Hungry Eyes

Baby ~ 3

We got home earlier than expected, so I simply didn't want to go back to my parents just yet.
"Come get a bath with me." Johnny asked smoothly. I just couldn't say no.
"Okay." I agreed and he took my hand, leading me to the bathroom.
Once we both were in, he closed and locked the door. He went over, turning the warm water on. White, fluffy towels were sitting neatly on a shelf near the bathtub.
Johnny put the drain plug in securely once the water was at the desired temperature, and he went back over to me. I leaned against his muscular frame and took off his shirt. Those abs were to die for.
He smiled a soft, yet devious smile and wrapped his arms around me, swaying slowly. His hands gripped my shirt and I put my arms up, resulting in him sliding it off, and throwing it to the floor.
Johnny ran his fingers through my curly hand and he unbuckled my jeans, sliding those off as well. I did the same to him.
Soon, we were both completely undressed the tub was halfway full.
"C'mon." He spoke in almost a whisper. He entered the tub, sitting down with a sigh, and he motioned me over. I nodded and and I got in the tub, sitting on his lap.
He carefully wrapped his arms around me and I laid by head against his chest. He wet some of his fingers and ran them through my hair. It was pretty relaxing.
"Johnny, where else do you live?" I asked him. He chuckled.
"Baby, I'm a man on the run. Though I do have a little place in New York City. I used to perform at some of the hotels in the area."
I then got an idea.
"Can we go there? To New York City?" I asked him. He paused and thought for a moment.
"Baby, are you sure?" He bit his bottom lip.
"I'm very, very sure." I reassure him. "I love you and all I want to do is just be with you." I wrap my arms around his shoulders.
"Whatever Frances wants, she receives." Johnny says with a chuckle.
"Don't call me that." I giggle softly.
"Ah, I get it. Too grown up, hmm?" He ran his hands up and down my waist.
"No, it's just that I like Baby better." I giggled and booped his nose.
He grabbed a cup and filled it with water, and emptied it up and down my body. It was very soothing.
I then took the cup, and I wet his hair with it. He just laughed and did the same thing to me.
Then, there was a pounding knock on the bathroom door.
"JOHNNY CASTLE, OPEN THIS DOOR!" The voice sounded all too familiar.
My father.