He heard the door to the bathroom squeak open from within the shower and wondered if he had forgotten his towel for a moment and Sarah had brought it to him like had happened in the past, but no, he'd definitely remembered the towel. "That you?" he asked softly.

"No," Sarah joked, "it's your secret lover come to have her wicked way with you."

Jim smirked before he stuck his head out from behind the shower curtain. He smiled as he saw his wife wearing nothing but a small towel around her and her "hair" hanging loosely around her face.

"I lied about the secret lover bit," she smiled innocently at him. "But not about the wicked way bit," she placed her hands on the top of the towel and gently opened it before allowing it to drop to the floor.

Jim's breath was taken away for a moment. He never got tired to looking at her voluptuous breasts and their now erect little nipples. He pushed the curtain open and extended his hand to invite her into the shower.

She smiled and took his hand gracefully. She stepped up into the shower and felt the hot stream of water instantly hit her and run down her body. She waited for Jim to close the curtain again behind and then gently draped her arms around his neck, pushing their two wet, naked bodies together.

"Well, this is quite the surprise," he smirked. He rested his hands gently against her waist and slid them slowly towards the small of her back.

She leaned in and kissed him softly. She pulled back from him gently and asked him, "wash me?"

It had been a while since they had showered together and Jim was more than happy to oblige. He smiled at her and reluctantly removed his hands from her waist to reach for the shower gel. He squirted a small amount of the pink liquid into his hand and replaced the gel onto its hook. He rubbed the liquid between his hands before extending them to touch Sarah's chest.

She shuddered as the cool gel made contact with her chest but soon got used to it as Jim rubbed it across and down her breasts. She let a small groan escape her lips and she smirked at Jim.

He smirked back as his fingers glided over her large, soapy boobs. He was careful to avoid hurting her lactating nipples, but made sure they got a good clean.

"That feels good," she told him as he massaged the lavender smelling gel into her skin.

"Yeah?" he asked as he moved his hands across her shoulders and down her arms.

"Hmmm," was all she said as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the movements.

"Turn around," Jim requested softly.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him as she turned around.

He gently moved her tendrils off her back and placed them over one of her shoulders before he began massaging the shower gel into her back.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, saying nothing but simply smiling at him. She loved feeling his strong hands against her skin and found amusement in the concentrated face he was pulling as he made sure not to miss any spot of her skin.

He locked eyes with her and guided his hands from her back to her hips.

She flirtatiously turned her head forward and moved her body towards him slightly.

He didn't need to be a telepath to know exactly what she wanted. He slid his hand around her front and snaked his hand between her legs. She flinched as his fingers fell between her thighs and instantly made contact with her clit. He was getting far too good at locating that.

"Uhhh," was all she could manage as her bud was stimulated and grabbed onto the wall to brace herself.

Jim held their bodies together tighter and brought his other hand up to hold one of her breasts. "Comfy?" he asked, then began kissing her neck.

She said nothing and groaned as her husband began massaging her womanhood. His pressure on her was firm but not painful. She was excited by his touch on her breast and she could feel the start of his erection pressing against her buttock.

He pushed his face against the side of her head and kissed her temple. He increased the speed at which he worked her and make the strokes longer so that his finger tips toyed with her vaginal entrance.

"How do you expect me," she panted, "to ever get clean," she panted again, "when a shower," she groaned this time, "turns this dirty."

He laughed softly and then gently inserted a finger into her, "are you nice and wet for me?" he asked softly.

She placed her hand on his and pushed his finger further into her before pulling his hand away so that she could turn around to face him. "I'm so ready for you," she told him.

He smirked and pushed her gently against the wall and hooked his arm under her leg, pulling it up and towards him.

She groaned as she felt his erection against her exposed pussy. She reached a hand down and took hold of his shaft, guiding it to her entrance and gently pushing the head into her.

He stopped kissing her neck and let out a small grunt as she put him inside her and he slid slowly into her.

