Today's prompt is boredom, but there is nothing boring about these two,
The crunch of Will working his way through the popcorn brought Sebastian closer. The pampered pooch head-butted Will until he flipped him a popped kernel, which he snatched out of the air.
“Ah ha, he caught it.” Will’s eyes lit up. He tossed another kernel, laughing as Sebastian seized it too. Tonya sucked in her lips, thinking the dog got more attention than she did. Maybe she should be snapping food out of the air. The man continued to toss popcorn that her dog caught.
“Well, I’m going to shower while you two have fun.” Her words were meant to infer boredom, but there was nothing boring about the man.
Will looked up in mid-action, as if he might say something, but instead another piece of popcorn flew through the air. Enough already, she stomped off to the bathroom, as well as a barefooted person could. Call it walking with attitude.
A shower would be good. A chance to wash her troubles away, if only. Still, the warm water pelting on her skin would work as a mini massage. Since Sebastian and Will were bonding over popcorn, she’d take her time.
The water steamed up the small bathroom causing Tonya to flip on the exhaust fan before she stepped in the shower. The hot water made her grateful for the larger water heater she’d installed last fall. At the time, she couldn’t rationalize a larger heater. The sales representative talked her into it, claiming it would improve resale value.
A liberal dollop of bath gel on the pouf released a blackberry fragrance as she lathered her body. What did Will use when he showered? He certainly didn’t smell like her bath gel. A damp bar of deodorant soap in the corner of the shower answered her question. Ah, yeah, she only used it when she smelled disgusting.
She stroke the pink razor against her thigh. No real reason to shave so high, it wasn’t like anyone would notice. Didn’t stop her, though. The loud exhaust fan made it hard to hear anything. No Sebastian barking, no knock on the door, nothing. Her fingers lathered the shampoo into a sudsy mess. Her eyes closed before it could burn them.
Did Will leave? That would be weird considering his clothes weren’t dry. Sure, he could wear wet clothes home or the bathrobe for that matter. Did he want to get away that bad? Could explain the peculiar look on his face when she mentioned showering. A sense of unease wrapped around her. An instinct warned her she wasn’t alone. Did he lock up as he left? Would it matter with Clint who bypassed locks?
The rungs on the shower curtain clattered across the rod. Tonya squeezed her already closed eyes tighter. This was it. Her life would end as a modern day version of the shower scene from Psycho. Did the actress fight back, she couldn’t remember? No way, she was going down without a fight. She reached toward the tub enclosure shelf where her long plastic handle back brush rested. Might not be much, but better than a pouf. A firm grip on the handle; she spun, opened her eyes, and brought the bath tool down with a resounding crack, right across Will’s shoulder.
“Oh my God, it’s you!”
He rubbed his reddened shoulder. “I guess that’s what I get for sneaking into the shower without asking.”
Her eyes journeyed from his chagrined expression to his abused shoulder, down to his flat stomach, a happy trail that led to a wilting arousal. The two pieces of the broken brush reminded her of her deed. No wonder, she had a sucky love life. Apparently, the lousy males, she left alone but clubbed the decent ones.
“I’m so sorry. Let me rub your shoulder. I can get you some ice for it.” She started to step out of the shower, but Will placed a restraining hand on her arm.
“First, you need to rinse your hair.” He guided her back into the stream of water. His fingers moved through her hair, lifting the soapy tendrils to the spray.
Was this actually happening to her? It could be a scene from a movie, all right. Not the horror genre, by a long shot. His breath tickled as he leaned closer his wet chest sliding against her back. Ah heaven, she inhaled deeply missing his comment since her body went into the hyper drive about the time she opened her eyes.
“Do you condition?”
Ah, had she ever heard any more romantic words? Wait, what did he say? Condition? She managed a nod, gesturing with her right hand to the top rim of the tub where the conditioner sat.
“Got it. “ A juicy exhale of the bottle indicated his current action.
Once in college she showered with a boyfriend. A popular magazine implied it would be a sensual experience. It was all elbows and complaints. True, she was the one who wanted to shower together and it was a very, small shower. Still, she thought the guy could have put more effort into it.
Strong masculine fingers worked the conditioner into her hair, massaging as they went. Her tension from her crazy day slipped away with each stroke. His hands moved from her scalp, down to her neck kneading away the stress. She leaned back into his hands as the water spray cooled. No matter, she had a smoking body behind her.
“Let’s get that rinsed off before the water turns ice cold.” His hands on her shoulders gently directed her under the spray. His fingers lifted from her shoulders to run through her hair again. “Hard to believe twenty-four hours ago, I imagined this very moment in the shower with you.”
“Really?” She turned in his arms, hooking her hands behind his neck. “You acted kind of cool tonight. Difficult to believe naughty thoughts were in your head when most of the time you were either talking home security or bonding with my dog.”
