I lay my hands against the wood of the door, gently pushing it open. The coolness of it is refreshing, comforting. I shift my bag on my shoulder, feeling how it digs into my skin. The soft smell of candles drifts out, touching my senses. Closing my eyes, I still myself and push the door the rest of the way open.
He left it open for me, unlocked. Told me to run a bath for myself, bubbles are under the sink... the stillness of the house is odd to me. It's usually filled with his beautiful laughter and warm hands. I drop my bag to the floor, slipping my hands under the thick sweater I'm wearing, peeling it off with my tight t-shirt. I drop them by the door. A cool breeze creeps in and I remember to close the door. I slowly start to cross the small kitchen, running a finger along the table top... I remember being hoisted onto the surface and spread with his capable hands. I shiver... wondering what is in store for tonight.
I cross the kitchen, my socked feet slipping a long the wood floor. I shiver slightly from the edge of the house being empty all day. I finnish the short journey to the bathroom. I lean against the door jam as I survey the array of items on the bath-side table. Lavendar candles, vanilla message oil, and a platter of food covered with a cloth. I flip off the fabric, and smile, appreciating his sense of sensual delicacies.
I turn to the bath tub, and start to run the water, as hot as I can stand it. Grateful that he likes it as hot as I do. At the foot of the bathtub is the bubble bath mix, I toss in a few spoonfulls and stir the water with my finger tips. Slipping my jeans down my hips, I imagine his hands gripping my breasts. I sigh, enjoying the delicious atmosphere he provided for me in his absence but aching for him all the more.
I turn to the bathtub, kicking my jeans off my feet. I test the water with my finger tips, the warmth flowing up my arm. I slip in, my legs enveloped in the deliciousness of warm water. I slip down to my shoulders, and remember to pull pencil out of my hair. I sigh, tossing the pencil overboard as I slip under the surface of the water.
I relish his teasing email, running my hands down my belly in the hot hot water. My skin burns in ecstacy, and I think of his lips and tongue brushing along my back. The inside of my thigh, the curve of my hip. All of his favorite places... shivering for him even in his absence.
I twist onto my belly, pressing my breasts into the slope of the tub, resurfacing. The water slides off of me, the sting leaving my skin as the cool air kisses it. I reach over to the plate of small snacks and pick up a piece of white chocolate. The square is soft from the heat of my bath, and I think of how he loves to feed me pieces of this chocolate. The smile spreads across my lips and I savor the white chocolate.
Sighing, I slip farther back down into the bathtub. I grapple over the other side of the tub, looking for the water pillow. I find it, and slide it under my chest against the slope of the tub as my legs relax into a more comfortable position. I sigh, wondering how he will wake me. His hands on my waist, his kiss on my ear... and I slide off into a dreary sleep.