “maybe I do.”

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