Bath time bath time

"AH! It's cold!" Hilda cried as she dipped her toe into the cold water, sending a shiver across her bare body.

"It's not much colder than it was outside." Tina, replied, lounging in the tub. "Besides, you want to clean up before going to bed, right?"

Hilda nodded. She wasn't used to taking cold or even tepid baths these days, but she'd faced much harsher conditions on her adventures outside the keep. A bit of cold water was nothing compared to some of the threats she'd faced in her day. She slipped her toned figure into the water, cringing slightly as the cold touched her intimate areas.

"You joining us, S'Poo-Gee?" Tina turned to her husband, while he stood to the side, nervously grasping the ties on his robe. "You deserve to relax after all that work. Come on in."

For L'Abbee, the struggle wasn't about getting in the water as much as it was about losing his robe. He could read patterns as well as the next guy, and he could tell that his wife had a penchant for losing her clothes, as well as everything else, and taking him along for the ride. Granted his robe wasn't much, but after a couple of days of running around naked, he preferred to hold onto the clothes that he had managed to scrounge up. "I'd rather clean up in private, if you don't mind."

"Honey, no offense, but I've seen you naked pretty consistently for the past couple of days. There's nothing really private between us anymore."

Blushing, L'Abbee desperately searched for an excuse not to take his clothes off, but couldn't think of anything convincing enough. "L'Abbee, if you get in here, I might be able to share that haystack tonight and have some fun."

"I can live without that tonight, S'Pang-Kee." The tired drow started grabbing his arms. "Why don't I make a fire for the tub and warm you two up?"

"You want to make a fire in an enclosed space made of wood?" Hilda asked, catching on to what the drow was playing at. "If you're concerned about your robe, you can just leave it right on the edge of the tub. We'll watch it closely."

"Forgive me for being more than a little worried given our track record for holding onto our clothes." L'Abbee held his arms over his chest protectively.

Hilda put her hands behind her head. "If you don't want to get cleaned up, that's up to you. But I don't think that boss of yours will appreciate you coming into work smelling like that."

L'Abbee raised his eyebrows and, after a brief pause, brought his nose to his armpit and recoiled from the stench. He may not have smelled as potent as his wife, but two days of fucking and roaming the woods naked had taken their toll on his odor in much the same way. Groaning, the drow saw **** but to untie his robe, let it fall to the ground, and eased his skinny ass into the frigid water.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it, honey?" Tina whispered as she gave him a peck on the cheek.

"We'll see," L'Abbee said, shivering. "In any case, I think I can at least warm us up a little bit."

"How?"

In response, L'Abbee held out his index finger and a small orb of red energy appeared in front of him. Slowly, he lowered the ball into the cold water and immediately the water started to bubble and warm up, not dissimilar to the hot tub at Brandt Keep.

"Oh, now that's the spot, babe." Tina wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. "How'd you do that?"

"It's a just a simple spell. Most drow can use a little bit of magic, and I happened to be lucky enough to inherit a heat spell. It's useless in combat, but if you're creative, it has it's uses." L'Abbee leaned back, proud of himself.

"Well, that's all well and good," Hilda reached out of the the tub, showing off her sensuous curve as they peeked out of the water, "but don't forget why we did all this in the first place." She pulled up one of the sponges and squeezed the suds into the water. "It's time to get cleaned up."