The tub was a sanctuary...the water a religious rite. The simple act of unpeeling clothes and slowly dissolving into the misty waters was perhaps the truest of acts...the most honest reveal.
He remembered the sounds of the waters, spilling out of a spigot turned on high...outside the rain was portending the movement of a winter front...misty, ice cold orbs spilling against the night...staccato on the glass windows...the wind heaving and brushing past the house in a whirlwind. The noise almost equal to the sounds of the water filling up the large porcelain tub. It was a sound he craved..the empty vessel filling with warming waters...he sprinkled in salts and solvents...turning the waters a slight green and filling the air with the scent of a spa.
She undressed like she was alone in her closet...comfortable, relaxed. He marveled at her ease...her matter of fact movements...she was transitioning...from one world to the next...and while he quickly and awkwardly pulled off pants and socks he admired her slowness in becoming naked. Nude.
The briefest and coldest of moments when transitioning from the tile floor to the steamy waters...too hot to just jump into...the need for a slow descent.
He loved watching her enter the waters...her pale skin against the bathroom light...her legs entering the greenish waters...calves...then knees...thighs...her legs scissoring across the ledge then slipping into the tub.
And then she was there, across from him...naked in the waters...their legs touching slightly...but mostly it was the humidity and her hair was pulled up and away from her...her angles of her face flushed in the warmth.
He remember feeling cleansed...feeling saved. Dipped into an ocean of her that she possessed...she anointed.
He felt her like a religious gift...an offering. She was vulnerable. She was near.
And she stared across the steam of the waters with a gaze that penetrated...a dangerous gaze full of wanting but unabashed wanting...the sweet hesitation before the plunge...the turn of a dark eye like a shark regarding...
He slipped slightly downwards,...towards her...she slipped lower towards the water...at some point they intersected...their bodies slightly warmer than the waters surrounding them.
The water displaced dangerously close to the top of the tub...and within minutes it was sloshing joyously on the floor, spreading across the tile into pools of its own.
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