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Iryna’s wife could be back any minute now, and Iryna smiles, picturing her chattering away already. The whole farm seems much quieter without her. Even the cat shows up less. It’s no secret that the little monster prefers Manon.

Iryna dozes some more. Puts some more warm water in the tub, unwilling to leave just yet. Somehow, she misses the sound of the front door opening downstairs, of footsteps ascending the steps and the bedroom door opening too—although she realizes that she heard all of that when the bathroom door swings open.

“There you are,” Manon says. She’s smiling in the doorway, wearing one of her nice swing dresses with her hair pulled into artful curls and her lips a familiar bright red.

Iryna smiles back, not moving except to turn her head.

“Busy day?” Manon asks. She steps into the room, shutting the door. Iryna just hums. “Well, I’ve made some good deals, I believe.”

“Mh-hm. Tell me tomorrow.” Of course, Iryna knows the broad strokes of it, but Manon is much more well-versed in the details of the financial side of things.

Already, she is pulling bobby pins out of her hair, sighing in relief. With her curls messily tumbling down—they’re a shade of nearly ginger in this light, with just a few strands of dark grey shot through—Manon steps closer and leans down. Iryna reaches up to her with one dripping hand. Manon laughs and meets her lips in a gentle kiss. She leans one hand on the edge of the tub next to Iryna’s head, and groans blissfully when Iryna scratches her fingers over her scalp.

Her lipstick still looks meticulous when she straightens, which is both impressive and faintly disappointing; something about seeing her wife’s makeup disheveled often makes Iryna feel excited. Especially if it is by her hand. Like she’s seeing something secret. Of course, Manon only goes all out like this when they aren’t working on their farm, so it’s pretty rare anyway. She’s actually touching her lips, now, and looks impressed before winking at Iryna, who rolls her eyes to make her laugh.

“Join me,” Iryna suggests. Although their bathtub isn’t huge, she knows it is just large enough for the two of them, and she is still unwilling to leave. Besides, Manon worked hard, too; she also deserves a bath.

“That sounds nice,” the woman mumbles. She nods. “Let me get my makeup off first.”

Standing at the sink, she quickly scrubs at her face, with the red lipstick taking a lot of effort and leaving behind a red glow all around her mouth. It makes her look like she’s been wildly making out for ages, which is a very nice look. Iryna lets a little water drain to make room.

“Help me out, here.” Manon crouches next to the tub and lifts her messy hair to reveal the zip of her dress. With one dripping hand, Iryna tugs it down.

She continues to watch her wife undress. The dress is followed by her bra, still with her back turned, and her panties flung into the laundry basket. Manon stretches as she turns to the bath, and grins when Iryna gestures her over.

“Impatient,” she laughs.

“I missed you,” Iryna tells her, which makes the grin soften. “I didn’t know the answers to the fashion questions on last week’s quiz show.”

Manon laughs. “Ah, well, good to know I still have use around the house.” She accepts Iryna’s hand to step into the tub, and lets herself be guided without comment to sit between her legs, sinking into the warm water up to her shoulders. Her hands slide down Iryna’s thighs, her skin soft and pliant underwater.

“Lovely,” she sighs, leaning back. She rests her head against Iryna’s shoulder and closes her eyes. Iryna idly runs her hands over her body, following the familiar curve of her waist and touching her strong arms. When she pushes her fingers into her hair again, Manon groans once more, especially when she scratches lightly. Although Iryna has kept her hair fairly short for years now, she still remembers the relief of being freed from an updo, so she continues to gently scratch at Manon’s head, untangling the curls with her fingers. The ends trail in the water and tickle her skin.

Manon continues to run her hands over Iryna’s legs, eyes closed and smiling.

“Want me to wash your hair?” Iryna asks.

“Mh, I’d love that.” Manon’s eyes are half-lidded when she looks up at her, bright green shadowed by her eyelashes. Iryna kisses the corner of her mouth and reaches back for the showerhead.

