Under the Falling Moon
Chapter 11
Just as the steam from the hot water filled the room, Illana stared at her tired reflection in the bathroom mirror. Hung on the ivory paint cracked close door, she stroked her bare shoulders lightly and held herself. Staring at her naked body, she felt so "broken." She needed to be plugged in to the world, because her soul was disconnected.
Sighing, she watched the steam fill up the mirror until it was so fogged up you could barely see her ice blue eyes peering back. Turning around, she grasped the tan shower curtain and pulled it closed as she got into the bathtub.
Immediatly closing her eyes, she let out a small gasp as the piercing hot water ran at her back from the showerhead. Feeling her skin reddenning from the intense heat, she couldn't help but smile. How she loved the feeling of a warm shower. It was a small comfort that was her favorite pleasure---and she would stay in there until all the hot water was used up, which would take so long sometimes.
Eyes still closed, she could practically smell the steam rising up from the bathtub. How pleasurable it was: long streams of water ran from her shoulders down to her breasts, then from there to her stomach, and finally down her legs and onto her feet. Leaning her head back, she let all the heated sensation flow through her thin raven hair. The water worked its way from ontop of her head down to her scalp.
Opening her mouth just a bit, she could feel trails of running water come down from her hair to her face, running over her eyelids down to the corners of her mouth. Cracking a smile, she wipped the water from her eyes and slowly opened them to a fogged up wonderland.
Taking her lavender soap from the holder, she foamed it up on her soft pink cloth and rubbed it all over her body. The soft scent filled her nose she spread the bubbles on her skin. It felt heavenly, and even when she washed it all off the scent of lavender still remained.
After washing her hair and shaving, the hot water eventually died down about 30mins later. Turning it all off, Illana wrung out her hair and grabbed her dark blue towel she sat on the sink. Wiping down her skin, she could feel the steam evaporating, leaving her cold and alone again. That was the worst part of a shower to her----drying yourself off. The heat is gone, and your skin is cold from the last remaining droplets of water.
Drying herself off, she stepped out onto the pastel tile and wrapped the towel around her body. Sighing, she could see her reflection in the half-fogged mirror. She stood there, alone again, feeling as helpless as a small child. The innocent blue eyes begged for a companion, someone to take her by the hand and lead her away from this life. To take her and her child somewhere better----safer.
Reaching her hand up to her lips, she thought about Johnny. Touching them ever so slightly, she thought about his rough lips and scared kiss. Those eyes of his, they looked so unforgiving and hateful---except when they looked at her.
"Johnny.......when will you look at me again?" she whispered quietly, moving her eyes from the mirror to the floor. With a sigh, she opened the door and started off to her room.
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A/N: Wow, what an uneventful chapter. Hah, it's been about a month since I last updated. *shrug* Oh well. YAY! It's spring break! Meaning----more time to write! *dramatic pose* Oh yeah, also this fic may end up going up a rating. I'm not sure yet, but I'm thinking about it. Just a warning! Anywhoo, I'm going to go now okies? Chow!
~*~Bonez~*~
Chapter 11
Just as the steam from the hot water filled the room, Illana stared at her tired reflection in the bathroom mirror. Hung on the ivory paint cracked close door, she stroked her bare shoulders lightly and held herself. Staring at her naked body, she felt so "broken." She needed to be plugged in to the world, because her soul was disconnected.
Sighing, she watched the steam fill up the mirror until it was so fogged up you could barely see her ice blue eyes peering back. Turning around, she grasped the tan shower curtain and pulled it closed as she got into the bathtub.
Immediatly closing her eyes, she let out a small gasp as the piercing hot water ran at her back from the showerhead. Feeling her skin reddenning from the intense heat, she couldn't help but smile. How she loved the feeling of a warm shower. It was a small comfort that was her favorite pleasure---and she would stay in there until all the hot water was used up, which would take so long sometimes.
Eyes still closed, she could practically smell the steam rising up from the bathtub. How pleasurable it was: long streams of water ran from her shoulders down to her breasts, then from there to her stomach, and finally down her legs and onto her feet. Leaning her head back, she let all the heated sensation flow through her thin raven hair. The water worked its way from ontop of her head down to her scalp.
Opening her mouth just a bit, she could feel trails of running water come down from her hair to her face, running over her eyelids down to the corners of her mouth. Cracking a smile, she wipped the water from her eyes and slowly opened them to a fogged up wonderland.
Taking her lavender soap from the holder, she foamed it up on her soft pink cloth and rubbed it all over her body. The soft scent filled her nose she spread the bubbles on her skin. It felt heavenly, and even when she washed it all off the scent of lavender still remained.
After washing her hair and shaving, the hot water eventually died down about 30mins later. Turning it all off, Illana wrung out her hair and grabbed her dark blue towel she sat on the sink. Wiping down her skin, she could feel the steam evaporating, leaving her cold and alone again. That was the worst part of a shower to her----drying yourself off. The heat is gone, and your skin is cold from the last remaining droplets of water.
Drying herself off, she stepped out onto the pastel tile and wrapped the towel around her body. Sighing, she could see her reflection in the half-fogged mirror. She stood there, alone again, feeling as helpless as a small child. The innocent blue eyes begged for a companion, someone to take her by the hand and lead her away from this life. To take her and her child somewhere better----safer.
Reaching her hand up to her lips, she thought about Johnny. Touching them ever so slightly, she thought about his rough lips and scared kiss. Those eyes of his, they looked so unforgiving and hateful---except when they looked at her.
"Johnny.......when will you look at me again?" she whispered quietly, moving her eyes from the mirror to the floor. With a sigh, she opened the door and started off to her room.
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A/N: Wow, what an uneventful chapter. Hah, it's been about a month since I last updated. *shrug* Oh well. YAY! It's spring break! Meaning----more time to write! *dramatic pose* Oh yeah, also this fic may end up going up a rating. I'm not sure yet, but I'm thinking about it. Just a warning! Anywhoo, I'm going to go now okies? Chow!
~*~Bonez~*~