The Long, Winding Road Home

[sciencegrl_fred]

Continued from hereEven though we've been walking without speaking for several minutes, the warmth of Wesley's hand holding mine is comforting, something that seems tangible after all the craziness we've been through in the last day...week...month...year. Years, even. At least there's something a bit normal in my life again

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[sciencegrl_fred]

He's stuttering at my suggestion. He's so adorable when he does that, and it reminds me that I have a very special man in my life. He's definitely one-in-a-million. Well, two-in-a-million now, I guess.

Giving him a kiss on his back, I pull away and unzip my corduroys, pushing them down my legs with my underpants.

"Could you help me in?" I ask.

He takes my hand and supports me as I step into the tub. The water feels so good, so warm. With a sigh, I sit down, not letting go of his hand even once I'm covered by the water and bubbles. This is so wonderful - it feels like it's been years since I had a bath like this.

"Thank you, Wes."

He leans down so I can kiss him, and suddenly, I decide that stuttering or no, he's going to share this bath with me. With a grin, I tug on his hand, pulling him - clothes and all - into the bath with me, splashing water everywhere and causing some of the candles to splutter out.

"Whoops," I tell him, fighting the urge to giggle at the sight of him covered with bubbles and losing horribly. "Guess you might as well stay in here with me now."