You've been working so hard

[F4M] [Script offer] You've been working so hard [GFE][cuddles][bath][hair washing]hair playing][appreciation]


You’ve been working so hard

You look exhausted.

It’s my turn to spoil you tonight.

I’ve finished work early, unbeknownst to you, so I can get the cleaning and errands done so there’s nothing for you to do over the weekend but relax. I know its a bit '50's housewife' but if I want to dote on you, you're just going to have to suck it up. I do draw a line at putting a ribbon in my hair though (chuckle). I've made your favourite meal and left it on low in the oven so we don’t have to worry about cooking later and I’ve get a bottle of that wine you like so much.

I meet you at the door with a hug and a kiss and take your jacket, you breathe a sigh of relief as you shed the trappings of your work week and I know how much you need this. I’ve missed you and I’m so looking forward to a chilled weekend together.

I take your hand in mine and lead you into the bathroom, where there’s a nice hot bath waiting for you, it’s even got lavender bubble bath in. I know you like it, you might not admit it but it goes down far more quickly than it would if it were just me that used it.

I hold you close to me, swaying gently, a slow dance to a song only we can hear, giving you sweet, gentle kisses as I undo your tie, unbutton your shirt and slide it off your shoulders. Oh I love your shoulders, they were one of the first things I noticed about you, so strong, ready to carry the weight of the world on them and you do sweetheart but you don’t have to. I fully intend to massage out all the tension in them before the night is up.

I go put your pants in the bag for the dry cleaner and pour some of that lovely wine whilst you get in the bath. I hand you a glass with a kiss to your forehead and motion you to scootch forward in the bath a bit. I slip out of my dress and climb in behind you, sliding my legs over your hips to rest on yours and pulling you back to rest against my chest. You half-heartedly resist, saying you’re too heavy and you’ll squash me, I know it drives you nuts but whilst you have your back to me I roll my eyes and reassure you that I am not some delicate little female flower.

(giggle)You tell me not to roll my eyes but you allow me to guide you back, wrapping my arms around you, softly swishing the water over you, tracing patterns on your chest in the bubbles. I hook my chin over your shoulder as you lean your head back against mine, eyes closed, telling me about work and the problems you’re having on your current project. You work so hard, I know you do, its one of the things that so impressed me about you, even on the bad days you try your best,you're so good at what you do and you don’t deserve half the crap that gets dumped on you. I want to make you feel appreciated, and special and utterly adored, because you are all of those things. I can't believe you are mine. It still blows my mind, I must have been so good in a past life to have you in this one.

The gaps between your sentences get longer as you sip your wine and relax, I run my hands over your shoulders, massaging your neck with my finger tips in gentle little circles, moving down to your shoulders where I can use my thumbs too and apply a little more pressure. It’s like touching marble at first, your shoulders are so tight but between the massage and the warmth of the water your muscles start to soften. I think you’re going to need more than one massage though this weekend my love.

The water isn’t as hot now, I reach down the side of the bath and grab the cup I left here earlier. I nudge you to sit up and tip your head back so I can wash your hair. Pressing my fingers into your scalp, stroking from your temples back to the nape of your neck, letting your hair trail through my fingers, tugging gently and using my nails oh so lightly. BY the time I rinse out the shampoo you are practically jelly.

We get out and I wrap a warm, fluffy towel around you with a gentle kiss. Tomorrow if you let me, I’d love to give you a shave, but sweetheart right now you’re drooping, and I don’t want to have a razor at your throat whilst you’re falling asleep!

I’ve put you your flannel PJ bottoms and your favourite T shirt, soft from repeated washings on the bed but I think a nap may be in order first.

I climb onto the bed pulling you with me, I lay on my back and pull you onto your side so you are cuddled in close, one arm under the curve of my back, the other across my tummy, your fingers stroking my skin idly,my arms around your shoulders, your head on my shoulder, tucked under my chin and no, I don’t care your hair is still damp. Our legs intertwined, I pull the fleece blanket up over us and drop a kiss to your temple, running my fingers through the soft stands of your hair, twiddling the ends gently like I know you like, even after your breathing evens out in a light sleep.

Nap now sweetheart, then we’ll put PJs on, I’ll get the food out of the oven, you pick a film and we’ll snuggle up in front of the fire, finish that lovely wine and all the cuddles and kisses and hair playing in the world are yours.