The water hit the bare white surface of the tub, splashing her hand resting on the side. It was ice cold, yet she didn't flinch, nor did she adjust the temperature. It was just as ist was supposed to be. Slowly, the tub filled. While she waited, she untangled her long, blonde hair and let it flow loose over her slim back. Her body was only clad in a simple linen robe, held together by a belt around the waist, which she now undid and let it sink to the ground with a silent rustle, almost not audible amongst the noises of the water.
Only as the tub almost overflowed, she stopped the water. Then, slowly, embracing every second, she stepped into the tub, sending little waves of cold water over the edge. For a second she stood silenty in the pool of water, which reached up to her knees, then she grabbed the sides of the tub and let herself sink into it. The water, making room for the body, splashed onto the floor, the walls, and out through the doorframe, wetting everything in its way. She didn't care. She just loved the soft touch and the soothing mumbling of the clear water. After letting herself float for a minute, being carried by it, she took a deep breath and let the water drag her down. The noises here were different. She heard the blood pulsating in her body, her heart pounding, and every muscle moving. She was alive. Now, she only listened, gave her body and soul completely into the hands of the water, just forgetting and being.
After a while, she felt the usual tightness in her chest, her lungs reminding her to take a breath. But she didn't. She stayed as she was, and waited. Soon, he would come and take her, if she only waited a little longer. Her chest started burning for air, and the water seemed to get colder. If she only could hold on for a bit more, then... Not always did she make it. Oftentimes her human body won, and forced her to resurface, breaking the magic the water had cast upon her, making her freeze, curse and cry. But she just had to try again. The lungs nearly bursting, she felt the urge to breathe almost unbearable. But then, she felt it.
The soft movement of something beneath her, rippling the water, and finally, touching her shoulder. She smiled, and the water was as warm as the summer sun. The lungs silent, breathing forgotten, two hands caressed her shoulders, wandering up to her neck and face, following every curve and muscle, slowly, yet impatient. The hands held her head and pulled her closer. A mouth kissed her hair, her forehead, and, finally, her nose. The hands turned her around, producing a little wave she felt on her back, and she looked into his face, framed by dark locks of black hair floating within the neverending water. He seemed to stand still, as did the time, as he lifted his mouth for a smile and pulled her close into a warm embrace.