bubbleficathon fic: A Convert to the Life of Baths and Bubbles (Grey's Anatomy)
Title: A Convert to the Life of Baths & Bubbles
Author: Tracy (lunarknightz)
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: George/Callie
Written for: ella_bee
Prompt: lots of bubbles/bubble bath
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none (set somewhere in S2)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“This is not my kind of place.” George protested, wishing he could simply stick his feet into the tile floor of the upscale mall in the suburbs of Seattle that Callie had dragged him to. “I’m a guy.” He protested. “I don’t buy tampons, and I don’t go into these kind of stores.”
Callie rolled her eyes. “I’d buy it a little more, Mr. Man, if you didn’t pratically vault into Victoria’s Secret.”
“They have…very interesting architecture, um, there.”
“Yeah.” She grabbed him by the arm and forced him into the store. “And men read Playboy only for the articles.”
“Sometimes!”
“Oh, get over yourself, O’Malley.”
“It smells weird in here.”
“It smells wonderful.” Callie smiled, and ran over to one of the large display tables at the front of the store. “Smell that?” She stuck a bottle under George’s nose. “MMM. Cinnamon Bun.” She grabbed another. “Apple. Pecan. Pumpkin.”
“Soap shouldn’t smell like food. That’s just disgusting.”
“Oh? You’d rather smell like pretty little flowers?” Callie smirked.
“Men don’t think about how they smell.”
“Uh, that’s obvious.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Should I phone Izzie and Meredith and get a second opinon?”
“Look, can we just get the stupid stinking soap and get the hell out of you?”
“Nah.” She chirped. “I kind of like torturing you.” A wide grin spread over Callie’s face. “It’s fun.”
“I am in hell.” George sighed, throwing his hands up in the air.
“No, sir.” A confused salesgirl said as she passed by. “You’re in Bath and Bodyworks.”
“Okay, Mr. McDrama.” Callie said, coming up beside him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I’ll make you a deal. Hush up with the theatrics, and I’ll make you one killer bath the next time your roommates are on duty and we have the house to ourselves.”
“That’s a deal?”
“Oh trust me.” Callie said. “It’ll be the best damn bath you’ve had in your entire life.”
“Yeah, well, it better be.” George sighed, knowing that he’d already lost the argument, if not the war.
**********
“What in the hell is this thing?”
“It’s a loofah.”
“What in the hell is a loofah?”
“I can’t believe you managed to get a doctorate, but you don’t know that a loofah is a sponge.”
“I’m a surgeon.” George said, fidgeting as he looked at the full bathtub. “You don’t use loofahs in surgery.”
“No shit.”
“Get in.”
“Yeah, well…”
“Look.” Callie’s beeper chirped. “That’s the hospital. I’m going to go call in, and when I get better, your ass sure as hell better be in that bathwater, before I push you in.”
“Is that a promise?”
”Seriously, George.”
“Fine.” He stripped down and stepped inside the bath after Callie left.
It did smell nice, he had to admit. He was still of the impression that soap shouldn’t smell like food- soap should smell like soap, because what was soap, but soap? But the pumpkin smell was kind of nice, even if it was food. It smelled kind of like the pies his mother made on Thanksgiving. MMM. Pumpkin.
The warm water did feel nice. He hadn’t taken a bath in years, not since puberty. It was kind of nice, okay REALLY nice to relax.
Something shiny under the mountain of bubbles caught George’s attention.
It was a boat, a shiny plastic red toy boat.
Boats were cool.
He began to weave the boat in and out of the bubbles, making whirring engine noises, as if the boat was a speedboat instead of a tugboat.
“I see that you’re one of the converted.” Callie smirked, sitting down on the side of the bath. “Isn’t it great?’
“It’s…not bad.”
“You like it. You LOVE it.”
“You’re totally going to ruin my street cred.”
“Honey, you’ve never had street cred.” She giggled and ran her fingers over his wet shoulders. “It’s part of your charm.”
“So, you gotta go in?”
“Nope.” She smiled.
“Good?”
“Yeah.” George beamed. “Because now I won’t feel bad when I do this.” He reached out and pulled his fully clothed girlfriend into the bathtub with him, ignoring her screams.
