IT WAS THE DAY.

YES. AMAZING.

WOW!

They hadn’t gotten around to it in all this time due to extenuating circumstances like, Peach having to deal with a gaping electricity wound, or having to defy death and destruction by every foe imaginable. That kind of thing. But now it was time.

Peach and Bowsette were taking a bath together. Warm, extremely warm, in fact, for Peach’s standards. But for Bowsette, it probably was barely lukewarm. Still, they both laid in the tub in a quiet peace, with Bowsette’s arms wrapped around Peach’s stomach, and Peach laying back on Bowsette’s very cushiony chest. She had seriously fallen asleep like this, albeit only for a couple minutes before Bowsette got scared that she had passed out.

Believe her, though, passing out was not the most unlikely option here. Training had been INCREDIBLY intense, and Peach was completely exhausted every evening after it was all over. For the first week after training started, she took several-hour baths every night just to calm her muscles down, and refused to even go near Bowsette because she was so mad that Bowsette had pushed her so hard.

Of course... it was a good thing.

Peach had finally started to be able to fight, for the first time in her life. She could actually kick and punch and wield a practice sword, or, more usefully, her magic-infused frying pan. Very fun stuff, she thought. And she really liked actually feeling useful for once in her life, rather than a sidekick to any of the action actually going on between the real combatants.

There was one more thing, though...

“Bowsette, can you teach me some magic? Combat magic?” Peach asked. She wrapped her fingers into Bowsette’s, and with Bowsette’s other hand she lathered shampoo into Peach’s hair.

“Sure thing. What kind?”

“Anything. All I can do is make shields sometimes. I’m sure that I have more power than that, right?”

“I honestly have no clue. My father told me that-- uh my REAL father told me that the way my magic operates is different than most. I don’t have a soul with magical powers like most people; my magic is encoded into my DNA as a result of descending from celestial dragons or whatever.”

“Sounds like a lot of bullshit.”

“Probably. But I’ll try to help you. Knowing you, you can probably master ice magic really quickly.”

“And why is that?”

“Because,” Bowsette said. She squeezed Peach’s stomach suddenly and made her yelp. “That’d make you and me perfect opposites.”

They both giggled.

“I love this,” Peach said. “Just... this. Being married to you and taking baths with you and sleeping in the same bed as you and waking up seeing your pretty face. Two years ago I don’t think I could have even conceived of something like this.”

“Being married to your enemy?”

“Being married to a girl.”

“Wait...”

“I’ll admit it,” Peach said. “I hadn’t eliminated you completely as a romantic possibility, despite all those kidnappings. You were an awful brute, but... There was just something about you. I mean, it’s not like you’ve changed that much. You’re just... showing yourself better.”

“No, I mean wait on the other part.”

“Oh... I’ll admit this too. My experience with romance and women has been... very limited until you. Some experimenting with a friend Toadiko when we were teenagers, a couple flings here and there... Not one actual relationship until you. It was all princes and plumbers.”

“So I’m... special???” Bowsette was giddy saying this.

“The MOST special,” Peach said.”

Their bath continued like this, just warm feelings and warm water.