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The Bathing Ritual

Jessica nudged the bathroom door with her shoulder to keep it from closing; just a small gap for the steam to escape. She turned the hot water tap on full, and the "shhhh" sound of the water filled the tiled room. White steam rose like a soft mist, immediately coating the mirror and blurring the ceiling lamp. The scent of vanilla liquid soap she had placed on the shelf last night rose with the heat.

She sat Jason on the edge of the ceramic tub; the rim was cold, but Jessica quickly put her hand under his thin bottom so he wouldn't get chilled. She pulled the gray T-shirt up over his head, gently pulling the sleeves off his slender arms; then pulled down the shorts, and the thin socks. She folded everything and placed it on the laundry basket. Jason was now completely naked; his white skin glistened like polished paper in the yellow bathroom light, his collarbone prominent, his ribs countable under his lean skin.

Jessica undressed herself too; she unbuttoned her black jacket one by one, unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She took the sheer pantyhose by the waist, slowly pulling it down; the skin of her thighs emerged from under the sheer fabric, slightly red from the pressure of the hose, slightly damp. She set the shoes aside. Now it was just her, 92 kg of warmth and softness.

She took Jason into her arms again and stepped into the tub. The water was halfway full; hot, but not scalding. Jessica sat with her back against the tub wall, parted her legs, and sat Jason directly on her lap; his thin bottom on Jessica's soft thighs, his waist in the circle of her arms, his head under her chin. The water rose to Jessica's chest, up to Jason's waist.

She picked up the white washcloth, poured vanilla liquid soap; making a thick, white foam.

First, Jason's shoulders; she rotated the cloth in circles, from his neck to his shoulder, from his shoulder to his arm. The foam slid over his thin skin, tiny bubbles popping. Then his back; she pulled the cloth from top to bottom, between his shoulder blades, down to his waist, to the end of his spine. Jason took a deep breath, his eyes closed.

Jessica set the washcloth aside and rubbed the soap onto Jason's chest with her bare hands; her fingertips tracing his breastbone, his ribs, his flat stomach. Then under his arms, gently, so Jason wouldn't laugh. She scooped up water with her hand and rinsed the soap off.

She washed Jason's hair; using baby shampoo, without a strong scent. She massaged the foam into his hair strands, kneading his scalp with her fingertips. Jason tilted his head back, water poured from his forehead. Jessica rinsed, washed again, and rinsed again until no foam remained.

She washed his face with her fingers; Jessica’s thumb on his cheek, her middle finger under his eye, her pinky on his lips. Warm water poured over Jason's face, he blinked, and laughed. Jessica kissed his forehead, water dripping from her lips.

She washed his feet; she lifted Jason slightly, put his feet in the water, pulling the washcloth from ankle to thigh. She took his toes one by one, washed between them, and rubbed the soles of his feet. Jason giggled, pulling his feet up, Jessica caught them again, and washed again.

She also washed his small penis; with the washcloth, gently, without pressure. Just clean, just care. Jason didn't even blush; he was just peaceful.

When the washing was finished, Jessica turned off the tap. The tub was full of foam, the water clear. Jessica lifted Jason out, wrapped the large white towel around both of them; the towel was warm, fresh from the heater. She hugged Jason, stepped out of the tub, water dripping from their feet. She stood on the bathroom floor, tightened the towel, and kissed Jason; on his forehead, on his cheek, on his lips.

Then she carried him to the bedroom.

Skin to skin.

Warm to warm.

Clean to clean.

Like always.

Like home.