[ In the hot spray, Hei can feel her soft shape, beads of water rolling down her body, conducted with electric clarity against him. Sharp-toothed hunger suffuses him, tailed by keener heat as her fingers brush against his erection. His breathing shifts, not ragged but a shade out of sync. He lets her touch him for a moment, before he catches her hand in his. Gently squeezes her fingers, bringing them in front of her. ]
[ Slowly, he pressed himself closer, all the way down, feet bracketing hers, his erection trapped between their bodies and his arms laid over hers, warm face alongside her own. His skin is simmering; his heartbeat practically pulsates through the steamy air. ]
[ But he keeps his tone measured, ]
Don't distract me.
[ As if she isn't distracting enough. But the way she shakes is unnerving. So rattled, so full of cracks, like a glass that might shatter at a high note. He doesn't bother with the washcloth. Just soaps up his hands and applies them to her body. Careful, meticulous, the joint of his thumbs rubbing deep into each joint, back then front, up and down, aiming for deep-tissue relief and scrubbing the blood off more than anything. Once she's clean, he lathers her hair, his fingers digging with vigorous force into her scalp. ]
[ All the while, his body sings at a disturbing voltage. It'd be easy, so easy, to snug up tight against her, slide into her with one stroke, no condoms, no preliminaries, forcing her up on her tiptoes under the shower's hot spray. ]
[ He shuts the fantasy off. Now isn't the time to get over excited. ]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
[ Slowly, he pressed himself closer, all the way down, feet bracketing hers, his erection trapped between their bodies and his arms laid over hers, warm face alongside her own. His skin is simmering; his heartbeat practically pulsates through the steamy air. ]
[ But he keeps his tone measured, ]
Don't distract me.
[ As if she isn't distracting enough. But the way she shakes is unnerving. So rattled, so full of cracks, like a glass that might shatter at a high note. He doesn't bother with the washcloth. Just soaps up his hands and applies them to her body. Careful, meticulous, the joint of his thumbs rubbing deep into each joint, back then front, up and down, aiming for deep-tissue relief and scrubbing the blood off more than anything. Once she's clean, he lathers her hair, his fingers digging with vigorous force into her scalp. ]
[ All the while, his body sings at a disturbing voltage. It'd be easy, so easy, to snug up tight against her, slide into her with one stroke, no condoms, no preliminaries, forcing her up on her tiptoes under the shower's hot spray. ]
[ He shuts the fantasy off. Now isn't the time to get over excited. ]