The hands that rested at her waist slid down to her ass. One hand on each butt cheek flexed before pulling her into his body. “Does that feel cool to you?”
She stretched forward to breathe her reply into his ear. “Exciting.” The movement nestled her closer to his apparent desire. Her lips landed a brief kiss near his temple, before resting her cheek against his beard roughen face. Paradise. The perfect ending to a day, wiping away all the trouble it took to get here. The blackberry scented steam added to the dreamlike atmosphere.
His fingers flexed as he pulled closer. Their slick skin adhered to each other. Perhaps, their attraction was fateful. “It’s almost like our bodies are trying to absorb each other. As if we were one once upon a time.”
“Hmm.” Will nuzzled her neck, making her legs go liquid. She’d probably dissolve into a puddle at his feet if her arms weren’t around his neck. He pulled back giving her a slow, sexy grin, she associated with him. “Maybe we could take this into another room?”
Her fingers played with the wet lock of hair plastered to his face. “Hmm, could do that. Were you thinking the garage, now that it’s clean?”
A playful slap on her ass jolted her. “Hey, it was a legitimate question. Maybe the kitchen. Fun with food and all that.”
Instead of answering, he dropped his hold on her. Cold along with a sense of isolation danced up her arms and slid down her back leaving confusion in its wake. Was she doing the right thing? She didn’t really know him. Wasn’t this the same mistake she made with Clint? If a detective had her running scared, what would a lawyer do to her?
The water stopped. Will straightened from turning off the water. Noticing her attention, he winked. Her expression had to be a weird one since she’d been considering his dangerousness as a spurned lover before they’d even done the deed.
“C’mon, let’s get you warmed up.” He wrapped one arm around her as he pulled the shower curtain back.
How could such a considerate man be bad? Oh, she knew what she was doing. Talking herself into doing exactly what she wanted even knowing the risks associated with it. Her upraised foot landed on the fluffy bath mat. Life had dealt her such a crappy hand lately. My luck I will slip and hit my head. Will would have to rush me to the hospital. The doctor will keep me overnight for observation while the rest of the staff laughed behind their hands as Will explains how the accident occurred. A couple younger nurses would give him lingering looks when he mentions shampooing my hair. The conniving angels of mercy will slip him their numbers as the orderly rolls me away. Her other foot made it safely onto the mat those nurses were going to have to look elsewhere. Tonight would be her lucky night.
“Ah ha, he caught it.” Will’s eyes lit up. He tossed another kernel, laughing as Sebastian seized it too. Tonya sucked in her lips, thinking the dog got more attention than she did. Maybe she should be snapping food out of the air. The man continued to toss popcorn that her dog caught.
“Well, I’m going to shower while you two have fun.” Her words were meant to infer boredom, but there was nothing boring about the man.
Will looked up in mid-action, as if he might say something, but instead another piece of popcorn flew through the air. Enough already, she stomped off to the bathroom, as well as a barefooted person could. Call it walking with attitude.
A shower would be good. A chance to wash her troubles away, if only. Still, the warm water pelting on her skin would work as a mini massage. Since Sebastian and Will were bonding over popcorn, she’d take her time.
The water steamed up the small bathroom causing Tonya to flip on the exhaust fan before she stepped in the shower. The hot water made her grateful for the larger water heater she’d installed last fall. At the time, she couldn’t rationalize a larger heater. The sales representative talked her into it, claiming it would improve resale value.
A liberal dollop of bath gel on the pouf released a blackberry fragrance as she lathered her body. What did Will use when he showered? He certainly didn’t smell like her bath gel. A damp bar of deodorant soap in the corner of the shower answered her question. Ah, yeah, she only used it when she smelled disgusting.
She stroke the pink razor against her thigh. No real reason to shave so high, it wasn’t like anyone would notice. Didn’t stop her, though. The loud exhaust fan made it hard to hear anything. No Sebastian barking, no knock on the door, nothing. Her fingers lathered the shampoo into a sudsy mess. Her eyes closed before it could burn them.
Did Will leave? That would be weird considering his clothes weren’t dry. Sure, he could wear wet clothes home or the bathrobe for that matter. Did he want to get away that bad? Could explain the peculiar look on his face when she mentioned showering. A sense of unease wrapped around her. An instinct warned her she wasn’t alone. Did he lock up as he left? Would it matter with Clint who bypassed locks?
The rungs on the shower curtain clattered across the rod. Tonya squeezed her already closed eyes tighter. This was it. Her life would end as a modern day version of the shower scene from Psycho. Did the actress fight back, she couldn’t remember? No way, she was going down without a fight. She reached toward the tub enclosure shelf where her long plastic handle back brush rested. Might not be much, but better than a pouf. A firm grip on the handle; she spun, opened her eyes, and brought the bath tool down with a resounding crack, right across Will’s shoulder.
