Short Stories

After Care

I woke up in his arms. My body aching from the previous night. I work to slowly rise out of bed without rousing him. My sore muscles struggling but listening to me despite. On the floor to my right lies a shirt, his shirt. It's large and I pull it over my head feeling vulnerable in my body. As soon as I'm at least covered, I walk over to the window by the bed just looking at the sun and ocean. I'm happy. I feel complete.

"What are you doing?"

He's awake.

"Nothing"

I respond turning to face him on the bed. Rolan very clearly does not have the same reservations about his body as I do. He lays there almost bare in front of me. His tan skin, and tattoos there before me. He holds a hand out. I walk towards him and take it. He throws me off guard as he pulls me back onto the bed. I fall and he rolls me back against his body holding me to him so I can't get up. I don't even think he opened his eyes. Rolan feels around my waist, noticing the shirt. He makes a grunt of disapproval before grabbing it and pulling it up over my arms. I giggle and relax back into him as he readjusts his grip holding me tight. Ive never felt more secure. I don't want to leave...but I have to pee..really badly. I pull away but his grip stays firm on me.

"I need to pee" I whine.

He's still. I try to get away again but he holds me close before calmly getting out of bed and picking me up bridal style. Rolan walks me all the way to the bathroom, going so far as to even place me on the toilet. He shuts the door on his way out and I'm glad to have this time alone, to breathe, to think. I stand and head to the sink deciding to brush my teeth and get ready for the morning. I glance to the shower and decide that will be my next stop. I need not get undressed, considering that's already been done for me. I turn on the steaming hot water knowing the sound will attract Rolan. I slide the glass door over and step inside after letting down my long, thick hair. Just as expected Rolan walks through the door I turn to him not being able to hold back my smile. He responds with his own wicked grin scanning my body with his eyes. I feel more conscious and turn around, washing myself and waiting for him to join me. I hear the door sliding on its wheels and I know he's there. His hands come to my waist as he pulls me in and kisses the top of my head. I hold his arms and embrace this feeling. He turns me around to look at me I'm not sure how I feel but I know it's good. I look at him just staring, he usually is the one to meticulously catalogue every detail he can see but now it's my turn to gape. Looking at him i feel so overwhelmed, I need to hold him close, so I do. I hug hime. He's surprised but this is how I love. My head rests on his chest. I smile breathing him in. He's hesitant at first but then Rolan embraces me, I squeeze him a bit tighter. He lets go and I feel cold but he reaches out for something. Soap. He puts some on his hands and begins rubbing it into my scalp. I refuse to let him go. I can't help but feel powerful, this man is washing my hair while I hug him. I know he's stronger than I and has more power in this situation but I simply feel like a badass bitch. He lathers the soap in my hair taking his time, a bit of soap is slowly slipping down my forehead, I move my head back a bit and run my forehead across his chest, he looks at me and laughs realizing what I'd done. He walks me back into the water and begins rinsing my scalp, doing a surprisingly good job at keeping the flowing heat from my eyes. When he's done we take another step back so he can put the conditioner in my hair too. He turns around so his back is in the water I squeal at first being forced into the cold, but he holds me still, I have to let go when he pushes me back. Taking the body wash in hand Rolan squirts some of it onto both of his hands before stepping closer to wash my body. His hands first go to my waist but then to my arms, keeping me there after I try to back away. He soothingly massages the soap into my arms and shoulders before coming to my collar bone. Running his fingers across that vulnerable spot. My gaze turns to him. He looks like an artist creating a masterpiece, maybe that's what I am to him? A masterpiece.

He continues down my chest to my breasts. I feel uncomfortable just standing here with his hands on my breasts, but before I can think to much a  stinging pain shoots through me. I wince he looks back at me concerned , he's touched the bite mark he left around my nipple. The soap stings but he continues gently washing my breasts before going down further. He squats to wash my hips and thighs working his way down my legs. I'm completely covered in soap when he's done. He stands looking at his work before turning around to wash the soap on his hands. When he faces me again I think I'm going to rinse off, but this man reaches for the soap again. He's washing his hair. I try to get to the water but he grabs me and places me back where I was.

"Rolan" I whine "it's cold" I'm giggling though.

"Patience"

Bitch. Patience? This whole process has taken way to long already and he just wants me to stand here. I cross my arms and watch him repeat the process of cleaning on his own body. His hair is almost as thick as mine, decently long but doesn't take nearly as much time as mine did. Finally he gets to the body wash and when he's done I expect to be able to finally rinse. Most of my bubbles have popped and I feel as though I'm coated in some sort of paste. He won't let me. He actually needed to get out of the water to lather himself and apparently fucking Ted the ghost needed to shower too because I was still unable to rinse. It isn't until he gets in and is completely clean that he calculatingly stares at me and moves aside so I may sluice. He of course wants to do it. I'm barely able to hold onto my anger much longer after his warm wondering hands find themselves exploring my body. When he's decided I'm done he pulls me forward into a steamy hot kiss. Steamy because at this point the bathroom is so foggy I can barely see. But I can feel his lips against mine, his hands on the small of my back and neck. I want to devour this man. I want to be in charge and boss him around and I hope to learn some day. But right now I'll take this. This warm kiss that reminds me of flowers blooming.

I step out of the shower and he hands me a towel I dry off, doing my best to ignore his glances.