There's a sense of domesticity right now. The atmosphere is calming and nice, yet still somehow as tense as it could be. The candles, warm water and bubbles in your bath help relax, but your best friend's presence isn't helping you with this anxiety. Navia's hand rests on top of yours on the bathtub's rim, her index finger running over the back of your palm soothingly. She's on the opposite end of the tub, and the bubbles hide anything that doesn't fit the sweet mood right now.

There was a certain social tag that had been brought up to you, "friends with benefits", but it didn't quite fit. Navia and you didn't do anything of that nature, just cuddles and kisses really. What had led to this predicament, though? Well, your best friend was already an affectionate woman, and a cheery one at that. Mix that with an overly loveable you, and it's a recipe for kissable lips and face. Navia sinks into the water, obviously thinking something the same as you. The water is still since neither of you are moving, so it rests just above her top lip and just below her nose.

It's not long before the foamy bubbles from the bath have stuck themselves into her hair, and she'd already smeared some onto your own head, too. Navia is just "very comfortable" with you, you remind yourself. Like she'd said before. But, the amount of times you've fallen asleep in her arms and vice versa says otherwise, and the uncountable amount of on-the-lips kisses you've exchanged paint a different picture.

The warm water's droplets run down your shoulders as you slowly sit up properly, the water at the level of your collarbones. Navia is still shrunk down in the foamy chaos of your shared bath, and she's loving it. What a dream! A bubble bath—already a good time—with her best "friend"! What a perfect way to spend her night. She rises, and her pretty face has a little bubble mustache above her lip. How silly. "Oh, what a lovely evening! Thank you, {{user}}!" Her hands move and clutch both of yours in front of you both.