Although she sighs, Manon sits forward to let Iryna wet her hair and work shampoo into it. She keeps making encouraging little noises, and is touching her ankles until Iryna decides to get up on her knees for a better reach.

“Lean back,” she instructs, grabbing the showerhead again and letting the bathwater drain as she rinses Manon’s thick hair, suds running over her own thighs. Manon leans on her hands, bent knees spreading for balance in the tub. After she works conditioner into the ends of her hair, Iryna can’t help but tug her up a little to kiss her deeply. She slips one slick hand back around her waist, and Manon twists a little to eagerly return the kiss, grabbing at one of Iryna’s thighs in turn. A groan vibrates against Iryna’s lips when she slides her hand up over Manon’s breast, cupping it.

When Manon breaks away, then, it’s to lean her head back against her shoulder, her hair spreading conditioner over Iryna's chest. She turns, though, to mouth at her jaw and neck, which gives Iryna the opportunity to rinse out the conditioner, letting the silky strands of her hair slip between her fingers. When she’s finished, she lets the water run all over Manon’s body, watching her shudder as she touches her chest.

“Iryna,” Manon mumbles.

Iryna gets off her knees so she’s bracketing her wife again, pulling her close and aiming the shower at her chest, down her belly and between her thighs. Manon moans softly, shivering.

The bath is filling up again; Iryna shuts the water off when it’s just beneath Manon’s breasts and covers both of them with her wet hands instead. She breathes against her warm neck and feels her sigh, her hands stroking Iryna’s thighs again.

“Oh, it is good to be home,” Manon breathes, making Iryna laugh softly. Smiling up at her, Manon turns her head so their lips meet. Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue eager as it meets Iryna’s. She moans into her mouth when Iryna plays with her nipples, the sound making Iryna’s stomach clench with arousal.

Again, Manon softly breathes her name, and she is moving her hands back, up Iryna’s thighs.

“Let me,” Iryna tells her, watching a droplet of water fall from the very tip of her button nose when she nods, eyes darkened. Her skin is flushed, which makes her freckles stand out. She always seems to gain more over the summer, all over her face and shoulders, and Iryna loves how they look. Impossibly, they give her even more charm. In fact, Iryna presses her lips to a cluster of them on her shoulder, right beside a tan line, while she slides one hand down over Manon’s stomach under the water.

Her wife now goes completely pliant between her legs, breathing deeply. Her legs are still slightly bent to fit in the tub, and she moans when Iryna runs a hand over her thigh, squeezing a little. Iryna feels the muscles briefly tense. She slides her fingers up and down, moaning herself when Manon spreads her legs further. Manon smiles and licks her lips—then parts them on a groan when Iryna spreads her hand over her vulva, tracing the dip where her thighs meet on both sides. Up and down, again, Iryna does that while her other hand is still absently toying with a nipple.

After some time, Iryna presses her fingers closer together so that she is gently pinching Manon’s clit between them, continuing to move up and down. Even in the warm water, Manon’s core feels blazing hot when Iryna’s fingers slip between her labia. Another soft moan falls from her lips, and she is now stroking Iryna’s thigh with one hand, the other coming up, dripping water, to curl back around her neck.

Eyes still half-lidded, Manon meets Iryna’s gaze. She bites her lip, smiling, and Iryna has to kiss her again. She’s missed the taste of her wife, these past two weeks, missed the well-practiced way she licks into Iryna’s mouth as if that’s all she ever wants to do. Although they’ve been married for over a decade now, Iryna still feels giddy at times like this. Sure, it hasn’t always been perfect, but when it feels close to it, that makes many things worth it.

Now, when Iryna slips two fingers into her vagina, Manon moans into her mouth. She is so hot, her muscles clenching when Iryna languidly thrusts. Still, she strokes Iryna’s thigh.

