After checking the house for booby-traps and uninvited guests, Julie followed Donovan into his bedroom. He didn't hesitate to grab hold of her, and try to kiss her.
Why you brought me here, Julie reminded herself. But she had other plans and wasn't certain if entertaining Donovan for the next however long it would take were part of her agenda...
"Do you still have running water?"
"Yeah."
His lips were wet and warm against her neck. She felt the goose bumps rising.
"Can I take a bath?"
He drew away and looked at her, puzzled.
"Sure, but I don't think we'd enjoy a cold bath. The gas was shut off last month." He tried to steal a kiss.
She darted her mouth out of his aim. "Not we. Me. I need to shave my legs."
She hadn't had the time at the HQ, with her fellow comrades vying for use of the single downstairs bathroom in the mornings.
"Not exactly what I had in mind," Donovan murmured, then planted a kiss on her cheek. "You won't make me wait too long, will you?"
"Will you find my things, bring me some underwear and clothes to put on?"
"Why? You plan on leaving soon?"
With a shake of the head, she padded toward the bathroom, and wondered how long he'd let her stay inside without interrupting her.
Julie filled the bath about half way. The water was cold, but not too cold. She undressed and stuck her right leg in the tub, then lathered on some of Donovan's shaving crème and used a single-headed yellow razor to smooth away the prickly hairs that had started to form. It wasn't long before Donovan opened the door and laid a long robe on the counter, then popped out of the room. Julie lifted the robe and checked underneath for a pair of underwear. He'd brought neither it nor a bra. And as Julie shaved both legs over the next few minutes, she expected Donovan to return and bring her clothes, but he didn't. She stepped into the stream of cold water emanating from the shower head, letting the water hit her midsection, but not her hair. She didn't want to deal with stuffing wet hair under a wig.
She lathered her arm pits and shaved them, thinking about the precious time her lover thought she was wasting, and how impatient he was.
"I thought you were just going to shave your legs," Donovan complained from outside the door.
"I changed my mind."
"Well let me know when you're ready."
"Did you find my clothes?"
"They're on my dresser, but you're not getting them anytime soon."
Damn you, she thought. He was making a game of it. He wouldn't give her what she wanted until she gave him what he wanted. To spite him, she took her time in the shower. After she was done washing herself, she continued to let the water run for several minutes and just sat on the edge of the tub, wrapped in a towel.
Donovan returned to the door.. "Are you alive in there?"
"Oh, I'm just taking my time, relaxing. I won't get the chance to at base." She smiled.
"How much time do you think we have?"
"If you'll just bring me my clothes, I'll get ready and we can leave for my place."
"You want to leave soon?"
"Why wouldn't we?" She reached for the plush robe, put it on, then wrapped its sash around her torso.
"I don't know Julie, you tell me."
He was angry. She snickered, then opened the door and eyed him. "What are you disappointed or something?"
He set his jaw. "I brought you here so we could spend time together. I thought we needed it. Apparently, you don't."
"You brought me here to have sex with me." She hurried to his room. "Well, c'mon Mike. Let's get it over with."
"Over with?" He followed her. "That's not the response I was-"
Julie shrugged the robe from her shoulders and let it hit the floor. Donovan's eyes grew wide.
