Penelope soaked the small towel in the bath bubbles, moving it down into the water, massaging it between her hands. She pulled it up and ran in across The Darius’s back. They both sat in the tub in the bathroom of the Love Room. She moved the towel in slow motions along his back, creating soap bubble streaks along his bronze skin. His hair was pulled up into a dry bun at the top of his head. His neck muscles bulged out as his head hung down against his chest. His eyes were closed.
“Thank you for all you do,” Penelope said, “You are my reason for living. Freedom House is why I want to live. I am so grateful to have found this place and you.”
“Mmmmmm,” The Darius moaned a sound of relaxation, confirming he was listening in some way.
Penelope moved the towel back into the water and moved it onto his back, squeezing the warm water over his shoulders.
“I am more than ready for the Ceremony of the Free. I’ve been waiting so long to reach the Light. I think we are all ready.”
The Darius spoke as he hung his head down with his eyes closed, “Penelope, I knew you were always a very special girl. Always my favorite.”
Penelope smiled as she washed his arms, “Well, Ivy told me what your wishes were so I followed them.”
The Darius’s head hung down to his chest as she massaged the soap along his arms and shoulders. His eyes opened abruptly. His right hand lifted out of the water and grabbed Penelope’s hand, massaging his left arm, and he stopped her, “What wishes?”
She giggled and touched his back with her hand.
“What do you find you so funny?” The Darius asked, there was no inflection is his tone, just a sternness that shut her up.
“Get out of the tub,” he said.
Penelope got out and grabbed a towel, holding it up to her mouth while she stared at The Darius. He stood up in the bathtub, his feet still in the water.
“What wishes?” he asked with a look of concern that she saw for the first time ever.
“Ivy, she said you wanted me to mentor her in the Love Room and that you’d spend the night with both of us together. I was happy to do it for our journey.” As Penelope saw The Darius’s expression transform from concern to anger, her voice faded out as she spoke.
They both stood there, in the bright white bathroom, The Darius standing in the tub facing Penelope as she hugged the towel.
“Well, it seems we may have a problem,” The Darius said.
“So it does,” said Penelope. “What do you need me to do?”
“Wake Ivy. Bring her to me. It just might be her time to see The Red Room,” The Darius said.
Penelope stepped closer, her shins against the bathtub and the tub was the only thing between them. She dropped the towel to the floor and wrapped her arms around The Darius’s naked waist.
“Please forgive me. I should’ve come to you first to confirm what she told me.”
“I can forgive you.” The Darius placed his hand onto Penelope’s head and pushed it down. She wanted his forgiveness and she knew what she needed to do to get it. The Darius stood in the bathtub and held her bobbing head as he looked at himself in the mirror, the blueness in his eyes were lost in a darkness and he smiled as he watched his reflection.
-Written by Sterp
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“Thank you for all you do,” Penelope said, “You are my reason for living. Freedom House is why I want to live. I am so grateful to have found this place and you.”
“Mmmmmm,” The Darius moaned a sound of relaxation, confirming he was listening in some way.
Penelope moved the towel back into the water and moved it onto his back, squeezing the warm water over his shoulders.
“I am more than ready for the Ceremony of the Free. I’ve been waiting so long to reach the Light. I think we are all ready.”
The Darius spoke as he hung his head down with his eyes closed, “Penelope, I knew you were always a very special girl. Always my favorite.”
Penelope smiled as she washed his arms, “Well, Ivy told me what your wishes were so I followed them.”
The Darius’s head hung down to his chest as she massaged the soap along his arms and shoulders. His eyes opened abruptly. His right hand lifted out of the water and grabbed Penelope’s hand, massaging his left arm, and he stopped her, “What wishes?”
She giggled and touched his back with her hand.
“What do you find you so funny?” The Darius asked, there was no inflection is his tone, just a sternness that shut her up.
“Get out of the tub,” he said.
Penelope got out and grabbed a towel, holding it up to her mouth while she stared at The Darius. He stood up in the bathtub, his feet still in the water.
“What wishes?” he asked with a look of concern that she saw for the first time ever.
“Ivy, she said you wanted me to mentor her in the Love Room and that you’d spend the night with both of us together. I was happy to do it for our journey.” As Penelope saw The Darius’s expression transform from concern to anger, her voice faded out as she spoke.
They both stood there, in the bright white bathroom, The Darius standing in the tub facing Penelope as she hugged the towel.
“Well, it seems we may have a problem,” The Darius said.
“So it does,” said Penelope. “What do you need me to do?”
“Wake Ivy. Bring her to me. It just might be her time to see The Red Room,” The Darius said.
Penelope stepped closer, her shins against the bathtub and the tub was the only thing between them. She dropped the towel to the floor and wrapped her arms around The Darius’s naked waist.
“Please forgive me. I should’ve come to you first to confirm what she told me.”
“I can forgive you.” The Darius placed his hand onto Penelope’s head and pushed it down. She wanted his forgiveness and she knew what she needed to do to get it. The Darius stood in the bathtub and held her bobbing head as he looked at himself in the mirror, the blueness in his eyes were lost in a darkness and he smiled as he watched his reflection.
-Written by Sterp
All Rights Reserved