“Mh, Iryna,” Manon breathes, tucking her face against her neck. Her fingers curl against the sensitive inside of Iryna’s leg, keeping the low hum of arousal steady in her body.

In no hurry, Iryna continues to touch her wife like that. Sweeping her fingers up and down, rubbing her clit before briefly thrusting into her, following the shape of her vulva or touching her thighs. All the while, she uses the other hand to touch her upper body; both of her breasts, cupping and playing with them softly, admiring how they move with Manon’s deep breaths, water dripping from the shining skin and nipples tightening in the relatively cool air. She curves her hand over Manon’s waist, the gentle swell of her stomach, runs it up the arm holding her neck, which makes her shudder.

“Feels good,” Manon mumbles against Iryna’s neck. Her tongue flicks out when Iryna swallows heavily, and she moans when she rubs her clit a little harder one time.

After all these years, Iryna knows exactly how to make Manon come hard and fast in many different ways, but neither of those things is her goal right now, and she knows they aren’t Manon’s. It’s just good to touch, to be touched. And an orgasm would be a nice bonus.

It almost seems as though Manon is the one dozing off now, but her fingers are still flexing, and she moans every now and again.

“Iryna,” she breathes.

“Hm?”

“I want to come. It’s better when you do—mh!” She quivers when Iryna swiftly moves both hands down, one to rub her clit steadily if not hard, and one to thrust into her vagina. That one, Iryna keeps still, feeling her muscles clench rhythmically. Immediately, she can tell that her wife is close, and that feels good. That makes Iryna’s own core throb, too.

Manon moans, wriggling, and then she kisses Iryna when she does come, breath stuttering against her mouth. Iryna’s fingers inside her get squeezed tightly as her vagina clenches and her legs close briefly before she lets them fall back to the sides. Water splashes against the walls of the bathtub. She’s biting her lip again, smiling and squeezing Iryna’s thigh. Still moving her fingers lightly over her clit, Iryna kisses the tip of her red nose, making her giggle breathlessly, right before she tips her head back once more.

“Good to be home,” she mumbles again. Her body jerks when Iryna gently pinches her clit, already feeling less swollen, and the movement seems to bring her attention to all the ways she’s pressed against Iryna, with her shoulder blades fanning against her heavy breasts and her ass so close to her core, spreading her legs. Manon hums, then turns sideways, slipping her arm the other way around Iryna’s neck and dislodging her hands.

Iryna grasps her waist as they kiss, moaning softly at the sudden feeling of colder air on her chest, of the cool skin of Manon’s nipples slipping against her own. It’s almost ticklish, enticingly so.

Soon, Manon is sliding down to mouth at her breasts, her hair trailing back into the water. Her body makes a squeaky sound against the tub that makes them both laugh, Iryna through heavy breath. She scratches at her wife’s head, making her look up. Her hair now looks much more brown than ginger, but her eyes remain green and bright, though the look she gives Iryna is darkened with arousal. She shifts to her knees so they’re facing one another.

Manon leans over, plunging one hand into the water and following the curve of Iryna’s stomach down.

“Hot,” she observes in a whisper, ghosting her fingertips over her vulva. The ripples in the water make it feel like there are more touches, which has Iryna gasping. Manon licks her lips, gaze roving over her.

“I want to eat you out,” she eventually says. “Gone two weeks without tasting you.” She smiles brightly at the shudder that sweeps over Iryna, one cheek dimpling as it’s always done. That was one of the first things Iryna noticed about her, right after those bright eyes across a bar, twenty years ago.

It’d taken longer to find out that she had an extremely clever mouth in many senses. Iryna hadn’t been bored on their dates or in bed.

“Yeah,” she breathes now. “Maybe the water should—” She reaches for the plug, but Manon shakes her head.

“Turn around,” she instructs instead, helping Iryna to her knees.

