𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Soapy Kisses

au- s and l are washing their dog on a sunday afternoon and somethin goes wrong

Warning: SHORT ASF

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"This is your fault."

Lydia grumbled incoherent words after her four worded phrase, earning a cheeky grin to slap onto her husband's face. She pulled her hair back into a high pony tail to refrain from the strawberry locks from getting wet. She then whistled, the Labrador sprinting into the slippery bathroom with a wagging tail and panted breath. Lydia pet the dog sweetly as Stiles ran the bathtub water.

It wasn't that the dog, Riley, was smelly. Well- he was, but he also had a little accident just a few minutes earlier. The dog decided it was a good idea to roll around in the mud pile that was placed in the front of the yard, walking out with Stiles when he went to go get the mail. The dew from the night before caused more of the dirty water to rise in its little puddle. Lydia woke up to find Riley and Stiles standing outside. When Lydia asked him why Stiles didn't come back in, he said that he didn't want to leave Riley standing alone.

The girl almost had a heart attack when she saw a tall figure and a small figure standing in the back door frame way. And she soon figured out that the hose couldn't turn on, and that he locked himself out.

"This isn't my fault."

Lydia scoffed at his answer as they filled the bath with salts and bubbles to clean off the dog. She felt ridiculous on her hands and knees trying to make this the best thing a dog could have. Also the fact that she was wearing his clothes, claiming she didn't want hers dirty, so the look right now was exceptionally huge. He liked it, though. He loved his wife in his clothes.

"You're the one who brought the dog out."

Stiles chuckled, but didn't press anything further. Riley sat happily next to the sink, watching and panting and not having a care in the world. But that wasn't the point. The point was that Lydia was pretending to be furious when she was borderline happy. He knew what she was saying, and he smirked.

"Eh. Well, it's time Riley needed a bath anyway."

Lydia merely shrugged, and sat while waiting for it to fill up. Stiles did the same, but not without leaning forward to kiss her once or twice. Maybe three times, but who was counting?

"Okay, Riley," said Lydia. She managed to pick up the dog. "Lets get you all cleaned up," she heaved.

Stiles assisted her with the large animal, and helped her set the dog carefully into the tub. The dog didn't squirm or protest, to their advantage, but quietly sat in the tub. Riley looked back and forth between his owners, panting and wagging his tail like everything in the world was happy. Lydia smiled. Stiles caught her and grinned at her.

The bath water was roughly up to about half of the tub which was almost to Riley's belly, and Lydia couldn't exactly reach all the dirt spots. She grumbled, and stood up abruptly and sat on the edge of the tub. Stiles watched her with amusement. She adjusted herself so she wouldn't fall, and kept scrubbing like nothing had happened. There was just one little spot she couldn't reach-

"Be careful you don't fall in," murmured Stiles.

Lydia scoffed but didn't look up. "I wouldn't."

They kept scrubbing, and Riley seemed to be loving all of the attention. Stiles would occasionally pet him, and put down his scrub just to do so. Then Lydia would do the same. And periodically, the couple would be petting the dog instead of cleaning it for about ten minutes. It was sweet, and caught them off guard.

Once they fell back into reality, she kept washing and started to hum a song. He wasn't sure what the title of the music was, but he did know the tune that went along with it. Soon enough, they were both humming and dancing around the marble bathroom with their dog watching them quietly.