Tim carried Lily upstairs to her room, gently laying her on the bed. "Wait here for me," he murmured, his voice soft but firm. "I’ll be back to get you."

He walked into her private bath, turning the water on in the large soaking tub. He added flower-scented bubble bath, watching as the bubbles began to form and fill the room with a sweet, calming scent. Satisfied, he returned to the bedroom, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he began to undress Lily. She gasped, half-amused and half-shy.

"Tim!" she protested, her voice light but still slightly surprised. "Put me down, I can walk to the tub myself."

Tim smiled, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "You’re still weak," he replied, scooping her into his arms. "Let me help you."

Lily sighed in defeat, resting her head against his shoulder. "I guess I have no choice."

He stepped carefully into the tub, lowering himself into the warm, soapy water first, then placing her on his lap. She reached for the sponge, but Tim gently pushed her hand away. "Let me take care of you. You just relax, I’ll do the rest."

Lily hesitated, her heart fluttering with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Okay," she whispered.

Tim poured soap onto the sponge, his hands moving with slow, deliberate care. He ran the sponge across her shoulders, down her back, the soft suds glistening on her skin. He leaned forward, his breath warm against her ear. "Do you like that?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

"Mmm…" Lily sighed contentedly, her body relaxing into him. "Yes, it’s perfect."

Tim cupped warm water in his hands, letting it cascade over her back, and as the droplets slid down, he followed them with his lips, kissing along her spine. Lily jolted slightly, surprised by the heat of his touch. "What are you doing?" she murmured, half-laughing, half-melting under his attention.

"Shh," he breathed, his lips grazing her skin. "I’m giving my naughty girl a bath she won’t forget."

Lily, her eyes gleaming with mischief, spun around to face him, straddling his lap. She smiled, a playful glint in her eyes as she ran her hands over his chest. "I want a taste too."

She leaned in, gently biting his bottom lip, tugging at it playfully. Tim groaned, his hands tightening on her waist as she moved lower, kissing her way down his neck, leaving soft, heated marks. His breath quickened.

"Naughty girl," he groaned again, his voice thick with desire. "You’re tempting the devil."

Lily laughed lightly, her breath warm against his skin. "I’ve heard the devil can do all sorts of bad things," she teased, her voice sultry. "Is that true?"

Tim's eyes darkened, his smile wicked. "Mmm... aren’t you scared?"

"No," she purred, her lips brushing his. "Show me."

Her words sent a bolt of desire through him, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands slid under the water, finding the sweet spot that made her gasp and arch against him. He teased her, his fingers working their magic, drawing soft moans from her lips.

"Is this what you meant?" he whispered, his lips hovering just above hers.

"Ahh… Tim… more, please," Lily breathed, her body trembling with need.

Tim obliged, pressing hot kisses along her collarbone as his hands continued their delicious torment. "You’re so hot for me," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I can’t hold back any longer."

"Don’t," she whispered, pulling him closer, her eyes dark with longing. "I’m not asking you to."

With one swift movement, he lifted her, positioning her over him, and as he thrust forward, water splashed over the sides of the tub. Lily gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding on tightly as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

"I love you," Tim whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

"I love you too, my naughty man," Lily replied, her voice soft but filled with passion.

An hour passed, steam rising from the tub, their bodies spent and sated. They lay tangled together, gasping for breath, too exhausted to move.

Tim chuckled, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "We should finish our actual bath now."

Lily laughed, her eyes heavy with sleep. "Yes, we should."

Tim poured shampoo into his hands, gently massaging it through Lily’s hair. His fingers worked through the strands until Lily suddenly flinched.

"Ouch!" she winced, pulling away slightly. "That hurts."

"Where?" Tim asked, worry creasing his brow. "Let me see."

She pointed to a spot on her scalp, wincing again as his fingers gently probed. "Right here. It’s really sore."

Tim parted her hair and inspected the area. "You have a small cut," he muttered, his voice dark with anger. "Those bastards!"

"Shh," Lily soothed, resting her hand on his. "It’s over now. I’ll heal."

Tim sighed, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Let me finish, I’ll be more careful."

They finished bathing, and Tim helped Lily dry off, his touch tender and careful. Once dressed in their pajamas, they curled up together in bed, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with them.

Tim pulled her close, kissing her softly on the forehead. "Goodnight, my love. Get some rest. I have somewhere special to take you tomorrow."

Lily, already half-asleep, snuggled closer. "Mmm… okay. Goodnight."