the_debt_of_time

She hid the scowl behind an expression of pure pleasure, which was not hard
considering the talented things his hands were capable of. But she would not give up that
easily. He thought he could go out and buy her an expensive tub, call it a gift, and get away
with celebrating Valentine's Day? The naive prat.
"Baby," she whispered, her tone pleading, "I need you in my mouth."
Mia grinned at the echo of his downfall, which sounded an awful lot like a mixture
of pained groaning and the clanging noise of a forehead repeatedly knocking against the
side of the bathtub. She smiled in triumph knowing that she could come from his touch
and words any day of the week, but it was Valentine's Day, and she felt like getting off on
his complete and utter defeat.