“Oh my God, it’s you!”
He rubbed his reddened shoulder. “I guess that’s what I get for sneaking into the shower without asking.”
Her eyes journeyed from his chagrined expression to his abused shoulder, down to his flat stomach, a happy trail that led to a wilting arousal. The two pieces of the broken brush reminded her of her deed. No wonder, she had a sucky love life. Apparently, the lousy males, she left alone but clubbed the decent ones.
“I’m so sorry. Let me rub your shoulder. I can get you some ice for it.” She started to step out of the shower, but Will placed a restraining hand on her arm.
“First, you need to rinse your hair.” He guided her back into the stream of water. His fingers moved through her hair, lifting the soapy tendrils to the spray.
Was this actually happening to her? It could be a scene from a movie, all right. Not the horror genre, by a long shot. His breath tickled as he leaned closer his wet chest sliding against her back. Ah heaven, she inhaled deeply missing his comment since her body went into the hyper drive about the time she opened her eyes.
“Do you condition?”
Ah, had she ever heard any more romantic words? Wait, what did he say? Condition? She managed a nod, gesturing with her right hand to the top rim of the tub where the conditioner sat.
“Got it. “ A juicy exhale of the bottle indicated his current action.
Once in college she showered with a boyfriend. A popular magazine implied it would be a sensual experience. It was all elbows and complaints. True, she was the one who wanted to shower together and it was a very, small shower. Still, she thought the guy could have put more effort into it.
Strong masculine fingers worked the conditioner into her hair, massaging as they went. Her tension from her crazy day slipped away with each stroke. His hands moved from her scalp, down to her neck kneading away the stress. She leaned back into his hands as the water spray cooled. No matter, she had a smoking body behind her.
“Let’s get that rinsed off before the water turns ice cold.” His hands on her shoulders gently directed her under the spray. His fingers lifted from her shoulders to run through her hair again. “Hard to believe twenty-four hours ago, I imagined this very moment in the shower with you.”
“Really?” She turned in his arms, hooking her hands behind his neck. “You acted kind of cool tonight. Difficult to believe naughty thoughts were in your head when most of the time you were either talking home security or bonding with my dog.”
The hands that rested at her waist slid down to her ass. One hand on each butt cheek flexed before pulling her into his body. “Does that feel cool to you?”
She stretched forward to breathe her reply into his ear. “Exciting.” The movement nestled her closer to his apparent desire. Her lips landed a brief kiss near his temple, before resting her cheek against his beard roughen face. Paradise. The perfect ending to a day, wiping away all the trouble it took to get here. The blackberry scented steam added to the dreamlike atmosphere.
His fingers flexed as he pulled closer. Their slick skin adhered to each other. Perhaps, their attraction was fateful. “It’s almost like our bodies are trying to absorb each other. As if we were one once upon a time.”
“Hmm.” Will nuzzled her neck, making her legs go liquid. She’d probably dissolve into a puddle at his feet if her arms weren’t around his neck. He pulled back giving her a slow, sexy grin, she associated with him. “Maybe we could take this into another room?”
Her fingers played with the wet lock of hair plastered to his face. “Hmm, could do that. Were you thinking the garage, now that it’s clean?”
A playful slap on her ass jolted her. “Hey, it was a legitimate question. Maybe the kitchen. Fun with food and all that.”
Instead of answering, he dropped his hold on her. Cold along with a sense of isolation danced up her arms and slid down her back leaving confusion in its wake. Was she doing the right thing? She didn’t really know him. Wasn’t this the same mistake she made with Clint? If a detective had her running scared, what would a lawyer do to her?
The water stopped. Will straightened from turning off the water. Noticing her attention, he winked. Her expression had to be a weird one since she’d been considering his dangerousness as a spurned lover before they’d even done the deed.
“C’mon, let’s get you warmed up.” He wrapped one arm around her as he pulled the shower curtain back.
How could such a considerate man be bad? Oh, she knew what she was doing. Talking herself into doing exactly what she wanted even knowing the risks associated with it. Her upraised foot landed on the fluffy bath mat. Life had dealt her such a crappy hand lately. My luck I will slip and hit my head. Will would have to rush me to the hospital. The doctor will keep me overnight for observation while the rest of the staff laughed behind their hands as Will explains how the accident occurred. A couple younger nurses would give him lingering looks when he mentions shampooing my hair. The conniving angels of mercy will slip him their numbers as the orderly rolls me away. Her other foot made it safely onto the mat those nurses were going to have to look elsewhere. Tonight would be her lucky night.
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