Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four
Disclaimer - Not true. Get it?
Rating - PG 13
Pairing - Dom/ Will the mystery guest please sign in?
Notes - unbeta'd - 702 words
Summary - Dom needs a bath. Badly.
"You really do look like hell," You chuckle. You raise my arm and upturn your nose. "And smell like it too. Whew."
I can't help but break into a slight smile. You always know what to say to me. You always know how to make me laugh, make me think, make me love you more.
"Let's go inside and get you cleaned up. And feed you. You're too skinny." You lace your fingers between mine and pull me to my feet.
You lead me into the house and right into the guestroom. You sit me down on the bed and kneel down in front me. Imagines of many drunken nights in New Zealand flash into my mind as you begin removing my sneakers, and socks. You gently rub my feet and remove the lint from between my toes. I feel lighter then air.
You look up from stooped position and cock your head slightly. You brush the few stray hairs out of my eyes. "You need a hair cut." You finally tell me.
"I can't be arsed to do it."
"You know I kind of like it long. I could buy some curlers and dress you up in style." You tease as you continue fiddling with my hair.
Your face goes serious and leaned into me. I can hear you gently inhale. I feel your arms wrap around my chest and the tickle of your breath on my neck. I shut my eyes and pray that this moment doesn't end.
"I've missed you so much," I whispered.
Did I detect a sniffle? Are you crying? I feel the wetness against my cheek. It's not my tears. They're yours.
"Why are you crying?"
"I've missed you something terrible. I hate seeing you so* so..."
"Fucked up?" I knew that was what you wanted to say but couldn't.
"Yeah. Fucked up."
You pull back from arms and wipe the tears from your face. You try to smile. You try to pretend seeing me didn't break your heart. I reach for your face to dry a tear and grasp my hand instead. You gently kiss and tickle my palms. Seeming to savor the moment, you shut your eyes briefly.
You pull me up from the bed and lead me to the bathroom. I feel almost like a little boy. You draw my bath and undress me. You use one of Viggo's homemade brews in the tub and fills with rainbow hued bubbles. The room smells of patchouli and lavender.
The cigarette pack falls to floor as you toss my jeans aside. Your eyes dart from me to the pack and back again.
"You took up smoking?"
"I had cravings that needed to be fulfilled."
"You could have chosen a better a habit." You frowned.
"It was available."
You raise and eyebrow and shake your head.
"Get in the bath. Wash the smoke away."
I ease into the large tub. The water is hotter then I expected. Bubbles engulf me and they pop and fizzle as my body damages their delicate orbs. You kneel beside the tub and wash my back, just like you used to. Normally I would have you in the tub with me. But I fear that may be asking too much.
I do feel cleaner. Like the grime caused in your absence is being washed away. Both physically and emotionally. Even as you wash my hair, playing with it till it make a mohawk, I feel my soul be cleansed. I feel like we had only been on pause and with your return, you pushed play.
"I've missed this. I've been lost without you," I tell you.
"Me too. But it's good to be found again."
You tell me to go underwater and rinse the suds from my head. I probably stayed down longer then I should have, cos when I came back up, you were stripped down to nothing. You take a step into the tub infront of me and found yourself a cozy spot.
"My turn to get clean," You look over your shoulder and hand me the wash cloth.
I can't help but smile. It's been a long time since I had done that. "Anything for you Bills. Anything."