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Steamy Showers and Embarssing Moments
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I stood under the stream, wetting my hair and closing my eyes. The water was very calming to my over erratic nerves.
Kurt pulled my hair away from my shoulder and kissed the side of my neck.
I sighed at the feel of his warm lips against my flesh. Then they were gone and I turned around.
Kurt picked up the shampoo off the ledge and I held out my slightly shaking hand.
“I want to do it,” he said and poured it into his palm.
I smiled. “I feel so pampered.”
Kurt laughed and massaged the goo into my hair.
“That feels good,” I sighed.
“Good,” he said and cupped his hand over my eyes as I washed my hair out.
Next, Kurt grabbed the soap and worked it between his hands before rubbing it onto my back and between my shoulder blades.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall to my shoulder.
He took me by the shoulders and turned me around, his eyes bright. He moved his hands over my collarbone and skipped my chest, rubbing my stomach in a teasing manner.
“You did that on purpose,” I pouted and he laughed.
“Did what?” He asked innocently and knelt down to get my thighs and legs.
“You know,” I said.
He stood again, still looking completely guiltless.
“Did I miss a spot?” He asked me, his fingertips tickling up my thigh.
“You know you did,” I said and smiled.
Still teasing, he lightly brushed his lips against mine.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked up at him.
“I missed you, too,” I whispered.
He smiled, dropping gentle kisses on my jaw line. The corners of my mouth. The tip of my nose.
I touched his face, tracing the outline of his lips, the perfect ridge of his nose. His skin was hot like mine. His cheeks flushed pink from the withdrawal and heat.
Kurt looked down, touching his fingertip to a bruise on my breast. His face went dark. “She did this, didn't she?”
Then the door burst open and I screamed.
“Oh my God!” Dave yelled and covered his face.
Kurt yanked the towel off the rack, trying to cover the both of us up. “What're you doing in here?!”
“I had to get something! God, I thought it was just you in here!” Dave exclaimed, and, still covering his face, stumbled out of the room.
I turned off the water and shook my head. “No, this is not happening.” I went to stomp my foot and slipped. I forgot how weak my body still was. Kurt grabbed onto my arm, steadying me, before pursing his lips.
“Don't laugh,” I said, and then the both of us started laughing.
“I'm gonna see if they can leave or something,” I said once we both got quiet again.
“Like that?” Kurt gestured to my less than presentable attire, hence, a towel.
“I don't really care,” I said and stepped out of the shower. “And don't get dressed. I'm not done with you yet.”
Kurt grinned and wrapped a towel around his waist before stepping out of the shower as well. “I guess I'll be waiting in the bedroom, then.”
I winked. “Sounds perfect.”
Then I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where I could hear the fridge opening.
Dave was drinking out of the milk jug again and Krist was sitting at the table reading the funnies.
“Dave,” I said.
Dave whirled around, his back to me. He thrust his palm out to block me from his sight. “Gross! I can't even look at you right now.”
I ignored the comment and crossed my arms. “Look, Kurt and I want to be alone, so can you guys leave? Like to your girlfriend's house. Please?” I begged, a little desperate to be alone with Kurt.
Dave turned to the fridge, putting the milk jug back inside. His face was solemn. “Can't. I broke up with my girlfriend.”
I suddenly felt horrible. “Oh, why?” I wanted to go up to him and comfort him, but I doubted he wanted me anywhere near him after he walked in on me and Kurt.
“She told me she liked someone else.” Dave said, still looking at the fridge instead of me. “But it's whatever.”
We both just stood there in silence for a moment. Now how was I supposed to kick him out when I felt bad for him?
“Dave...” I started, not sure how to go about it. I hugged the towel around myself tighter and stared down. My legs were trembling and paler than usual.
“I know. You still want us to go so Kurt can get it in, don't you?” Dave rolled his eyes.
I scowled at his choice of words. “I haven't seen him.”
Dave put his hands up like he was surrendering. “I get it. I get it. Krist and I were going to stay at my friend's house for a few days anyway.”
“Why?”
“There's no food here,” Krist yelled over the newspaper.
I shrugged and asked, “When are you going?”
He gave me a look. “Let me guess, you want us to leave now.”
“I'll pay you,” I offered guiltily.
“Ugh, it's fine. I know you guys are going to do it anyway and I think neither Krist or I'd like to be here for it. C'mon Krist.” They walk to the living room and out the front door. “See ya.”
“See ya,” I said softly and smiled to myself.
Finally.
I walked down the hallway and opened the bedroom door, letting my towel drop to the wooden floor beneath me. In the bedroom, Kurt was curled up on our ugly square-patterned bed, his arms outstretched towards me.
