The chill in the night air nipped at your skin as you stood hesitantly at the edge of the hot tub, your hand clutched securely around the top of your towel. Even the steam billowing gracefully from the heated water did little to warm you up as the liquid within it only made you more vulnerable.
Rory busied himself with setting up the camera. An eager grin popped the dimples from his cheeks as he fiddled with the placement. He was thrilled to have finally managed to talk you into making the “hot tub video" with him after a long time of suggesting and asking and, on occasion, even pleading.
“This is gonna be so hot!” he cheered as he powered the device up, the red light coming on just in time to catch his zealous hosanna.
His towel was already discarded on the wooden deck, where yours was supposed to drop as well. Maintaining his grin, he waded over to the side and looked up at you. He let his fingers dance along your lower leg.
“Come on, baby,” he encouraged. “The water’s nice and warm.”
You could only look into those feverish eyes of his, take in the pure elation just lighting up his face, for a moment longer before you had slipped past the point of possibly changing your mind. Emitting a small, defeated sigh as you returned his smile with an adoring one of your own, you let your towel drop from your body before being pulled gently into the water and to him.
This is especially for @bitchcraft-benson as a sort of reparation for taking so long on the Rory content I promised her. That is underway, I promise, but my inspiration is currently waning once more. I will have that up as soon as my brain decides to boot back up again x
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