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Salt and bubbles

Wasn't expecting to finish this piece so quickly but here we are! It's a really short and fluffy piece, I think my shortest yet, probably because I was a bit limited on what I could do. I also didn't make the reader explicitly female, I made them gender neutral, but I don't think it affects the story too much.

Anyways, I hope you like this  PotatoGirl_Sasha sorry it's so late!

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Simon rolled his head from one side to the other, sighing as the vertebrae in his neck popped. He rolled his shoulders out of his coat, dropping his keys in the bowl next to the door. Shucking his shoes off, he made his way to the bedroom. He flopped down on the neatly folded comforter and groaned, exhaustion marinating in his soul. He didn't want to move for the next century.

A few minutes passed and just as he was nodding off, he heard the door open. Simon's head popped up and he peeled himself from the comforter. He smiled when he realized who had come home.

"Hey babe," he said, coming over to kiss you on the cheek, "how was work?"

You sigh, kissing him back, "Frustrating, how was yours?"

"Exhausting."

You nod, smiling, "Well then, I guess we have no choice but to spend the rest of the night relaxing."

He smiles back, "My goodness! You're absolutely right! " He rested his head on your shoulder, "May I propose a method of relaxation?"

You giggle, "You may."

"A warm bath, with bubbles and salts sounds awfully nice, doesn't it?"

You hum, "Yes please."

"If I get the bath ready, will you cook dinner?"

You kiss his cheek, "Yes."

You cook a meager dinner of fishsticks and chips combined with some leftovers. Simon set the table and you took care of the dishes when you finished, tossing them into the sink to deal with tomorrow. Simon readied the bath, making the water run a little too hot for him, but just hot enough for you, and added the salt and bubbles.

As he was stripping, you walked in and whistled playfully, "Well, well, well, what a lovely sight I have here."

Simon laughed, blushing. Even after all your years together, your flirtation still flustered him.

You pulled off your shirt, walking towards him. You kiss his scarred, freckled shoulder, and then his stubbled cheek. You rid yourself of your pants and then underwear, seeing Simon get in the bath out of the corner of your eye.

You take a moment to just look at him, all soft curls, dark stubble, and handsome brown skin. Goodness you were lucky. You slip in, sitting in his lap and he kisses the back of your neck, humming. He runs his hands over your shoulders, getting them wet and giving them a gentle massage. The sweet combination of smells from the bubbles and salt eased much of the tension in your shoulders.

You peer at him, "I thought your day was exhausting, why am I getting the massage?"

He shrugs, "I guess I want to take care of you tonight."

You cup your hands and turn around, pouring water and bubbles on his head. Simon laughs and lightly swipes at your hand. You ignore him, running your fingers through his light brown curls. He runs his fingers through your hair, wetting it and pulls your face close, kissing you.

You hum into the kiss, laughing when he grabs your butt. He pulls away and grabs your conditioner, gesturing for you to turn around. You do, letting him wash your hair before you do the same for him. When you finish, you start kissing him again, trailing your lips down to his jaw and then to his shoulder. He moans when you nip his earlobe.

He gently nudges you away, grabbing your body wash and motions for you to stand. You do and he starts washing your body, tracing his hands everywhere from your neck to your chest to the dip in your back down to your hips. He kneels when he gets to your hips, his face now crotch level. You giggle. He kisses your belly button, trailing down to your sex, all the while running his soapy hands up and down your legs. You hum, running your hand through his hair. He kisses your already awakened sex rolling his tongue over it a few times, pulling a moan from you. He trails kisses down your soapy legs and then back up again, going all the way up to your chest, kissing one of your nipples. From there he runs his lips up to meet yours, mouth eager.

After a few seconds of making out, he pulls away, grinning, "My turn!"

You roll your eyes and bat his shoulder, taking the bodywash, "Jerk."

You decide to give him the same treatment, massaging his sore muscles, making him gasp and moan when you kiss his most sensitive areas, pulling away teasingly when he gets excited. You stick your tongue out at him and set the bodywash down. He replies by pulling you down into the water with him, kissing your neck and toying with your nipples. You run your hands over your body, to get the lingering soap off, as does he, before going back to making out, now feverish with need.

You pull away from him, a string of saliva connecting your lips, "I can go get us a toy real quick-"

He stops you, lifting up a vibrator, "Already planned."

Goodness, this man was perfect.

You straddle him cowgirl style, resting your hands on his shoulders. He dips the toy under the water as you play with his nipples making him buck and groan. He puts the vibrator in, letting you adjust for a few seconds before turning it on. You buck as sparks of pleasure radiated through your body, muffling your moans in Simon's neck.

You trail your hand down to his loins, letting him screw your hand. Simon begins pumping the vibrator in and out of you as you bite at his neck, both of you occupying your free hands with each other's nipples. With everything going on and your impending exhaustion, it didn't take long for your orgasams to hit.

Simon came first, arching into your hand with a whimper, taking his sweet time to ride down his high. You came shortly after when Simon nibbled on one of your nipples. Simon rubbed your sides with a soft hum as you floated down from your orgasam, pulling the vibrator out and turning it off when you stopped rolling your hips.

You looked at Simon, smiling at his sleepy smile, "Worn out?"

He nodded, blinking slow and soft.

"I can take care of the bath, go dry off and get in bed," you tell him, kissing his forehead and pulling off his lap.

Simon nods and gets out, snagging a towel and tossing the toy under the bed. You get out too, drying your legs off, emptying the tub, and cleaning the bathroom of your clothes. You toss the towel on the drying bar over Simon's and enter your room. You giggle when you find him lying face-first on the bed, fast asleep, completely naked. You tuck him in, kissing his temple and climb in next to him, not getting dressed either. You sigh and close your eyes, comfortable smiles on both your faces.