Jily oneshots

Bubbly (smut)

by Fayejase

Snow flurries catch in Lily's hair as she ambles down the cobblestone street of Soho, London. Shopping bags hang on her arms. Her little neighborhood is charming at this time of year. Christmas lights twinkle merrily at her, lighting the night sky. She can hear laughter and music from with in the restaurants and shops that line the street.

She reaches the gate to her walkway and pushes her way through, listening to the familiar creek of the iron hinges. Her front garden is decorated beautifully, thanks to her husband and a little bit of holiday magic. White string lights are wrapped around every tree and shrub and hang from the roof and gate. Her door and stoop are draped with fresh green garland adorned with pinecones and winter berries. Wreathes tied up with big red bows hang artfully from her windows and front door. Her townhome, dusted with glistening white snow, is as quaint and picturesque as a ginger bread house.

Her gas lit lanterns give her enough light to fish her keys out of her bag. She turns the key in her doorknob, swings her black front door open, and steps inside. She hears a light puttering against her hardwood floors as she bends down to grab the mail that was dropped into the mail slot. A tiny ginger kitten with a bushy tail grazes himself against her leg, purring and mewling for attention.

Lily scratches him behind his ear gently. "Hello Alfie, are you hungry?"

He meows at her. She takes that as a yes.

Lily places her purse on the entry way table and tosses her keys in to the bowl sitting there for that very purpose. She removes the shopping bags from her arms and takes off her coat, placing them into the french pine cupboard of her entryway. She knows it is a safe hiding place for the Christmas presents as her husband, James, will throw his coat over the stand alone chair next to the cupboard when he gets home. Where she is nice and neat he is chaos personified.

She walks through her house clicking on a few lamps as she makes her way into her kitchen to feed Alfie. When she enters the kitchen, Alfie is already sitting on the counter behind his bowl waiting patiently for her. She grabs the cup from the canister and scoops a hefty amount of food into his bowl before patting his head and leaving him to his dinner.

Lily turns her stove on to prepare a cup of tea. She pops a tea bag into her favorite mug that her mum gave her for her birthday last year. Once the kettle begins to whistle, she pours the water into her mug, adding a splash of milk and three cubes of sugar, and mixes the tea with a cheerful clink of her spoon against the porcelain.

She grasps the mug in between her fingers, warming them, and takes a generous sip. She loves the way the hot liquid slides down her throat, easing her into a sense of calm.

"I'm going to take a bath, Alfie." She calls out to her kitten.

Taking her cuppa with her, she wanders upstairs and into her bedroom. She enters her ensuite and begins to light the candles surrounding her tub and vanity before lighting a fire in their bathroom fireplace. She runs a bath and drizzles a touch of rose scented bubble bath into the steaming water, watching the bubbles form and foam in her clawfoot tub.

As the bath fills Lily draws her hair up into a messy knot on top of her head, wayward strands frame her face loosely. She connects her phone to her bluetooth speaker and clicks on her comfort playlist. The jazzy melody of I Love You For Sentimental Reasons by Linda Ronstadt begins to swirl through the air. Lily hums along as she slips off her cream cable knit jumper and blue jeans.

She dips a toe into the water to test the temperature. It's deliciously warm, so she slinks down into the bath and rests her back against the side of the tub, purring in appreciation of the soothing aroma. Once the tub is up to her collarbone with swirling bubbles she turns off the tap, rests her head back, and closes her eyes.