It was already turning 9pm when you reached home. You had totally lost track of time and had been working almost non-stop, all day. You’d tell yourself it was nothing drastic, but your body was aching, you were hungry and you hadn’t seen Justin all day. Sure, you’d send him the random text every now and then but his replies were slow due to work and studio hours.
Your heels clicked against the pavement as you approached the front, double doors. Exhaling a yawn, you unlocked the door before stepping inside, kicking off your shoes from your aching feet. You placed your bag to a side, hearing Justin’s familiar Spotify playlist blast from upstairs. The sound lowered its volume, pausing as you came through the door. Justin must’ve heard the clattering and noise you were making. His feet pattered against each step of the stairs as he made his way towards you, a smile which soon turned into a grin on his face.
“Hey! I missed you!” He smiled, you falling straight into his open arms for comfort. “Is everything good?” He queried, letting his hands rub in circles against your back, folding arms around you.
“Mhmm.” You hummed, feeling a rigid feeling in your body as you shut your eyes, appreciating the sound of silence for a second. You hadn’t heard it all day. “It’s just my boss, same as usual you know? It’s stressful sometimes and I’m tired…” You continued, huffing out loud.
“Well we can watch a movie if you want but I ran you a bath after hearing your voicemails, I knew you’d be in need for one.” Justin giggled before pulling out from the hug. “You have to let me join though” He said, not giving you an option, you didn’t really mind though.
Clutching your hand with Justin’s, he guided you upstairs and towards the bathroom, the smell of sweet soaps and fresh flowers immediately hitting your nose. You stood at the door frame, a wide smile on your face, watching as Justin tugged his grey shirt off. The bathtub was completely full, mountains of bubble almost overflowing each side. You bit your bottom lip, clinging onto Justin’s arm, whispering sweet thank you’s in his ear over and over again.
You were now sat between Justin’s legs, resting your head on his chest behind you as his fingers twirled through your now to be dampened and tangled hair. His other hand roamed underwater, tracing and touching on your body, as you guys carried on your conversation about each other’s days.
“How are you feeling baby?” Justin questioned, concern in his voice. He’d always get this clingy and fluffy around you if you weren’t feeling good and you wouldn’t blame him because you’d always seem to do the exact same thing if it were the other way round.
“I’m fine Justin, really. I’m just tired.” You admitted, nuzzling your head towards him, water droplets dripping slowly down your heated body.
“Talk to me.” His gentle but raspy voice spoke, his lips so close to your earlobes that you could feel every movement of breath against your bare skin. Looking beneath your lashes, you watched as Justin cupped his hands around your breasts, steam rising from the hot water. “Let me give you a massage, it’ll help, I promise.” Justin suggested, repositioning himself.
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