Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Times of Trouble ❯ Bath Time ( Chapter 2 )

Bath Time

 

 

Naminé spent most of the next day pondering Marluxia's words, torn between curiosity and dread over their meaning. He would visit her again today, that was for sure, and not unusual in itself, but she had a nagging suspicion that today's visit would involve some unpleasantness like the day before.

 

If all he wanted was a repeat performance of that meal, then it would not be so terrible. Yes, it had been unsettling, but simply being in the same room as Marluxia was enough to unsettle her.

 

She looked up from her sketchbook every once in a while, scanning the room quickly for signs of Marluxia's arrival, but the only Organization member she saw that day was Axel, who brought her meals: breakfast, lunch and dinner. Larxene came to torment her, but that was also part of the daily routine, so she ignored the older female to the best of her abilities.

 

Night came, and still no sign of Marluxia. Naminé breathed a sigh of relief. “He must have changed his mind”, she whispered to herself, looking out the window to watch the sky darken and the stars appear. She put her drawing supplies away, stretching languorously to get rid of the stiffness that always took over after a long day of sitting at her table, drawing.

 

She made her way to the bathroom that had been reserved for her personal use, something she was grateful for. When she had first come to Castle Oblivion, she was sharing quarters with Larxene, but Marluxia had quickly changed the situation after realizing that he could never get Naminé to do anything if she was constantly being bullied by the Savage Nymph.

 

Naminé reached over to turn on the hot water, letting it slowly fill the tub as steam rose in small columns from the surface of the water. She adjusted the temperature, went to the cupboard to retrieve her toiletries, then she bent down to take off her sandals.

 

She had just finished unlacing her footwear and was about to straighten up when she felt something press into her backside.

 

“Hello, Naminé”, Marluxia's voice said into her ear as his hands went to pet her lower back. She yelped in shock and jumped away from him, her face turning bright red at the sight that met her eyes: Marluxia was standing there, in his long black coat and sporting a superior smirk.

 

“Wh- what are you doing here?” she whimpered, still reeling from the scare he had given her.

 

“I told you I would see you today, did I not?” he said simply, teasingly fiddling with the zipper of his coat, as though threatening to let it drop.

 

“But why now?” she insisted, waging a desperate war against the panic that was rapidly overtaking her.

 

“Because…” he whispered, bending over the tub to turn off the water before it overflowed, “I need to see something”, he finished with a peculiar smile that sent shivers running down her spine. He stepped forward, moving to place himself behind her, and began to pull down the zipper of her dress.

 

“Stop! No!” Naminé protested, trying to pull away from him, but he would not let her. In a thoughtless, desperate attempt to break free, she bit his hand, hard enough to draw blood. He muffled a curse when he felt her teeth sink into his flesh and roughly grabbed her hair to make her stop.

 

He pushed her away brusquely, causing her to stumble and fall while he examined his injured hand. “Tsk, that was not very nice of you, Naminé”, he reproached the girl, who was now cowering next to the tub.

 

“I'm sorry”, she offered meekly, terrified of the punishment that was sure to come.

 

He came closer, kneeling down in front of her, and grasping her chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger. “Take off your clothes. Now”, he hissed, pinching her chin for emphasis. She flinched when his hand came close to her face, but she nodded shakily at his request, weary of angering him further.

 

She gingerly removed her dress, but she hesitated when it came to removing her underwear. She looked up at him pleadingly, hoping against hope that he would be merciful. “Do not make me repeat myself”, he warned, which prompted her to take off the rest of her clothes, although she turned her back to him for the last part, placing her garments in a neat pile near the sink.

 

She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to preserve some modesty, but he had no intention of sparing her. “Good. Now, come here”, he ordered, unzipping his coat halfway down. She obeyed, wondering what he would request next. When she was near enough, he took hold of her hand and placed it on his coat, closing her fingers around the zipper handle.

 

“Now undress me”, he breathed, pulling her hand down, further opening his coat. She blushed, but she did as she was told, even though it forced her to expose her body to him. His coat eventually fell open, and he shrugged it off, letting the black material fall to the floor. He was now left with nothing but his trousers, boots and gloves, which Naminé removed when he gave the order.

 

She struggled a bit to take off his boots, but she finally managed to wrench them off, leaving only Marluxia's trousers to go. She looked into his eyes, silently asking if she had to do this too, and he nodded in affirmative. Her hands shook as she reached for the button holding his pants closed.

 

She fumbled with his trousers for a moment, which made him emit soft, pleasured noises, but she finally succeeded in opening them and pulling them off, turning bright crimson when she caught sight of his intimate area. With that last barrier gone, Marluxia took Naminé into his arms and stepped into the tub, lowering the girl into the water before seating himself behind her, purposefully rubbing against her back as he did so.

 

She was too flustered to do anything, even protest, when he picked up the soap and began to wash her. He briefly massaged her shoulders with the hope of making her relax, but to no avail. He heaved a deep sigh. “Don't be so tense, Naminé. I am not going to hurt you”, he told her gently, generously lathering his hands in order to wash her arms.

