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“take a bath with me” w harry Hart
NSFW MEME —
Today was just not your day.
Sure - your morning had been as ‘normal’ as any. Waking up to Harry kissing you awake made it extremely hard for you to leave the bed, having your breakfast and morning coffee together before you carpooled to the office.
The discreet kiss the two of you shared was the last good thing that happened to you all day. Some anxious agent spilled his scalding coffee on you, staining your suit and burning your hands. Your hand had slipped while doing your dishes at lunch and you slit your thumb open on an extraordinarily sharp knife. Your laptop crashed in the middle of an overseas conference call, and your fellow agents waited until the end of the meeting to point out that you had lipstick all over your teeth.
As much as it pained you, you texted Harry to let him know that you’d most likely be working late and to head home without you. His favorite part of the day was coming home with you and kicking off his shoes, cuddled up on the couch while you caught up with the love of your life. You would just have to make it up to him some other time.
You spent the whole ride home thinking of ways to spend what was left of your evening together. It was already quarter past eight o’clock when you arrived home, about to toe off your heels when you noticed something on the floor.
Rose petals.
Dozens of rose petals scattered through the foyer and leading up the stairs to the master suite. The overwhelming feeling of being loved pushed aside your fatigue, gathering a hand full of petals and inhaling deeply.
Mounting the stairs with gathering excitement, you followed the trail of petals through the open door of the bathroom to be met by an amazing sight. Your favorite candles were scattered across the room, rose petals floating in the bath of steaming hot water. And your favorite man was perched on the edge of the tub, a bottle of wine and glasses in his hands and a single red rose between his teeth.
“Marry me, Harry Hart,” you sighed dreamily. Big brown eyes crinkled from the laugh he was holding in, offering you the bottle of wine which you gladly accepted. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you waited until his mouth was available to kiss Harry deeply. “We’ve talked about this, young lady. I’m supposed to ask you,” he scolded. “But for now, take a bath with me? You need to relax.” He gestures to set the wine and glasses down, giving you one more kiss before he moves to pour you a glass.
“Ouch!” Harry hissed suddenly, abandoning your task of stripping to check on him. He had the pad of his thumb in his mouth, brow creased in annoyance. “The next time we do this darling? Remind me to remove the thorns.”