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Sam woke up about three hours after she and Danny had fallen asleep (she'd made sure to check her watch this time). Blinking her eyelids up slowly, a fond smile crossed her face as she perceived Danny... out like a light, fingers sprawled protectively over her lower back.

"Can't stop being a hero even for one second," she murmured, and lightly kissed his cheek, smoothing back one or two black, thick strands of hair from his face. "Dork."

She didn't want to move -- and didn't, for a few minutes, just relaxing and enjoying feeling cozy and warm and close -- but eventually her bladder won out, and she gently slipped out and away from him, mourning the loss of warmth.

Yawning sleepily, she made her way out of the bathroom a few minutes later, fully intending to crawl back into bed, when she did a double take and peered back inside. Because there was a bathtub and shower there that looked big enough to rival her own. Considering Sam's house mansion, this was saying something.

A bath would be... really, really nice... She bit her lip.

She already knew where the towels were after cleaning up after Danny's drinking episode last time. She peered into the cupboard and had a nice jaw dropping moment. "No way!" No way was that a bottle of lavender bubble bath. Just... no way.

She was totally giving the Bar all the money she had left. Totally.

She turned on the water and was pleased to see it was sparkling and adjusted the temperature, still rubbing sleep out of her eyes. After all the stress of the last few weeks (months, years), she'd barely been able to get enough sleep, let alone have time for other relaxation techniques. Sam loved bubble baths. Sam loved being able to relax and not be afraid to take longer than a five minute shower (the way things were going, she was not risking a ghost flying through her shower wall, she just wasn't).

Once the tub was filled with amazingly huge and fluffy purple bubbles, she sank in and let out a rare completely content sigh, submerging enough to soak her hair and rub bubbles out of her eyes. Life was great.

Date: 2006-07-20 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
At some point, Danny woke and found her not next to him. He'd heard splashing.

There was someone peeking through the crack in the door, and he wasn't invisible this time.

"...Can I come in?"

Date: 2006-07-20 06:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
He came into the bathroom, wearing his boxers, and sat down on the bathroom floor, his side against the tub.

Grinning, he flicked some suds at her. He was looking a lot better and the fever was down.

Date: 2006-07-20 07:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"A lot better," he said, leaning into her touch.

Date: 2006-07-20 07:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"Okay!"

The bubble bath came with naked gilrfriend. He was a teenage boy. Of course he felt like one.

He slipped out of his boxers and splashed his way in.

Date: 2006-07-20 08:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"Oh, haha," he said, looking all awkward about squeezing up next to her. He wasn't quite sure how to go about it.

Date: 2006-07-20 08:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"'Opebubly," he burbled. That was probably supposed to be 'hopefully.'

His arms wound around her waist and he relaxed, his head going to rest against the cool porcelain of the tub, his arms all full of naked, wet girlfriend.

Date: 2006-07-20 08:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"Oh yeah. Just the backrub. That was all I needed--a good backrub," he said. "Never mind the front-rub..."

Date: 2006-07-20 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"Oh ewww," he groused, wiping at his nose.

Date: 2006-07-20 09:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Goal achieved.

His eyes popped wide open.

But, aha, he'd learned her wily tricks! He could be just as tricksy!

"...Can you even hold your breath that long?"

Date: 2006-07-20 09:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"...Probably not," he admitted.

Date: 2006-07-20 09:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"I bet I can totally hold my breath longer than you. I bet you."

Date: 2006-07-21 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Danny gulped in air and stuck his nose and mouth under, staring her down.

Date: 2006-07-21 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Red usually came first, blue later, as Danny demonstrated at the minute mark.

Date: 2006-07-21 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Okay, he had the lung capacity of a fish.

Who, uh, kind of didn't have lungs. He sputtered and surfaced, coughing.

Date: 2006-07-21 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
It was funny how they could go from acting very, very adult (perhaps too adult) to...

Well, acting like they were five.

Danny, annoyed that he'd lost, flicked soap suds at her.

Date: 2006-07-21 02:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
There was more splashing and it was likely that there was less water in the tub than outside it.

Date: 2006-07-21 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"Want me to lick it? Maybe that'll make it feel better."

Danny was not done acting not-his-age.

Date: 2006-07-21 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"...That would work, too," he said, leaning in to do so.

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