Author's Note: All the bath talk made my brain go directly to Slashtown.
"Why the relaxing and expensive Turkish," he asked, leaning to barely brush his thin lips against my ear, "rather than the invigorating home-made article? I dare say you'd have enjoyed it more."
"You would have, no doubt."
"You're right," he whispered, his breath skittering heat across my skin. "I've been quite deprived. You'll have to make it up to me."