Shaving
Shaving. Mike Logan stood in his bathroom, humming. Sometimes he just couldn't resist cranking up a little Frank Sinatra as he readied for an evening out. Luck be a lady tonight… luck let a gentleman see… how nice a dame you can be…
He had finished shaving and he placed a blazing hot wash rag to his face to finish. He reached over and splashed some skin bracer on his palms and laid them lightly on his face, closing his eyes as he appreciated the musky fragrance. He shrugged into his dark shirt, buttoning up the front, fixing the collar. He stood, admiring himself in the mirror, and couldn't resist a playful wink at himself ...luck be a lady tonight!
Shaving. Alex Eames hated shaving in other people's showers. Hell, she just hated shaving. She was standing in a small shower stall, razor in hand, considering the logistics of shaving her legs. Ideally, she liked to use some kind of shave gel, but short of that she would settle for shampoo. So, she had smeared some shampoo on her right calf, and was now looking for a place to hook her toes. At home, she had a tub shower, so she used the tub ledge. But she was at her sister's house, in the guest bath, and there was nothing. She was headed straight into work, and she had plans after that. Brand new razor in hand, she felt fairly certain that this was not going to be an easy task. So resigned herself to the task at hand and she kind of scooted back and propped her foot as best she could against the wall. She sure as hell hoped that when she wriggled into her little black dress tonight that he would appreciate her smoothly shaved legs.
Shaving. Bobby Goren leaned forward and rubbed the steamy condensation off the mirror in his small bathroom. He ran his hand across his face, thinking about shaving. He hated shaving, he hated to take the time. He was thinking he could probably go another day.
"Can I help you with that?" She slipped into his bathroom, standing very close to him in the small space. She ran two of her fingers lightly across his bristly jaw.
"With shaving?" He asked, a bit surprised. She reached over and lifted the can of shaving cream. He watched her place some of the foamy stuff across her left fingers. She placed the lather along the right side of his jaw.
"You'll need to hold still." She smiled up at him. He was mesmerized by her closeness. She was the one who was never able to hold still. He looked at her, standing so close to him as she spread the shaving cream lightly across the other side of his face. He realized without make –up, the freckles across her nose were incredibly vivid, her lashes were naturally long and dark, her full lips naturally a soft, wet pink. She looked up into his eyes for a moment, and he held her eyes with his, looking at the dark rims around her pale grey irises. "Hold still." She said, reprimanding him softly as he fidgeted ever so slightly.
She ran the razor across his face, rinsing it in the warm running water of the sink, a clean smooth swath of skin now across his jaw. She was wrapped in a towel, the same as him, but hers was up and around her chest. He found himself looking at the faint freckles across the tops of her full breasts. She ran the razor along his jaw again, continuing to shave his face. It never occurred to him that shaving could be so sexy. He thought that perhaps he would have to start shaving every day.
Author's note: I skipped somewhat within the sequence of suggestions, but this one just kind of slammed into my brain. Thanks to Penn OHara for "shaving". And, thanks for the reviews!
