Twenty Questions Sequel

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"Less of a stretch if I get to help you," he shrugged with a suggestive glance down her body. Fuck.

After a few microseconds of constant battle in her mind she let go of a deep sigh, giving up, and grabbed his arm to pull him with her as she headed for the shower. She was laughing when she managed to lead him into the shower without stepping out of his boxers, hearing him groan at the realization his boxers got soaked. He shut her off by putting his mouth on hers, tongue sneaking past and then it didn't take long before the boxers were off. He had her pushed up on the wall and, fuck, he had her come undone within minutes.

The water tripling down on their skin had her remembering why they were there in the first place, but before she could say anything about cleaning he was already pulling away to grab the soap. He held his word, rubbed soap into her back, her legs, her belly. She moaned again when he got to her breasts, but he didn't arouse, had no intentions of taking it further again, he was smooth and gentle, making sure she got clean after the ice cream mess they'd created.

He massaged shampoo into her hair, and the action felt so intimate, so personal that she couldn't help but think she should be afraid, should be closing herself off by telling him she could do it herself. But it felt so right, so comfortable, so completely and utterly amazing that she couldn't find it in herself to stop him. He kissed her face too, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her lips. It was like he couldn't stay away from her too long and frankly she couldn't find it in herself to want him to stop, she liked it too much. She liked him too much. God, what was he doing to her? He rinsed her hair under the spray of water and once he was done he kissed her lips sweetly.

"There, all cleaned," he whispered against her lips before tangling his fingers with hers.

"Mmm, we should probably eat something," she hummed and he chuckled.

"I could make pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, anything you like."

She chuckled at that, and they went out of the shower with smiles on their faces. He handed her a towel and they started drying themselves before they started for the bedroom. She joked about lending him panties and wasn't surprised when he said he appreciated the offer but had a feeling they wouldn't be big enough, hip-wise that was. It had her laughing, and he put on his pants and shirt while she simply put on panties, yoga-pants and a loose shirt. She didn't care for a bra, she wasn't going anywhere right now so why bother? Besides, the look he gave her when she simply slipped on the shirt without it had her belly jolt with a tease.

He ended up making pancakes and since he wouldn't let her help him, even though she complained about it being her kitchen, she went back into her bedroom to clean up the mess they'd made with the ice cream. They might've tried being extremely careful to lick, or suck, or eat, it up before it could reach the sheets but even then they'd managed to get some dripping down their skin and onto the sheets. She put the sheets along with the cases for her cover and pillows in a pile on the floor, changed it quickly so she wouldn't have to do it before going to bed later on. Just when she put back the pillows in place she felt his arms slide around her. She couldn't stop the blossoming smile on her lips, especially not when his chin landed over her shoulder, his hands connecting at her belly to pull her closer.

"Pancakes are ready," he murmured into her ear and she hummed, placing her hands onto his. Why did it feel so normal being surrounded by him? "You wanna eat now or should I help you take the sheets to the washer?"

She shook her head, turning in his arms in order to put her arms around his neck. Her whole body was singing with the sudden tingles of... she didn't know what it was, but it felt both great and scary. Looking into his blue eyes she could almost swear he felt it too, whatever it was. "Let's go eat." But before she pulled away she made sure to raise on her toes to peck his lips once, twice. God, it felt good.