ғɪғᴛʏ ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ (ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ)

35. 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎 (s.ᴄ)

A hoarse whisper "kiss me"

(warning: mentions nudity)

"A porcelain tub with boiling water"

The sky was darkening as you walked through the streets of Manhattan. The stars glimmering lightly over the cobbled paths. The boys were just leaving Jacobi's after an incredible celebration. It was so much fun to see the boys happy and, in their element, singing and dancing. But one thing was playing on your mind. You glanced over at Spot who had his hand in yours swinging it slightly.

"A porcelain tub with boiling water" rattled your thoughts.

Is that all he wanted, a hot bath?

"Hey Spot" you said, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yes doll" he replied with a smile.

"Is that what you really want, a hot bath" you asked comfortingly. He swallowed nervously and nodded. You giggled and kissed his cheek.

"Why didn't you just say" you announced to a somewhat confused Spot Conlon. You stopped walking towards the Brooklyn bridge and back to your house.

You came from a richer family, a family with the luxury of a bathtub. And as if by fate, your parents were away on business, so you had the whole house to yourself. The walk to your house wasn't long but it was full of questions from your oblivious boyfriend.

Spot stood in front of your house awkwardly as you jiggled the key in the lock. The door finally opened, and you walked down the corridor into a huge sitting room. You pointed to the sofa and told Spot to wait until you got back.

"Are you sure?" he muttered. You had never seen Spot so scared, he was the most feared boy in all of New York and he was terrified of your couch.

"It'll be fine" you said with a smile, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. Then you dashed off into your house. You ran up the stairs to the bathroom and smirked to yourself. You ran some hot water (idk if they had running water in those times but now, they do... magic) and rummaged through the cupboard to find your mothers bubble bath. You found it eventually pouring a generous amount into the water. You stepped back looking at your work... It didn't look finished just yet. Then you remembered the abundance of candles you kept in the kitchen. You took off back down the stairs and past Spot and into the kitchen. You dipped down and pulled the box of candles from the cabinet under the sink and grabbed the box of matches on the counter.

"Y/N" Spot called as you ran past... You ignored him and went back upstairs. Placing the little candles around the bathroom and lighting them speedily. You took a deep breath and blew out the lit match. Perfect, you thought to yourself. You went back downstairs, to Spot. He was still sitting in the same position that he had been in when you left him. You grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" he questioned. You pushed open the bathroom door and smiled.

"TaaDaa" you laughed.

"Your very own porcelain tub with boiling water"

"Y/N, you didn't have to..."

"Shut up and get in, the water won't stay warm" you joked. You turned around waiting for Spot to strip.

"You in yet pretty boy?"

There was no reply, just a content sigh.

"Ill take that as a yes"

You turned around to see Spot with his head back, eyes closed. You sat down beside the tub and smiled.

"Thank you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Kiss me"

And you did. You lips collided blissfully. Your hand twisting into his damp hair. He smelt clean and his smile was evident as he kissed you. His tongue slipped past your lips, deepening the kiss. He pulled away contently.

"Thank you" he said again, sinking deeper into the water.

"No problem Spot" you smiled as he linked his wet hand with yours.

"I love you"

(A/N: Hello everyone, this oneshot is inspired by a mix of things i've read on Tumblr and i kinda like it. At the start i wasn't sure but i think it got better. Also THANK YOU for 600 reads, you are all incredible. So thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed it. Stay safe and ily)