He slips into the front door without a sound. Cautiously makes his way to the bathroom, even though he knows that no one is around. A slight grin creeps across his face as he slowly pushes the bathroom door open. Flipping on the lights with a flick of his finger, the room is illuminated. Shining white porcealin around the base of the black marble tub catches the light and casts it back to his eyes. The rustling of the paperbag in his arms brings his attention back to the matters at hand.
He drifts into the room, stopping next to the edge of the tub. He reaches into the paperbag and removes an aromatic candle from it. He places the large candle in the furthest corner of the tub's enclosure. In the other corner, he places a second large candle. Although, the candles are not lite, the scents of lilac flowers begin to fill the room. The subtle scent fills his nostrils, taking his mind off task once again. A grin covers his face as he begins running his plans for her this evening through his mind again.
The paperbag crinkling again in his arm, as he stands upright again. He leaves the bathroom to saturate with the lilac scent for a moment as he heads to the kitchen. Upon reaching the kitchen, he removes a bottle of Martini and Rossi's Asti from the bag and places it into the refridgerator. He checks his bag again, seeing what else needed to be placed and to where. He then makes his way back into the bathroom, checking his watch.
Once in the bathroom again, he sits on the edge of the tub and turns on the water. The calm, rushing sound of the water flows from the faucet, setting his mind adrift again. He imagines her surprise as she enters the bathroom door. He quickly gathers his senses again to complete the tasks. He pulls from the bag a collection of scented bath oils. He places the drainstopper in place, pours the scented oils into the water as it begins to accumulate. Soon, the scents of vanilla and lavander begin to intermingle with the scent of the lilac candles.
He places more candles around various places in the bathroom. Some scented lilac candles, others non-scented. He takes out his lighter and goes about lighting the candles in a delicate, orderly fashion. His mind anticipating her arrival at any moment. He overlooks the room again, making sure that everything is in place. He checks to see if all the candles are lite and the flames are dancing delicately with a gentle breeze. He turns off the water, feeling the warm water and letting the scents of the room take over his senses.
The mechanical sounds of the lock opening snaps his senses back about him. He steps out of the bathroom and peers down the hall as she enters the front door. He drifts down the hall and gently takes her coat from her hand and hangs it up as she slips off her shoes and stockings. Without saying a word, he leans in and kisses her lips and takes hold of both her hands. He gently leads her down the hall, his grin widening with each step. He stops upon reaching the open door of the bathroom to kiss her lips again.
He softly reaches up between them as he kisses her. He begins to undo the buttons on her blouse. He slowly lifts her shirt off of her shoulders, and pushes them back. He kisses her neck and shoulder as he uncovers more of her flesh to the moist air eminating from the bathroom behind him. He can feel her flesh tense up with each kiss, responding to the excitement he gives her. He removes her shirt completely, before reaching down and undoing the buttons of her slacks. He pushes her slacks down over her hips, exposing her silken panties. Her slacks fall to the floor, leaving her standing in her bra and panties.
