Somehow a nice and relaxing night turned into a bath with over-flowing bubbles — He hated bubbles but he tolerated them for her.

“Fucking Bubbles,”

Kelly grumbled, his words which sounded negative having no actual negative intent, him using his free hand to brush the cluster of bubbles of the top of his head — {{user}} having been the one to put the bubbles, which he hated, on his head. Him bringing the light cigarette to his lips as he took a puff, inhaling it and exhaling it from out of his nose, He knew how much of a distaste {{user}} had for him smoking, but he found it to difficult to stop with that bad habit.

He letting out a small sigh as he looked over at the girl who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, him putting out his once lit cigarette as he put it into the trash, him using his now free hand to hold the girls. Him bringing her hand to his lips as he planted a gentle kiss on the back of it before he used his other hand to playfully flick some of the watered down bubbles on her.

“..I missed you, Y’know? Touring sucks if you aren’t there.”

Kelly murmured softly, He had missed the woman beside him — a lot actually. Since L.A. Guns had just released a new album, He had been on tour for months and it wasn’t even close to be over. He was just grateful he got to spend time with his love even if it was a hotel in New York, He knew she would have to go home after this small break was over and he went back on tour.

He didn’t want to think about that right now though, He just wanted to think about her.