And… Oh! Breath catching in anticipation, Iryna rises up and cushions her head on her arm on the edge of the bathtub, her ass now raised just above the water. When she arches slightly, her breasts, which now hang heavily down, dip in, and it feels almost like a caress. Just this position, putting herself so on display for Manon, makes arousal surge hotly through Iryna’s body. She wiggles her hips, looking back when Manon softly laughs.

“Gorgeous,” the woman mumbles.

There is no further warning or teasing, then. Just her hands curling around Iryna’s thighs and her hot mouth pressed to her core. Iryna breathes heavily, her toes curling against slippery porcelain underwater, as Manon languidly licks between her wet folds, sucking a little on the skin of her vulva before wriggling the very tip of her tongue just inside her vagina. She uses one hand to spread Iryna open to her clit, the other finding its way to Iryna’s breasts, softly squeezing them under the water, pushing up against their heavy weight. When she hums, the sound is a vibration that makes Iryna gasp, and she swears that she can feel the answering smile, that one that makes Manon’s eyes sparkle with some kind of pride.

Just like before for her, there is no urgency in Manon’s movement, no real pattern to her licking and sucking, and she keeps making little contented noises against Iryna, between the wet sound of her mouth on her. The air is cool, and she is scorching. Except for the cold tip of her nose, which sometimes nudges Iryna’s skin and makes her shudder. It’s a good contrast.

With the bathwater now lukewarm, sloshing around her thighs and over her breasts, Iryna feels the familiar, well-worn prickle of an oncoming orgasm start to build in her body. It crawls up her legs and tingles down her spine, making every touch seem more pronounced. She wriggles, causing Manon to grab at her thighs again and start to move her whole face against her, lapping at her with even more enthusiasm, sucking at her clit.

Iryna arches when she comes, moaning loudly into her forearms and moving her legs so the bathwater sloshes more. Manon moans in turn, licking between her labia to press the tip of her tongue back into Iryna’s throbbing vagina before returning to her clit. She suckles at it, tongue flicking out while she uses one thumb to gently pull back the folds of skin around it. Iryna jolts, her knees now slipping on the bottom of the tub so she presses tighter against her wife’s face. Manon just hums happily.

After a long while of soft licking, Iryna’s breath steadying as she comes down, Manon shifts. She rises up on her knees, all the while pressing soft, wet kisses to Iryna’s spine, her back, running her hands up her sides and curving them around her ribcage.

“Thank you,” she breathes, lips lingering between Iryna’s shoulder blades. Now, Iryna just hums. It was her pleasure, really.

Manon pulls them both into a kneeling position, kissing Iryna’s shoulder, her neck, while cupping both of her heavy breasts. This time, she doesn’t stop her reaching for the plug, nor the showerhead. Turning slowly, Iryna gives both of them a quick rinse, laughing when Manon gestures at her face and then sputters when she points the spray at her.

They climb out of the tub, Manon helping Iryna out so she doesn’t trip with her slightly unsteady legs.

It’s easy to fall back into their usual bedtime routine, after drying off. Manon starts blow-drying her hair while Iryna wanders into their bedroom, where she finds that their cat has laid claim to her side of the bed. Although he deigns to let Iryna grab her pajamas, he doesn’t move an inch after that. She raises her eyebrows, but he seems unimpressed. Manon can deal with that, she decides.

Her wife is brushing her teeth when she returns, her hair mostly dry and put into twin braids for the night. She’s still naked, and smiles when Iryna draws her finger along her spine, tapping at the dimples above her ass, which are just as cute as the one on her face.

After rinsing her toothpaste, Manon turns to kiss Iryna’s cheek, tucking her hair behind an ear. Iryna teasingly tugs at one of her braids, and her lips curve into a smile. They’re still slightly red. She presses a short kiss to Iryna’s mouth with her minty breath.

“Love you,” she says, and walks into their bedroom.

With a smile, Iryna sets to brushing her own teeth. Manon exclaims over the cat with enthusiasm, probably kissing him too—and he won’t even mind.