No-one was really fit to go anywhere the day after the wedding. Eddie and Rosie surfaced at 11am and strolled over to the main house for some food. Watched her brothers try to force down bacon and eggs while Rosie poured out glass after glass of water. Eddie had some coffee again, sweetened so much Rosie retched when she tasted it. Orange juice proved to be their salvation, and helped them to stomach a sizeable brunch before retreating.

They made it back to the rooms in one piece. Rosie went ahead to make it appear like they were separating. Eddie sat in the lobby downstairs for 10minutes and then followed her up. Heard the trickle of water from the bathroom as he stepped in and turned the bolt. He could use a shower, too.

"Holy!"

A hand to her mouth reminded Rosie that they were not supposed to be in a room together. Eddie took the shampoo bottle from her and squeezed a blob into his hand. She tilted her head back, sighing as he massaged, arms going around him so she didn't slip.

"Close your eyes." He covered them, too, afraid the sting of suds would get him evicted. Rosie picked up another bottle and showed him how to spread the conditioner through her hair, turning so he could comb the ends with his fingers. The tub wasn't really big enough for the two of them, and her backside inevitably felt his semi.

"Hmmm." Rosie wiggled.

"Quit it!"

"Whaaat?"

"You're not clean yet."

"Fine." She handed him her sponge and soap. "Go ahead."

Eddie lathered her up, starting with her neck, then her breasts, arms, breasts, stomach, breasts, leg, breasts...

"At this point my chest is going to reflect sunlight."

"I'm just making sure!"

"I have other parts!"

He finished her other leg, then her butt cheeks, scrubbing until they passed "pinch inspection".

"Ah-Ah!"

"What now?"

"No soap there."

"Oh. Right. Hands only." Eddie kissed her back and slipped one hand over her sex, 'cleaning' in brisk strokes and quick circles. Rosie braced against the cold tiles, smiling as his other hand probed the other side. "Water isn't much good here."

"Not really, no." She adjusted his stroking, then guided the finger at her ass. "A tiny bit."

He only allowed the first knuckle, paying more attention to her pleasure. Rosie's legs shook as he went, and he had to watch that she didn't slip, either. He stood to one side, ready to catch if needed. Almost went himself when her hand wrapped around him.

"Easy!" Eddie warned. "If I fall we're both going down."

She went slowly, just coaxing him to attention, then playing with a smirk on her face, swirling his tip and tickling his shaft with deft fingers. Rosie grabbed the sponge and worked up a froth on it.

"Here."

He watched as she started the opposite way, scrubbing him upward from his feet. Rosie was far more efficient than he was, and actually seemed to be trying to clean him. She went quickly, still panting and groaning now and then as his hands continued. His hair, too, got shampooed and conditioned, then Rosie tossed down the sponge and turned. Eddie grasped at the air where he had been working, only to let out a loud "Oh!" of surprise as he ended up pressed to her rear. Rosie began to wriggle again, so that his cock slid between her cheeks, guiding his hands over her tits, then tilting some more so he slipped between her legs - just between her legs. The heat of her gliding along the upper half, cold air hitting the lower, and a different kind of moisture coating him.

"Ooooh..." Rosie moaned, rocking so he took up the extent of her folds. Eddie just stood, enjoying her enjoyment, but after a while felt a need of his own.

"Rosie." One hand wrapped around her neck, the other finding her nub. He pressed insistently, and she gladly tilted. At the next pass, he breached her, and Eddie gave a grunt, planting his feet and angling up. She was slick now, legs shaking again as his fingers surrounded that cluster of nerves. Fighting for balance on the sleek tiles as his grasp tightened against her throat. Eddie kept a careful pace.

"Whoa!"

"Oops! You okay?" They screeched to a standstill as he caught her. This was too dangerous. "Let's get out."

Eddie helped her onto the floor, where the shower mat provided much more reliable footing. He got Rosie from behind and bent her over the counter, wasting no time. Rosie gave a delighted mewl and arched to accommodate him.

"Keep quiet!"

"Everyone's downstairs."

"You don't know that. Hush!"

She grumbled, but bit her tongue. Eddie resumed, squeezing her neck and caressing her, praying she reached her end before he blew it.

"Eddie."

"Huh?" He looked up. "Oh."

Rosie had wiped some of the condensation off the mirror, and was observing him with a grin. The glass threatened to fog up again, but a swipe of her arm brought the image back. She pressed her palm to it, big round eyes locking him in. Eddie moaned. Saw her smile widen when his hand tightened on her neck, her mouth fall wide at a few sharp thrusts, the surprise when he smacked her plump ass. The sincerity in her face when she breathed: "Eddie..."

"You're so hot." Was all he could say.

"I am?"

"Beautiful."

"Oooh..."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"Hmmm..." He growled, pumping til her lips formed a little "o". Biting his lip so he didn't bellow like a bull.

"Eddie?"

"Hm?"

"Sexy."

"Uh." Short circuiting.

Rosie touched the mirror where she saw his face. "You look really sexy."

"Ahhh..." His fingers closed around her throat. Rosie couldn't say anything else, but she mouthed the word again and again.

Sexy.

"Good girl."

Me?

"Such a good girl." Eddie bit back another yell. "You want it?"

Yes. She pushed his hand more firmly into her throat.

"You...want...oof." He swept his wet hair out of the way, glancing up and down, waiting for permission.

Eddie.

Eddie collapsed over her back, stifling a cry with mouth to her damp skin, remembering to release her neck before Rosie ran out of air. Shivering at the satisfied "Mmmmm..." that filled the room. He looked up into the mirror again, and Rosie did, too. Chuckling conspiratorially and inwardly praying there was no-one within earshot.