She groaned again and replaced the hand to join the other on the back of his neck to steady herself. She felt his large manhood inside her and she let out a long moan.

"You OK?" he checked once he was fully inside her.

"Uuuhh-mmmm," was all she could muster as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him in her.

He smiled and began gentle gyrations against her. He resumed kissing her neck.

She relaxed in his arms and against the wall as he moved in and out of her, the warm water splashing against their bodies. "That's it," she moaned and not too long later her orgasm rushed through her body.

Jim could tell she had just climaxed and he came inside her. He let their orgasms finish as he pulled out of her and held her close, letting her leg free from his grip.

She gently kissed his lips before she spoke, "I'll leave you to finish showering." She pulled away from him and smiled at him.

"I'm done," he added as he reached to turn the water off, turning the knob and ceasing the flow of hot water.

She opened the shower curtain and stepped out of the shower, picking up her towel and wrapping it around her.

He followed her departure from the shower and grabbed a towel from the nearby rack. He wiped his face and hair with it, before wrapping it around his waist.

She looked at his damp hair and smiled. "I forgot how long hair takes to dry," she mused as she thought about her own red hair from years ago. She wondered about the small lock of hair now, wondering how it looked and felt, and she turned to the steamed up mirror to inspect it. She wiped her hand across the mirror so she could see herself and tried to find the lock.

Jim looked to her reflection in the mirror and smiled at her.

She found the lock and gently toyed with it, water dripped from it and it appeared darker than when dry. She felt Jim behind her and his hands gently touched her head with another smaller towel, drying her tendrils. She smiled at his attentive touch and let him dry her, dropping the lock and letting it fall back into it's position.

"Been a while since we done this," he surmised, glad they were doing it now.

"Yeah," she answered faintly. "Too long."

It didn't take long to dry her tendrils and he placed the damp towel down over the sink. "Coming to our room?" he asked her softly, taking the finger tips of one of her hands gently in his.

"In a little while," she answered as she opened a nearby cupboard. "I need to take one of these," she explained as she pulled a packet of birth control pills out of the cupboard.

He nodded in understanding and slowly left the room. He walked a few meters to their bedroom and went inside. The room was dark but warm and he turned on a bedside table and threw the clothes he'd worn earlier (and placed on the bed) into the wash basket. He dropped down onto the bed and sighed in exhaustion.

"Tired already?" Sarah smirked from the doorway.

He smiled back at her. "I'm not as young as I used to be."

She laughed, "none of us are." She walked towards him slowly and came to sit on his lap.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and stared up at her. "What's the sayin'? You're only as young as the woman you feel?" he laughed.

She smiled at him and stared into his older eyes. He was now into his forties, but he hadn't aged much since he'd gotten her back. "We keep each other young," she told him, knowing it to be true. Sure she noticed she had the beginnings of wrinkles under her eyes, but she welcomed them as a sign of being human.

He pulled them onto the bed and held her close. "I love you so much," he whispered in her ear.

She looked at him and stroked his cheek. "I love you."

He buried his face into her tendrils and kissed her head through them. He felt her tense up for a moment and so he pulled his face back to look at her.

"Don't they freak you out?" she asked softly. "The tendrils."

He frowned for a moment at the suggestion. "Do my scars and tattoos freak you out?" he asked with a smile.

She smiled back at him and stroked the long scar across his nose and across his cheek. "You are incredibly handsome with them," she understood his question and smiled that he too saw her as beautiful with or without tendrils.

"And you are incredibly beautiful," he added as he took a moment to stare into her eyes.

She let her hand fall into his hair and played with his damp locks. She loved his hair, she really did, it felt nice and smelt good. She remembered the feeling of him playing with her own hair all those years ago and now longed for it once more. Saying goodbye to the tendrils was a big step, maybe one of the last big ones in becoming human again. "I'll have the surgery," she whispered shyly.

Jim beamed, but then calmed himself, "you don't have to."

She forced a smile. "I know, but I will."

He smiled. "I'll be here for you," he told her, "always".