 

She was shivering, despite the heat of the water, as he carefully groomed her, his hands wandering all over her body, cleaning her thoroughly. He cupped water into his hands and let it fall on her hair, then he slicked it back carefully.

 

He reached for the shampoo, poured a fair amount into his hand, then proceeded to wash her hair, letting it trail between his fingers almost reverently. She took a deep, steadying breath as he continued his ministrations. He massaged her scalp, rubbing the shampoo deep into her hair, allowing his hand to stray to the back of her neck to stroke gently.

 

“Lean back a bit, my pretty”, he instructed, and she obeyed, letting him guide her down until only her face broke the surface of the water, and then he rinsed the creamy substance from her head. She was uncomfortably aware of her head being nearly pillowed against his stomach and of the soft, pleased noises he was making, wondering what was causing them.

 

Little did she know, but her long hair was waving in the water and fleetingly teasing the tip of his erection under the surface. His work finished, he put his hands under her shoulders and pushed her back up before pulling her close, once more putting her in contact with his need.

 

“There, that was not so bad, was it?” he murmured against her soaked hair, petting her smooth skin with relish. She made no reply, but her eyes closed slightly against the soothing motions of his hands. They remained like this for a few moments, one enjoying them fully, the other slowly falling asleep in the warm embrace of her bathing partner.

 

“Mmh, I think it is time you returned the courtesy, Naminé”, he breathed, his arms coming around to fold his hands on her stomach. The sound of his voice startled her out her reverie, and she craned her neck to look at him inquiringly.

 

He nodded significantly at the discarded soap bar, and she pulled away from him to grab it. He let go, resting his arms on the sides of the tub, the very picture of contentment and relaxation. She took a sponge and knelt between his legs, which he spread farther to allow her more space. She could no bring herself to look into his eyes, so she cast hers down, and saw something that both intrigued and frightened her.

 

Marluxia was still very much aroused, but in her innocence, she did not understand his condition, and simply assumed that what she beheld was normal, but she distinctly felt a strange tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, something she had never experienced before.

 

Her stare did not escape Marluxia's notice, but he merely smiled and pretended not to have seen it, waiting for her to begin. She brought her gaze up, soaking the sponge and rubbing it against the soap, preparing to obey her lord's command, but even as she began to brush the sponge against his skin, she could not help but to glance down every so often to catch a glimpse of this part of Marluxia's body that so intrigued her.

 

She began with his neck and shoulders, then worked her way down his chest. He did not speak, but as she went further down, his sighs of contentment became increasingly louder. Something tightened unexpectedly in her throat when her hands neared his midsection, and she decided to skip over it to attend to his legs instead.

 

He made a small sound of disappointment, but otherwise remained silent, so she continued until his feet were done. When she was finished, he leaned forward and put her hands over his shoulders, indicating that she was to wash his back. She did so, gasping in surprise when she felt that particular organ brush against her thighs, and she realized that he was deliberately rubbing it against her, pleasured sounds escaping his throat as he did so.

 

In the position they were in as she rubbed the soapy sponge along his back, he was ideally placed to plant soft kisses on her chest, which he did. Her blush increased, and the tingling she had felt earlier returned with a vengeance, causing a strange sound, halfway between a squeak and a whimper, to worm its way out of her mouth.

 

“Very good, Naminé. Wash my hair now”, he told her, pulling back and handing the bottle of shampoo to her. She took it, watching him bow his head so she could wet his hair. She placed the shampoo on the edge of the tub and cupped her hands to gather water, imitating his gestures from earlier.

 

She could not see the devious smirk that played across his lips beneath the curtain of his hair, nor could she have guessed its cause had she seen it. Unbeknownst to her, Marluxia was entertaining himself by staring at her smooth thighs and the area where they connected even as he enjoyed her innocent attentions.

 

Or maybe not so innocent. He knew for a fact that he had aroused her curiosity, and perhaps more than that… He let her finish her work with his hair, using all of his self control to restrain his desire, not wanting to spoil the moment for the sake of his carnal urges. Eventually, she rinsed his hair, and he pushed it back, a satisfied smirk gracing his face as he straightened up.

 

“Well, I believe that is enough for tonight”, he stated, standing up and exiting the tub, grabbing a nearby towel and extending a hand to Naminé to help her out of the bath. She took it and followed him out, shivering at the sudden loss of warmth.

 

He wrapped the towel around her and began to dry her off tenderly, almost lovingly. She returned the favor, and soon they both stood dry with a towel wrapped around them. “Good night, my dear. Until tomorrow”, he said, grabbing his clothes and disappearing into darkness.

 

Naminé went back to her room and donned her night shirt, but as she slipped into her bed, she could not comprehend why she felt slightly disappointed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next and final chapter: Bed Time, where Naminé unexpectedly turns the tables.