Room 111

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There's a curt knock at the door of room 111, before a key turns in the door, and Miho walks through, frowning. She glances around, then walks over to the bureau, heading for a neat pile of papers stacked on top of it. She leafs through the papers, finds what she was looking for, then turns on her heel to exit the room.

A sound catches her ear.

"Goldy?"

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"In here, Sweetness," says an echoey voice from the bathroom, accompanied by the gentle slop of water. "Come on in."

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Miho grins, and puts the papers back down. Goldy is much more interesting than trying to remember the layout of that stupid damn building, anyway. She just has this stubborn blank patch, and nothing seems to make her remember it.

"That nickname is never going to die, is it?" As she sticks her head through the door.

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The air is heavy with steam and an essence of vanilla. A couple of jam jar candles flicker on the edge of the tub.

"Don't blame me," Goldy chuckles from her repose in the hot water. Her hair hangs dark and syrupy over her shoulders, until its swallowed up by the deep foam covering the rest of her body.

"I was quite happy with Tiger."

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Miho laughs, and kneels at the side of the tub, resting her elbows on the edge.

"I rather liked it too."

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"In that case..."

She smiles softly.

"Care to join me, Tiger?"

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"Hmm," with a grin. "Me turn down the oppurtunity to get wet and sudsy with you?"

She stands, turns, and throws Goldy a smile over her shoulder. "I'll be right back. Blades and water are a bad mix."

And leaves, strips rapidly, folding clothes neatly and laying various weapons atop the pile, before returning. And striking a pose in the doorway, naturally.

"Scoot over, then."

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Goldy lavishes appreciative blue over Miho's delicate form.

"Before you hop in, you might wanna check out the gift bag next to the TV."

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One willow-leaf eyebrow raises fractionally. "Oh? Want me to bring it in here?"

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"If you like," she says, pulling herself upright a little more. Bubbles cling to her glistening skin as she rises. "It's a present from Rome. As promised."

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So Miho stalks out of the bathroom, and returns moments later with the bag, grinning.

"Presents. Excellent."

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"Open it then."

Goldy's eyebrows are high with anticipation. Inside the bag is a modern-styled kimono dress of finest Italian silk.

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Miho peeks inside the bag, then looks up, eyebrows still up. "Pink? Trying to tell me something?"

Why yes, she might be drawing present-giving out. Brat.

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"Fuschia," Goldy corrects patiently.

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"Still pink," with that wrinkle of her nose, as she takes the dress out of the bag. "Not that pink is bad, of course."

"In fact," holding the dress up, "pink is good." She smiles over the fabric. "Thank you. It's gorgeous. And when I'm not about to climb into a bath full of sexy blonde, I'll try it on properly."

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"I'm glad you like it," Goldy says with a smile.

She takes the sponge from the lip of the tub and soaks it under the water, then absently squeezes it out over her chest. Bubbles fizz and wash away into the masses below.

"You're not done," she says. "Now check the fridge."

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Sorry, Miho was a little distracted for a moment there. She blinks at Goldy for a second.

"Right. Fridge."

And obediently trots out of the bathroom again.

"You're just doing this so you can look at my ass," her voice floats back into the room.

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"Sue me."

She smirks to herself and waits for the reaction to the four pints of Ciao Bella gelato: Bacio, Chocolate, Vanilla and Passion Fruit flavored.

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It is a very good ass, it has to be admitted, if a little on the skinny side.

"Ooh, icecream," delighted. "Making up for all the times you ate mine, huh? Want me to bring some through, or just my ass?"

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"Heh. Just your ass. It will probably melt too fast in here. And you know what they say about eating before you go into the water. I presume that applies to eating during as well."

She slides around the circular edge of the tub, making room for Miho to climb in.

"I would hate to get cramps at a critical moment... in the washing and relaxing process."

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Miho hops neatly over the edge of the tub, and ducks under the water for a moment. She comes up, pushes her hair back from her face, and plants a kiss on Goldy's shoulder.

"That would suck."

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"It really would."

Goldy snakes an arm round Miho's back and grins at the bubbly mask that her lover has picked up.

"Very cute."

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Miho giggles, and pushes the froth off her face, slipping further into Goldy's arms.

"So. Have a good time in Rome then?"

Totally innocent question. Bubbles, however, can hide a mulitude of sins.

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"Surely. Shopped my ass off."

Miho's hand seems to be disproving that statement at the current juncture.

"Saw a few sights. Ate some ridiculously good food. Got hammered and danced like loons until stupid o' clock." She frowns a little. "I was really wasted. I can't even remember getting home."

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"I'm not so big with the shopping," Miho admits. "I never bought anything before I left home, and after I left I just about managed to get what I needed."

Did you know that in a deep bath, it's possible to sit on someone's lap without squashing them, or feeling ridiculous? Although in Miho's case it's more a case of slipping between Goldy's legs, than sitting on them.

"You got back in one piece though," she observes.

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"Well, you know... immortal."

Ahhh. The beauty of garden tubs. Goldy reaches up and unpins Miho's hair, letting it unravel through the foam and into the perfectly warm water.

"I ought to educate you on the joys of shopping. I'm planning a field trip to sort Mary out on that front." She kisses the side of Miho's neck. "You should tag along."