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self-shipyard · 3 years
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"Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" - A Self-Ship Fic
SYNOPSIS: A self-indulgent fic in which Lumaca comes home after a busy day of college to find Gh.iaccio had prepared a bath for them to help her relax.
Word Count: 1753
CW: Inexplicit Nudity, Mild-Swearing, Bath-Time Fluff, Tons of Self Indulgence
Ghiaccio turned the faucet on, warm water flowing from the tap and into the tub. As he watched the tub fill up, he added some of Lumaca's rose-smelling soap into it and then lit a few candles around the edge of the tub.
He breathed in the scent and breathed out with a longing sigh.
“Fuck, that smells so damn good,” he said to himself almost dreamily. “It smells just like her…”
He looked down at his bathrobe, pulling its sash just a little tighter around his waist.
Ever since college had restarted for Lumaca, she had been going away for long hours and coming home with lots of exhaustion and anxiety. Naturally, Ghiaccio was concerned about his poor wife, so he'd been making sure he was around to provide her with extra affection.
She had already been so grateful for his care but tonight, he wanted to take it a step further.
“Lumaca should be home any minute now,” he considered as he turned off the faucet.
Sure enough, as soon as he pulled his hand away from the lever, a familiar sound of the front door clicking open made him perk up. He couldn’t help but almost sprint out of the bathroom and towards the entrance hall.
There Lumaca was, standing near the entrance and placing the book bag near the front door Her attention was to the floor but she was steadily moving her gaze upwards.
If she knew that an Italian blur was rapidly approaching her, she would've been faster in readjusting her line of sight.
“Ghiaccio, my love!” she began to call out. “I’m ho-!”
She squeaked a little in surprise as Ghiaccio suddenly had his arms tightly around her, his robe practically enveloping her. Her squeak was replaced with a giggle as soon as she felt him peppering her face in kisses.
She basked in the presence of her husband, his scent filling her lungs and his cool skin pressing up against her body.
He always felt like home.
“Welcome home, Lumaca,” he mumbled against her cheek. “Did I scare you?”
“Oh, not at all! Just surprised.” She leaned into him and kissed him on the lips, a gesture which he quickly return. “I’m so happy to be home with you again, honey.”
He smiled softly against her lips, brushing some of her hair off of her forehead before caressing her cheek.
"Me too, bucaneve.”
Lumaca nuzzled her face into his hand with a smile.
That was when she finally noticed that Ghiaccio was in nothing but a bathrobe. Her hand caressed the plush fabric on his waist.
“Were you about to take a shower?” she asked. “I hope I didn’t interrupt.”
“Actually...” He grinned wider. “You came back just in time. I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to spend time with you and help you relax, so I prepared a bath for us before dinner.”
Her eyes lit up in excitement and appreciation.
“Oh, that’s so sweet of you!” She took his hand and pressed a kiss against the back of it. “Relaxing with you would be amazing right now.”
He blushed at the gesture, his heart filling up with more love for her.
“I’m really happy to hear that because that's all I want to do with you tonight.”
His words made her swoon a little. But before she could say anything else, he had already scooped her up in his arms.
“Now let's go, love.”
Quickly but carefully, he carried her to the bathroom, his eyes shining with an eagerness that she felt as she clung to him. Once they reached the bathroom, he stood her up on the bathroom mat and she studied the scene before her.
Her heart wanted to melt at the romantic sight.
The candles he had lit gave the little room a warm, flickering glow. It made the bubbles of the water sparkle like diamonds and just barely touched the wispy steam that floated off of the water’s surface. That with the scent of roses gave the entire bathroom a romantic touch.
And it was all for them.
Lumaca turned to look over at Ghiaccio, who had looked down to untie his robe and take it off, sliding it off of his shoulders to reveal his muscular frame.
Truly he was a gorgeous sight to behold.
Her eyes traced every scar, every mark, every part he had called ugly… All those things about him that were so beautiful in her eyes. In fact, there was nothing about him that she didn’t admire.
He looked back up at her to return her soft gaze with a grin.
“Now, I know we usually sit across from each other when we take baths,” he said, hanging up the robe on the door behind him. “But I’ll get in first so that way, you can sit between my legs. I mean, I want to be able to pamper you without either of us having to reach forward or anything. That would be too damn strenuous, you know?”
