Cross My Heart, Hope to Die (America x Autistic!Wife!Reader) *SLOW UPDATES*

Chapter 9-Bathtub Love

Lemon ahead!

Thanks to his fast hands, America and (Y/N) were able to finish washing the dishes in time for their 9:00 bath, and as soon as that came, (Y/N) took off running to the bathroom, grabbing a giant bath bomb in the process.

God, after all that, they really needed a bath.

Eventually the sound of running water was heard, as well as (Y/N) stripping herself of her clothing. Closing the bathroom door behind him, America began to do the same, smiling tiredly but eagerly, and judging from the pace his lovely (Y/N) was going at, she was feeling the same.

"Are you alright darling?" he then asked.

(Y/N) peaked from the changing station, her expression confused.

"With China's accusations," America clarified. "Are you alright?"

(Y/N) frowned, thought for a couple of moments, and then shrugged before darting back into the changing station, the movement saying she was unsure.

Eventually she came out, her entire body exposed in all its glory. Seeing her like that, America could feel himself growing hot, and it had nothing to do with the steam. His wife blushed at him before she moved to turn off the water and grabbed the giant bath bomb she brought.

Judging from its rich red color, America guessed it was either the ripe apple, strawberry and kiwi, or the cranberry bath bomb.

Turning on the camera around her head again so she could watch it for awhile afterwards, (Y/N) moved to place the bath bomb into the water, watching intently as it erupted with a rich red color upon contact. Now free of any clothing himself, America stood behind his wife as the color filled up the entire bathtub and unleashed its scent throughout the room.

Oh, so it was ripe apple, one of his favorite fruits.

Smirking, America placed his hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders, earning a sharp gasp from the latter who refused to glance his way until the bath bomb finally fizzed away. Turning off the camera then, she glared up at her husband, who continued to smirk at her.

"Time to dive in," he said, wasting no time in sweeping (Y/N) off her feet and dumping her into the tub. She fell in with a squeak, red water spilling everywhere onto the tile floor which thankfully had a drain. When she surfaced, (Y/N) wiped at her eyes before pouting up at her husband, who now joined her.

He held up his hands. "Couldn't control myself darling, and that's your fault."

"Huh?!" Eye twitching, (Y/N) pounced on America, taking him underwater with her. Once there, she pounded on her husband's chest before they had to go back to the surface. There, America grabbed the shampoo and poured some into his hand, soon rubbing it into his wife's hair while she was still rubbing at her eyes.

She relaxed after feeling his hands messaging her scalp, and soon she took the bottle from him and squirted some into America's hair, now rubbing the shampoo in herself. Smiling, America brought up a hand and proceeded to run his fingers over (Y/N)'s exposed nipples.

She jerked with a gasp as a shiver ran through her body, and seeing his mischievous hand, (Y/N) lightly smacked America upside the head before continuing with her work. Afterwards, she dove under the water to wash out the suds, with her husband not too far behind her.

Now the red water was filled with bubbles when they surfaced again, and they proceeded to scrub conditioner into the other's hair. America was so tempted to continue touching (Y/N) again, but didn't want to risk getting smacked upside the head again as they submerged again once the conditioner had set in. Returning, America stared at his wife, whose lower face was still under the water as she stared back at him.