He awoke to the sound of a tap running.

He pulled on some pants, and made his way to the bathroom.

He found her in the bath, the tap still running, her hair wet and her body surrounded by bubbles. She had one leg raised, and was shaving it. She smiled, and he walked to the side of the bathtub. He kissed her forehead and her lips, and she kissed him back. He leaned back. And Stella threw some bubbles at him. They landed right in his face. He spat some of the bubbles out, and wiped his face clean. He had an adorably fake-angry face, and went to open the bathroom cupboard. He found a box of bath salts and poured the whole thing into the bath. She screamed as he could hear the fizzing and see her being tickled. She jumped out of the bath and onto him, completely naked and completely soaked. He laughed and put her on the bench of the sink. He grabbed a hair-tie from her draw and started to braid her hair. She laughed for a while. When he was done, he added a pink bow and looked back to admire his handiwork. She was laughing still. He frowned.

"Now what is so funny?" She was still laughing.

"Ha- Well, you see. I have never seen a man braid hair. Especially a straight man." And with that, she burst into laughter again.

He smirked. "Well, I grew up in a family of 3 younger sisters, and they couldn't braid their own hair. I have been a very experienced hair braider since I was roughly 9 years old. I used to charge 50 c for the girls in my primary school to have their hair braided. I made 10 dollars one lunch time, and that's nothing to laugh about." He thought about it for a minute, and laughed.

They both laughed, and he picked Stella up and put her back in the bath. He took off his pants, and got in next to her. He scrubbed her back down, and gave her a massage. She told him what she had planned for tonight, and she washed his hair. He tickled her in the bath and they just sat and held each other for what seemed an hour. They had to fill the bath with more hot water and eventually their skin began to wrinkle up. This made them laugh again, and they helped dry each other off.

Stella changed whilst Michael made breakfast. Then they drove to Michael's place and he changed into a set of new clothes, put his clothes from last night in the wash, grabbed a set of clothes for tomorrow and checked his messages on his land line. They drove in separate cars to the Police station, so as not to make anyone suspicious. They shared a quick kiss outside, before squeezing each other and they walked in, not looking at each other like they wanted to for the rest of the day.

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Stella couldn't stand it anymore. She walked over to Leon and Michael, and looked Michael in the eyes. "Guys, I am just going for a shower. If anyone wants me, that's where I will be. Okay?"

Leon responded with an Okay, but Michael just watched her go, picking up the message. He told Leon he was going out for a lunch break, and would be back in 30 minutes or so.

He walked into the change rooms to find Stella pacing backwards and forwards. When she saw him, she ran to him and passionately kissed him. He spun her around, and began unbuttoning her shirt. She took off his shirt in an easy 5 seconds, barely undoing any of the buttons. He was pushing off his pants, and she was naked bar her underwear. He unclipped her bra, and then she realized she would need a cover. She ran to turn on the shower, and pulled him into the cubicle. There was plenty of room, and they didn't get very wet at all.

He pulled off her briefs, and put he lifted her up so her back was against the wall. He put his thumb on her clit, softly stroking and prodding it. She moaned softly, biting her bottom lip and kissing him. She deepened the kiss, and he realized she was ready for more. He slid one finger into her, and her muscles tightened around it. He pushed another, and soon another finger into her. He slowly pushed in and out, and she gripped his back more. She was almost about to scream, so she bit into his shoulder lightly. He chucked her his shirt to put in her mouth, and he took his fingers out, and she slid down the wall. He took off his underwear, and she pushed her knees out a little. But he needed to spread her little more, so he took both of his hands and pushed her knees apart. Then he slid into her, feeling her fall on top of him. She changed the position of her hips, so he went in as deep as he could. He started off with little movements very slowly, but she whispered to him for more. He was already getting close. He started faster and deeper, and felt her back hit the wall as he pushed back in every time. She was smiling and moaning, breathing quickly. "I'm so close, ah ah-" She screamed and fell over the edge, and he let himself go. She collapsed on top of him, and they just sat there in the wet shower, lying next to each other, gasping and gazing. "I love you Stella. Always remember that. "He took a breath. "You need to always remember that."

She looked into his eyes. "Io ti amore sempre più della vita stessa*." And pulled her closer, putting his fingers through hers, and resting them on her stomach.

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*This means "I will love you more than life itself" in Italian.