“Oh, Ghiaccio,” she mumbled, a deep blush spreading across her face. “This is already so lovely; I couldn’t possibly ask for more…”
“But I want to do that for you,” he insisted, holding her smaller hand in the both of his. “I want to make sure you feel extra good tonight since college has been making you so stressed. Seeing you comfortable is all I want right now.”
Her heart was pounding with his words.
"So sweet to me...” A warm smile graced her lips. “Only if you insist."
Taking that as his cue, Ghiaccio slipped into the tub, letting the water and the bubbles settle just beneath his pecs. He shifted his body in a position where his knees were above the water. The steam from the water fogged up his glasses a little but his attention was on Lumaca, who had just started to undress.
Now it was his turn to admire all of her curves and edges, thinking of her as the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
As soon as she was in the nude, she carefully slipped into the water in front of him, while he helped her settle in by holding her waist and keeping her balance. Then, little by little, she scooted herself back until she could feel his soapy torso pressing against her back.
His hands moved to rub at her arms while she leaned her head over to plant a kiss on his jaw.
“Thank you so much, love,” she cooed, feeling herself relax into his touch. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
She could feel his heart beating fast in his chest.
“I’m always happy to do things like this for you,” he mumbled back, voice filled with love. “I know you’re shy about asking for help, but don’t be afraid to tell me what you need, because I will do it for you... Now, let me take care of your hair first.”
With that said, Ghiaccio carefully pulled her hair out of her ponytail holder to allow her dark curls to unfurl in front of him. Then with the help of a nearby cup, he collected some bathwater from in front of her and poured it over her head, shielding her eyes as he did so. Then, after taking hold of the bottle of shampoo, he poured some of that into his hand and started to massage it into her scalp with his fingers.
Lumaca’s eyes closed and her voice hummed contently. The more he worked at her scalp, the more she felt like simply fainting into his arms.
“Mmm,” she purred. “That feels… really good… Your touch is so lovely…”
A grin flickered across his lips, feeling emboldened by her words.
“Oh, believe me,” he quietly declared. “I’m going to make you feel even better. Just you wait.”
A couple of minutes went by with his fingers massaging her scalp and her melting into the sensation before he reached for the cup and poured more water over her head, his free hand shielding her eyes from the soapy water. He did this a couple of times until her hair fell down her back all soft and shiny.
His fingers combed gently through her hair, admiring it.
“There we go,” he hummed. She opened her mouth to speak, but she stopped as she felt his hands kneaded against her back. “Now I’m going to massage the knots out of your back muscles.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes looking at him like he was a sky full of stars. Before letting him continue with his mission, she took the moment to plant a tender kiss against his nose, making his eyes close and a soft chuckle escape his lips.
“You’re the most wonderful husband ever,” she cooed lovingly at him. “Thank you so much for all your care. One of these nights, I will return the favor in full.”
He wanted to melt at all of her sweet words, for he knew she meant them.
She always meant what she said to him.
“Don’t worry, bucaneve,” he replied, tenderness in his voice. “You loving me is enough.”
With that, he rubbed his hands against her damp back and worked his thumbs into her shoulders, rubbing firm circles into the muscle.
Her eyes fluttered closed with the sensation and she couldn’t help but lean back into him, feeling even more relaxed. Her hands rested against his knees, gently kneading her fingers against them in order to keep herself from falling asleep right then and there.
Seeing her get so cozy for the first time in a while… It made him feel like singing.
“Picture yourself in a boat on the river…” he sung hoarsely into her ear. “With tangerine trees and marmalade skies…”
A warm smile flickered across her face, and she reached behind her to trace her fingers against his jawline. He closed his eyes, feeling a cozy warmth from the sensation.
He kept rubbing as he went to the next verse.
“Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly... a girl with kaleidoscope eyes.”
He stopped his massaging when she turned and looked tenderly at him.
They quickly found themselves gazing and smiling lovingly at one another in the dim candlelight, feeling the love close in on them just before sharing a tender, languid kiss on the lips.
They could have spent their forevers like that.
As long as they were with each other, they were in heaven.
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