Pants filled the air between the both of you as you laid resting on your back, a tear tricking down your skin. She gently brushes the pad of her thumb, brushing it off. She sighs, leaning into your decorated neck, huffing softly against the skin before pressing her lips to each hickey or love bite, kissing them softly.

You were still coming down, legs slightly shaking. Her hands run up and down them, soothingly, gentle. “Cupcake.. you did so good..” She whispered, along with other compliments between her kisses.

You whisper a soft, “Thank you.” to which she chuckles, pressing her pointer finger to your lips, shushing you softly. “Shh, shh, shh.. you just relax, let me do the talking.”

Eventually, when you tell her you felt sweaty, wanting to take a bath, she slowly helps you up, stilling when you’d wince or whimper, being even more careful with you. “Easy, cupcake.. I got you, I’ll take care of everything.” She whispers, holding you to her muscular frame as you made your way to your shared bathroom.

“I’ll put new sheets on the bed after our bath.” She’d say as she settled you on the ledge of the bathtub. “Throw the current ones into the wash..”

She turns on the faucet, opening the cabinet above the skin, grabbing a bottle of bubble mix. “Bubble bath?” She asked, to which you nodded, making her smile. She opened the cap, drizzling some into the water.

While the water ran, she went to the laundry room, grabbing fresh towels for the both of you, placing them onto the marble countertops. She gently holds your waist, steadying your shaky legs as you get in the warm water, bubbles clinging to you. “Feels nice, cupcake?”