John was sitting in his chair, updating his blog when I sulked into the house. He looks up as I slam the door. "What the hell happened to you?" He asks, looking me up and down. "Chased a murderer through the park, he got away." I mutter sourly. Covered in dirt from top to bottom, I head into the bathroom. I turn on the light and close the door, not locking it. I turn on the shower and rotate the lever over to hot. I step back and peel off my shirt. I shiver as the cold bathroom air touches my bare skin. Next I pull down my pants and underwear. I step into the shower and relax as the hot water pounds into my sore muscles.
Suddenly the door opens a I hear the sounds of John undressing. After all five pieces of clothing he was wearing hit the floor he opens the shower curtain and steps in, bringing with him a blast of cold air. Suddenly I feel his strong arms wrap around my shoulder, as his stretched out body presses into my back.
"How was your evening?" John whispers in my ear.
"Disappointing." I reply.
"Do you want me to make it all better?" John whispers in my ear again, this time placing a kiss on my pulse point before retreating to the back of the tub, leaving cold air to rush up along my backside where he had been not five seconds before.
"Yes please. Come back. "I reply.
"With pleasure." He murmurs, beginning to suck on my neck. I let out a moan. "You know I love it when you do that, but I'm meeting with my parents tomorrow, so do try not to leave a mark." I tell him. "You always cover your neck up with a scarf anyways, and it's not like they don't already know we have sex." He replies, stepping back. "Hey, don't be like that," I say, turning around and trapping him against the back wall of the shower. Since the water is no longer hitting him, he felt the coldness of the air. I watch as he goose bumps raise up along his skin. I drape my body across his, kissing his neck softly. "So what did you do today?" I ask, pressing a kiss to his temple, and another to his nose. "Oh nothing, after I got up, I went into work and then came home and messed around on the blog." He says. "Hmm" I reply, kissing his cheeks, the spot behind his ear, his neck, finally landing a kiss to his mouth.
We make out in the shower for a couple more minutes, grabbing at each other like we wouldn't see each other for months after that one shower. Then the water starts to run cold. John gets out and dries off while I rush to finish my cold shower. I get out feeling refreshed, and walk into our room. I find John sitting in our bed. He beckons me forward and lifts up the covers. I walk over and slide into bed, kissing him on the mouth. Then I start moving my kisses lower and lower, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.
[Fin.]