Title: The Shower

Rating: N/C-17

Disclaimer: I don't own Jack or Juliet they belong to ABC

Juliet ran the shower and got undressed. Standing naked, she looked around for her hairbrush.

"Damn, I left it in the bedroom," she said to herself.

Wrapping a plush towel around herself, Juliet quietly peeked out the door. Jack was nowhere in sight. She tip toed past his bedroom door and into hers. She breathed a sigh of relief. She cursed Ben for making her share a home with Jack. Being in such close proximity to him made her head spin and her body ache.

Juliet grabbed her brush and headed back towards the bathroom.

"Taking a bath?" Jack asked behind her. She swallowed hard before slowly turning to face him.

"Just a quick shower," she said softly.

Jack walked up to her; he was so close she could feel his breath on her face.

"I could use one too," he said pinning her to the wall.

"Really? Well I won't use all the hot water then," she said and holding her towel up with one hand, slinked under him to walk away.

"I have a better idea," he said grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to him. The towel slid an inch or so dangerously low.

"Why don't we shower together," Jack stated matter of factly.

"What?" she asked as he continued stepping closer, Juliet stepping back until, unwittingly, he has backed her inside the washroom. He shut the door behind him and Juliet immediately felt the heat from the steam engulf her.

"See," Jack said as he pulled his shirt off to reveal his toned torso to her, "The nicest part of taking a shower with someone else is they can bathe those hard to reach places for you."

"Jack," she said as he pulled her hands from her chest and unraveled the towel around her. She watched as if in slow motion, the towel slink off her curves and fall to the ground at her feet.

"Get in Juliet, before you catch cold," he said and she did. The warm needle spray of the shower hit her shoulders as she could just make out the sound of Jack's zipper coming down before he joined her. She tried not to look at him, slightly embarrassed at the situation even though she had spent weeks thinking of something just like this.

Jack took the bar of soap in his hands and worked it into a lather. He pulled Juliet from beneath the spray. Jack paid detailed attention to lathering her skin, starting at her shoulders. The strange slippery feel of his hands on her skin made her shudder with excitement and she felt herself unwillingly giving in to his touch.

"You like it?" he whispered in her ear as she arched herself towards his naked body, Jack covering her breasts with his hands, rubbing the foam across her nipples.

"Jack," was all she could say as he slipped his hands to her belly and out towards her thighs, clutching her buttocks before sliding back to her pubic area. He slipped his fingers between her pussy. She winced at the slight sting from it but she opened her legs for him. Jack smiled as he slid his hands down her supple legs, looking up into her blue eyes as she watched him. He then stood back up and bathed her back, his hand finally resting at the small of her back.

"Your turn," he said and handed her the soap. She hesitated at first but the urge to touch his magnificent body was too much and she began to rub his chest, working a small patch of lather into the mat of his hair he possessed. Juliet slid her hands down his sides, to his hips, scratching down with her nails and making him squirm slightly.

"You're ticklish," she said and he giggled in defeat before she soaped his belly. Her eyes dropped to his hardening cock.

"Go on," he said and placed her fingers around his prick, "I know you want to."

She squeezed Jack's cock, the suds oozing between her fingers, pumping it up and down as Jack's head tilted back, the water running down his face. He pulled her to him; their stomachs slipped together, his cock pressing against her thighs. Juliet felt her nipples harden as they were touched by his chest. Jack's knee pushed between hers and her pussy felt the caress of his thigh, she leaned into it, feeling light headed from the hot water and his touch.

"Juliet," he murmured as he pressed the lips of her sex apart and began to rub her clit.

"Come here," he said and she wrapped her arms around him, biting his shoulder, sucking the water off it as he rubbed his cock across her wet slit.

She was just going to give in to the sensation when Jack suddenly turned the water off and pushed her out. He took the towel from the floor and began drying her, wiping her breasts, the fabric rubbing over them making them ache for him. Then Jack reached down to lift her legs and dry them, finishing by passing his hands between her thighs and patting her crotch dry. She stood there without moving when he finished and watched as he dried himself.

"Go into your bedroom and wait for me there," Jack said, "Wait for me on the bed," he said tucking her wet hair behind her ears.

TO BE CONTINUED (if you want it)