"Mmmmm, I might, but I worked so hard on this bath.. don't you want to make use of it?" he teased her. It wasn't like he was going to protest (much) if she decided that he was going in that tub with her, anyway, and even if she wanted to just stand here with him like this for the rest of the night, he wasn't sure he could bring himself to complain.
"Besides," he added with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "I was going to offer to help you bathe... you know.. make sure that soap-filled sponge passes over every inch of you.. can't have you missing a spot.."
The words were mumbled between kisses, slightly distracted-sounding. Emma's lips - and chin and neck and shoulder and.. - were so infinitely kissable and it really was easy to get distracted and forget what you were saying when she had so many spots just begging to be kissed.