“Now this,” he said, kissing her, “could convert me into a bath taker for life.”
Author: Tracy (lunarknightz)
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: George/Callie
Written for: ella_bee
Prompt: lots of bubbles/bubble bath
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none (set somewhere in S2)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“This is not my kind of place.” George protested, wishing he could simply stick his feet into the tile floor of the upscale mall in the suburbs of Seattle that Callie had dragged him to. “I’m a guy.” He protested. “I don’t buy tampons, and I don’t go into these kind of stores.”
Callie rolled her eyes. “I’d buy it a little more, Mr. Man, if you didn’t pratically vault into Victoria’s Secret.”
“They have…very interesting architecture, um, there.”
“Yeah.” She grabbed him by the arm and forced him into the store. “And men read Playboy only for the articles.”
“Sometimes!”
“Oh, get over yourself, O’Malley.”
“It smells weird in here.”
“It smells wonderful.” Callie smiled, and ran over to one of the large display tables at the front of the store. “Smell that?” She stuck a bottle under George’s nose. “MMM. Cinnamon Bun.” She grabbed another. “Apple. Pecan. Pumpkin.”
“Soap shouldn’t smell like food. That’s just disgusting.”
“Oh? You’d rather smell like pretty little flowers?” Callie smirked.
“Men don’t think about how they smell.”
“Uh, that’s obvious.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Should I phone Izzie and Meredith and get a second opinon?”
“Look, can we just get the stupid stinking soap and get the hell out of you?”
“Nah.” She chirped. “I kind of like torturing you.” A wide grin spread over Callie’s face. “It’s fun.”
“I am in hell.” George sighed, throwing his hands up in the air.
“No, sir.” A confused salesgirl said as she passed by. “You’re in Bath and Bodyworks.”
“Okay, Mr. McDrama.” Callie said, coming up beside him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I’ll make you a deal. Hush up with the theatrics, and I’ll make you one killer bath the next time your roommates are on duty and we have the house to ourselves.”
“That’s a deal?”
“Oh trust me.” Callie said. “It’ll be the best damn bath you’ve had in your entire life.”
“Yeah, well, it better be.” George sighed, knowing that he’d already lost the argument, if not the war.
**********
“What in the hell is this thing?”
“It’s a loofah.”
“What in the hell is a loofah?”
“I can’t believe you managed to get a doctorate, but you don’t know that a loofah is a sponge.”
“I’m a surgeon.” George said, fidgeting as he looked at the full bathtub. “You don’t use loofahs in surgery.”
“No shit.”
“Get in.”
“Yeah, well…”
“Look.” Callie’s beeper chirped. “That’s the hospital. I’m going to go call in, and when I get better, your ass sure as hell better be in that bathwater, before I push you in.”
“Is that a promise?”
”Seriously, George.”
“Fine.” He stripped down and stepped inside the bath after Callie left.
It did smell nice, he had to admit. He was still of the impression that soap shouldn’t smell like food- soap should smell like soap, because what was soap, but soap? But the pumpkin smell was kind of nice, even if it was food. It smelled kind of like the pies his mother made on Thanksgiving. MMM. Pumpkin.
The warm water did feel nice. He hadn’t taken a bath in years, not since puberty. It was kind of nice, okay REALLY nice to relax.
Something shiny under the mountain of bubbles caught George’s attention.
It was a boat, a shiny plastic red toy boat.
Boats were cool.
He began to weave the boat in and out of the bubbles, making whirring engine noises, as if the boat was a speedboat instead of a tugboat.
“I see that you’re one of the converted.” Callie smirked, sitting down on the side of the bath. “Isn’t it great?’
“It’s…not bad.”
“You like it. You LOVE it.”
“You’re totally going to ruin my street cred.”
“Honey, you’ve never had street cred.” She giggled and ran her fingers over his wet shoulders. “It’s part of your charm.”
“So, you gotta go in?”
“Nope.” She smiled.
“Good?”
“Yeah.” George beamed. “Because now I won’t feel bad when I do this.” He reached out and pulled his fully clothed girlfriend into the bathtub with him, ignoring her screams.
“Now this,” he said, kissing her, “could convert me into a bath taker for life.”