#temporarymadness

Victor hadn’t noticed her come in, her bare feet making almost no sound. His surprise as she slipped into the big claw footted tub was too cute not to smile at. She loved seeing him surprised. Almost as much as she loved the way his eyes traced over her. Scars didn’t matter to Victor. Nor did stretch marks, or freckles, or dimples. Jane could almost swear that she felt his gaze tracing over her, lingering on his favorite places, and she blushed slightly. She would blame it on the heat of the water. 

Soapy water could hardly ruin a kiss from Victor. She could kiss him for months --years!- and never learn all the ways he would make her knees weak just from this simple act. He pulled her closer and Jane chuckled softly. His hands always felt strong on her hips. They left faint trails of fire as he pulled her close, traced over her hip and thigh, retracing her form with hands. She pressed closer again, purring. She had been loookging forward to this, and it seemed he had been as well, if his shudder-inducing touches were anything to go by. But they were both wise enough to know that a bathtub wasn’t the ideal place for such things. But such a setting was easily changed.