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He thinks of it as cowardice even as he acts upon it; but he cannot find the will to go into the bedroom after her. It is expected of any guy, him being no exception, to demand an explanation in the face of such a curt rejection. Most likely, there is some reason regarding her health or state of mind that he's supposed to care and he doesn't want to act right now.

Discovering something that may be his fault sounds even more unappealing.

So he decides to postpone being reasonable for a few more minutes and goes into the shower instead; allowing the warm water to wash away any evidence of what he had been up to last night, any last fragrance of another woman that may be lingering on his skin.

He'll never know what made her change her mind but a few minutes later the door to the stall slides open and there she is –still somewhat detached looking yet staring at him with a slight hint of desire in her passive eyes.

He blinks through the drops of water hanging on his eyelashes as she gets in and closes them together inside this rather packed space –much like how the two of them already confined each other in a small world of their own, one of the many signs that drove his attention to how dependent they had become.

How bound he was.

But that did not matter at this moment. Not when she squeezes herself between him and the wall, raising her head to the shower head; the warmth, no doubt, welcomed by her skin after that attempt to freeze herself to death.

He is watching her heaving breasts like a hawk when she seizes him a hard look and snakes her hands to his dreads, bringing his head down with a strength that surprises him, bruising his lips with her kiss.

They can talk about whatever's been bothering her later, he decides, this is a lot more urgent. He grabs her buttocks and raises her; pushing his full length into her folds and slamming her against the wall. He can't help feeling smug –she is wet and warm around him. All for him.

Her mouth falls open at the suddenness of it, but no sound emits from her. Not until he pulls back and fills her again, when she moans and throws her head back against the wall, her eyes once again fixed on the opposite wall.

He frowns. He is not to be trifled with.

Faint sound of skin slapping on skin fills the bathroom, and he is raking his hands all over her unabashedly, sucking and biting her breasts with a rave that surprises him. Since when is he so greedy?

Her legs are tightly wrapped around him, her hands holding onto his shoulders. But she still doesn't look at him and for whatever reason, he finds it frustrating. He grabs at her head and forces her gaze upon his, caught off guard at the fire within.

While her skin may be undistinguishable from the spotless marbles around her in its paleness, her eyes are burning into his soul, ablaze with tons of emotions he cannot describe.

It makes his stomach twist –it sends an electric bolt all through his body, incinerates a new vehemence to his desire.

His desire, which overwhelms him so that, even when she snaps her eyes shut as she tightens around him –stealing the pleasure of seeing them light with elation from him- he cannot find it within him to think anything of it.

He is soon to follow her. Spent, satisfied, he nuzzles her neck, holding her flush against him.

Still, water pours all over them.


Smartly titled 2nd Chapter... There'll be another really small part to follow this, I just felt leaving it here kind of felt right again... I'm sprouting gibberish. I'll stop. But the next part will be soon, still hoping haven't butchered FS's characterization. (boo you cheater Rocket!)

Editted the last part, because now it looks closer to what I meant to write.