Romans & histoires Poppy Bubblebath

It’s breathtaking, I let out a whistle. “Wow, it’s like a Roman bath.” Right in the middle of the huge square room, with steps going up to it, is the largest square tub I have ever seen. Even Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman did not soak in a tub like this and hers was pretty impressive. He pulls me to him and crushes my lips with his, I love the way his tongue follows mine as we mingle together, he bites gently on my lower lip. “Let me run us the bath, there are robes on the back of the door.” He plays with the taps and the water begins to fill it up. I add some bubble bath from an expensive looking baby blue bottle with gold writing on it. It smells of lavender, my favorite.

This bathroom is the epitome of opulence. I move behind the screen to the tub, smiling. There is a small white shelf beside it. On top is a spicy floral scented candle. Below are all the toiletries I could need. Creamy bubble solution, body wash, shampoo, conditioner and oil bath beads. I turn on the hot water and add the solution, watching as the tub quickly fills with the steaming bubbles. I throw in a few bath beads. I notice the scented salts and pour a generous handful of them in too.

The lord might just hand me back over to Lyra! I turned on the taps for the bath and began sniffing and pouring bubble bath and salts from all the pretty little bottles and pots dotted along a glass shelf. The room began to steam from the hot water and the smell of lavender, jasmine and peach floated from the bubbles. I took off my dirty, ugly clothes and as soon as my toes hit the hot water, my whole body eased, and I finally felt like I could breathe and relax for a moment. I sunk my whole body up to my shoulders beneath the popping bubbles and hot water and did a long exhale at the bliss of the warmth and comfort from just this one bathtub in the silence of my room.

“You don't believe me when I say I'm going to the toilet. I'm proving that I'm not deceiving you.” Poppy was intrigued by the sound of flowing water. She did not, however, dare to open her hands. “I want to take a bath. My body is sticky because you won't let me leave, even to take a shower. Prepare warm water,” Robin requested. Poppy dashed away from the toilet. She then turned on the hot water faucet in the bathtub while daydreaming. She smiled faintly as she remembered their hot activity from this afternoon. Robin spoke softly, not angry over her love confession. He no longer gives orders in the same way he used to.

Grabbing bubble bath from my little bathside kit, I poured it under the running water. I curled my knees to my chest, feeling the water rise up to my toes, then my ankles, and slowly, higher and higher up to my legs. When it was just under my breasts, I turned it off, seeing the white, lavender and vanilla smelling bubbles surrounding me. I took a deep breath, an ear to ear grin plastered on my face. As I cupped my hands and held infront of me soapy fun-ness, I began thinking about how Kol had seen my nightmare. It was a little fuzzy to me since it was tampered with, but I

She took one more deep breath of Elena's panties, shuddered with a mini-orgasm, and then threw them into the washer. Elena had filled the tub and wanted to add the bath oil, and then spotted the bubble bath. She thought about adding that instead of the oil but wasn't sure it would be a good idea with the whirlpool jets. She didn't want to add too much and have the bathroom end up buried in bubbles. So, she slipped on the robe and grabbing the bubble bath bottle, walked out to find marie and ask if it would be okay and how much to use.

All she could think was, “Holy fuck, I spoke with Poppy Carrie.” She called Harper. And she was going to be on the next flight. ********** That night, feeling oddly buoyant, Cole treated herself to an epic bath, pouring almost all of the free Molton Brown products into it until she had her very own watery bubble cloud. Unfortunately, it was way less fun than she thought it was going to be because it was a depressingly large tub to contain a single, smallish Cole. And it woke up the beast of her missing Aiden, which she mostly kept tucked up inside while doing other things. But sometimes, when she was alone, it shook off its lethargy and came at her with teeth and claws until she was left wit

Pietro poured in a capful of sweet, heavenly-smelling liquid from a bottle of soap that was nestled into a little shelf in the wall. Instantly, flowery-scented bubbles started churning in the warm water. I relaxed and sagged in the bathtub, too tired to do anything at all. The water was lukewarm, just the right temperature, and even though my skin was stinging, it felt wonderful to soak my filthy self. He walked away, and when he came back, he was holding a bottle of water in his hands. ‘Jesus! Can someone be a sadist and also a mind-reader?’

Lotty dropped onto the edge of the bed, stretching her legs out, still catching her breath. “You’re not going to tell me what you’re doing?” she called after him. “No.” “That’s suspicious.” “You’ll see.” She heard the water start. A few minutes later, steam began to drift out from the partially open door. Lotty frowned slightly, curiosity getting the better of her as she pushed herself up and walked toward the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway. The large tub was filled. Steam curled up into the air, and the faint scent of something soft, lavender, maybe hung in the room. Bubbles. Actual bubbles.

These bubbles aren’t very bubblicious. I panic as I blame the bubbly soap I used that distinctly read ’Bubblicious’ above the warning label behind the bottle. I tuck my feet further in, hoping to cover what the bubbles won’t should they choose to dissolve completely before I figure out how to get Marcel to leave.