I stood under the stream, wetting my hair and closing my eyes. The water was very calming to my over erratic nerves.
Kurt pulled my hair away from my shoulder and kissed the side of my neck.
I sighed at the feel of his warm lips against my flesh. Then they were gone and I turned around.
Kurt picked up the shampoo off the ledge and I held out my slightly shaking hand.
“I want to do it,” he said and poured it into his palm.
I smiled. “I feel so pampered.”
Kurt laughed and massaged the goo into my hair.
“That feels good,” I sighed.
“Good,” he said and cupped his hand over my eyes as I washed my hair out.
Next, Kurt grabbed the soap and worked it between his hands before rubbing it onto my back and between my shoulder blades.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall to my shoulder.
He took me by the shoulders and turned me around, his eyes bright. He moved his hands over my collarbone and skipped my chest, rubbing my stomach in a teasing manner.
“You did that on purpose,” I pouted and he laughed.
“Did what?” He asked innocently and knelt down to get my thighs and legs.
“You know,” I said.
He stood again, still looking completely guiltless.
“Did I miss a spot?” He asked me, his fingertips tickling up my thigh.
“You know you did,” I said and smiled.
Still teasing, he lightly brushed his lips against mine.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked up at him.
“I missed you, too,” I whispered.
He smiled, dropping gentle kisses on my jaw line. The corners of my mouth. The tip of my nose.
I touched his face, tracing the outline of his lips, the perfect ridge of his nose. His skin was hot like mine. His cheeks flushed pink from the withdrawal and heat.
Kurt looked down, touching his fingertip to a bruise on my breast. His face went dark. “She did this, didn't she?”
Then the door burst open and I screamed.
“Oh my God!” Dave yelled and covered his face.
Kurt yanked the towel off the rack, trying to cover the both of us up. “What're you doing in here?!”
“I had to get something! God, I thought it was just you in here!” Dave exclaimed, and, still covering his face, stumbled out of the room.
I turned off the water and shook my head. “No, this is not happening.” I went to stomp my foot and slipped. I forgot how weak my body still was. Kurt grabbed onto my arm, steadying me, before pursing his lips.
“Don't laugh,” I said, and then the both of us started laughing.
“I'm gonna see if they can leave or something,” I said once we both got quiet again.
“Like that?” Kurt gestured to my less than presentable attire, hence, a towel.
“I don't really care,” I said and stepped out of the shower. “And don't get dressed. I'm not done with you yet.”
Kurt grinned and wrapped a towel around his waist before stepping out of the shower as well. “I guess I'll be waiting in the bedroom, then.”
I winked. “Sounds perfect.”
Then I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where I could hear the fridge opening.
Dave was drinking out of the milk jug again and Krist was sitting at the table reading the funnies.
“Dave,” I said.
Dave whirled around, his back to me. He thrust his palm out to block me from his sight. “Gross! I can't even look at you right now.”
I ignored the comment and crossed my arms. “Look, Kurt and I want to be alone, so can you guys leave? Like to your girlfriend's house. Please?” I begged, a little desperate to be alone with Kurt.
Dave turned to the fridge, putting the milk jug back inside. His face was solemn. “Can't. I broke up with my girlfriend.”
I suddenly felt horrible. “Oh, why?” I wanted to go up to him and comfort him, but I doubted he wanted me anywhere near him after he walked in on me and Kurt.
“She told me she liked someone else.” Dave said, still looking at the fridge instead of me. “But it's whatever.”
We both just stood there in silence for a moment. Now how was I supposed to kick him out when I felt bad for him?
“Dave...” I started, not sure how to go about it. I hugged the towel around myself tighter and stared down. My legs were trembling and paler than usual.
“I know. You still want us to go so Kurt can get it in, don't you?” Dave rolled his eyes.
I scowled at his choice of words. “I haven't seen him.”
Dave put his hands up like he was surrendering. “I get it. I get it. Krist and I were going to stay at my friend's house for a few days anyway.”
“Why?”
“There's no food here,” Krist yelled over the newspaper.
I shrugged and asked, “When are you going?”
He gave me a look. “Let me guess, you want us to leave now.”
“I'll pay you,” I offered guiltily.
“Ugh, it's fine. I know you guys are going to do it anyway and I think neither Krist or I'd like to be here for it. C'mon Krist.” They walk to the living room and out the front door. “See ya.”
“See ya,” I said softly and smiled to myself.
Finally.
I walked down the hallway and opened the bedroom door, letting my towel drop to the wooden floor beneath me. In the bedroom, Kurt was curled up on our ugly square-patterned bed, his arms outstretched towards me.
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