[This is her first shower with another person, but she's not nervous about it. She's pretty sure there isn't anything left to do with Johnnie that would make her nervous, actually. He makes her feel completely at ease, and so she's content to be led under the water first. It cascades down over her, and she can't hold in the sigh of satisfaction as it warms her.
Of course, once he's in the shower with her, she doesn't hesitate to step back to press in close against him. It's nice and peaceful, even as he questions how her leg is doing.]
It hurts, but I hardly notice it anymore.
[They'll need to treat and wrap it, but maybe it would be fine to wait until tomorrow to do that. Her focus right now anyway is on him. Slowly, she turns so she's facing him. Hand pressed against his cheek at first, she slowly checks him over and feels for any sign of injury. Her touch drifts down his body, only stopping once she reaches his hip.
She steps back then so she's only halfway under the water, her other hand going to thread her fingers through his wet hair on the back of his head. His forehead is guided to press against hers, and her lips claim his in an achingly tender kiss.]
What about you? Are you doing okay?
[She doesn't mean just physically. Here, where they're hidden away from the world and it's just them, he can tell her whatever is on his mind. It's safe.]
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Of course, once he's in the shower with her, she doesn't hesitate to step back to press in close against him. It's nice and peaceful, even as he questions how her leg is doing.]
It hurts, but I hardly notice it anymore.
[They'll need to treat and wrap it, but maybe it would be fine to wait until tomorrow to do that. Her focus right now anyway is on him. Slowly, she turns so she's facing him. Hand pressed against his cheek at first, she slowly checks him over and feels for any sign of injury. Her touch drifts down his body, only stopping once she reaches his hip.
She steps back then so she's only halfway under the water, her other hand going to thread her fingers through his wet hair on the back of his head. His forehead is guided to press against hers, and her lips claim his in an achingly tender kiss.]
What about you? Are you doing okay?
[She doesn't mean just physically. Here, where they're hidden away from the world and it's just them, he can tell her whatever is on his mind. It's safe.]