Chapter Text
The water spurts out of the faucet, hitting the tub floor with a splash. Illyana reaches down and plugs up the bath. On the floor, following her like a duckling following her mother around, is the chibi like version of the famous pop star Luna snow, waiting patiently to receive attention from her giant of a girlfriend. Not yet. Illyana has to prepare the bath then she can give the woman all the attention she wants.
Illyana grabs a few products from under the sink and puts them on the counter. Then she reaches for her torn up AC/DC shirt and pulls it off her body. Quickly she begins to pull off all her clothes and toss them into a pile near the hamper. She pulls her hair back in a messy bun and looks down at Seol leaving her clothing on a pile where she stood. A warm hand scoops up the little idol and takes her off to the tub. Once the water is at a good height, Illyana slides right in. The water line reaches past her chest and covers her like a heated blanket. She sighs with satisfaction feeling the heat of the water seeping into her bones. Seol has her own little spot, relaxing nicely in Illyana’s cupped hand. She sinks into the water to the point where it sits below her nose, feeling just as satisfied as Illyana from the heat of the water. The two take the time to bask in the warmth, Illyana with her head laid back and resting against the lip of the bath.
Illyana can feel the tiny vibrations of Seol’s relaxed hums tingle the tips of her fingers. She watches the tiny chibi-like woman with soft eyes and gentle smile.
There isn’t much else to do in the tub once the nerves are settled. Illyana gets out of the tub, bringing Seol with her. The cold nips at the two of them. Illyana sets the woman down on the counter and wraps herself in a cozy towel. She quickly grabs a hand towel and wraps Seol up in like a burrito. The blonde chuckles at the pouty look the little idol gives her. Seol clearly doesn’t appreciate being made into a towel burrito.
“You look adorable, little snow fox.” Illyana says with some smugness to her voice. “Delicious even.” She brings the little woman close, lips tickling Seol’s ear as she speaks softly. “I bet you taste delicious too.”
Seol’s cheeks light up, flushed with embarrassment as thoughts race through her mind. She tries to pull away from her giant blonde, stupid, flirtatious, girlfriend, but there’s no use. She’s at the mercy of Illyana and her burrito towel. Illyana doesn’t abuse this power, she’s already done enough. The blonde sets Seol down on the counter and releases her from her so-called prison. A pair of pajamas are neatly folded on the counter for Seol. She ditches her towel and hops right into the silky pjs. She buttons up the last of her buttons when she’s handed a small tooth brush.
For the last few weeks, Illyana has been training in learning size altering magic while Strange is out trying to bring the timestream back to normality. She hopes she’ll be able to reverse the magic that has affected Seol with her predicament once harnessing her casting.
Teeth are brushed, pjs on, and the two are freshened up and ready for bed. Illyana scoops up Seol and whisks her off to bed.
The desk lamp light provides a nice warm hue of color in the dark. It sets the soothing mood for the night as the blonde crawls into bed, tiny idol in her firm fist. Illyana sets her down on the pillow next to her before she settles herself in.
Illyana, laying her stomach, buries her cheek into her pillow, groaning with satisfaction when all the ‘hardships’ of the day finally melt away in bed, content and happy to get to sleep once again. Seol sees the relaxed look on her girlfriend’s face. Closed eyes and a weak smile tugging at her lips. The idol wants to be a part of that. She gets up from her spot and waddles on over to the blonde’s pillow, plunking down and cuddling next to Illyana. Her nose in the tiny idol’s stomach and a hand comes up to rub her fingers up and down the little lady’s back.
Warm lips brush against Seol’s tiny feet and kiss them gently. Seol giggles as she runs a tiny hand up the bridge of the blonde’s nose, coming in closer for cuddles. Illyana hums as cups her hand around Soel to keep the woman close.
“Good night, little snow fox.” Illyana mumbles.