Summary: Max and Helen decide to do a little "washing up" in the shower after their paint battle
Author's Notes: Those promo pictures of Max and Helen painting killed me! And I just have a feeling that we won't actually get a shower scene after their paint shenanigans, so I decided to write one myself to hold us over until January! This is my second attempt at smut, so hopefully, it flows nicely!
Also, unless I get very specific inspiration, I don't plan on doing any more smut, as it's not my forte. Not saying it's out of the question, but don't get your hopes up for more, haha!
"Alright, remember, you can't go over paint with a second coat until it's dry, so you start on that wall while I do this one."
"There's that Bristol fashion I love so much! Very methodical."
"I try," Helen shrugs with self-satisfaction. She looks up at the tape job where the ceiling meets the wall, knowing she'll end up having to be the one to do the trim.
The task of covering the walls with a base coat of white begins.
"What color were you thinking for Luna's room, dear?"
"Oh, you know her. I'm sure she'd be happy with anything pink or purple. Hey, you missed a spot," Max points out.
Helen examines her handiwork, but can't see what he's talking about. "Where?" She glances over at Max who is bearing a mischievous grin and holding out his paint roller in her direction. "You wouldn't dare!" Her attempt to sound stern clearly isn't working because Helen can't help but smile and shriek as Max swipes the paint roller across her arm. "Oh, you cheeky bastard!" She retaliates by smearing his forearm.
Like two kids in a playground, Max begins chasing Helen around the apartment with the roller. Paint ends up all over their clothes, their arms, and their faces, including Max's beard and Helen's hair which is wrapped in a bun.
Helen has the most radiant smile! It brings Max so much joy, knowing he's the cause of it! He hopes he can make her smile every day. After coming full circle in the room, Max can't resist her anymore, not that he was trying to. "Come here!" Both he and Helen push the paint rollers out of the way as they go in for a kiss.
As soon as their lips make contact, Helen practically melts at Max's touch as butterflies erupt in her stomach. Her heart thumps wildly in her chest! She feels like a teenager, spontaneous and wildly in love! Both the paint rollers fall to the floor, quickly followed by Max and Helen as he climbs on top, his legs straddling hers. She lets out a girlish giggle as his mouth moves to her neck, gently sucking on the sensitive spot just below her ear as he grinds up against her hips. Max quickly moves down to kiss her chest, then stomach as his hands attempt to pull down the sleeves of Helen's overalls.
"You look amazing in everything, but I have never hated overalls more! I could just tear it right off of you!"
"Oh my god, Max! We'll never get this place finished!" Even though Helen tries to be practical, she makes no effort to push Max away or remove herself from under him.
Max crawls back up Helen's body and pins her arms above her head with one hand and teasingly runs the other from her waist to her breast. "I've got you all to myself for a whole week. I intend to make the most of it."
Helen toys with the hair on the back of Max's head as he returns his lips to her neck, letting herself give in to her all-consuming desires. It doesn't take long before she feels him firming up against her thighs. She bucks her hips up ever so slightly, causing a groan to escape Max's lips. He backs up to look into Helen's eyes. "You wanna… christen our new home?" he asks hopefully, biting his bottom lip and raising his eyebrows.
Helen's hands move to his ass to pull him flush against her body. "Well, you know, we've got paint all over. We could use a shower," she hints.
Helen swears she can see Max's pupils expand a fraction before he whispers huskily, "God, I love you." In no time, Max drags Helen off the floor and sweeps her up in his arms. She wraps her arms around his neck and locks her feet behind his legs, giggling as he runs them in the direction of the bathroom. Once inside, Max reluctantly puts Helen down so he can turn on the shower faucet.
"Take that thing off, now!" he demands, pointing to her outer layer.
Helen wastes no time slipping out from her overalls, then pounces toward Max, only breaking the kiss to drag his shirt off. They take turns removing the rest of each other's clothes, stopping every few moments to place kisses on the newly revealed skin, leaving the feeling of fire in their wake.
The shower has become a safe haven for them, a private place where they can come together without having to worry about being too loud for a certain pair of little ears in that tiny New York apartment. This shower will likely be no different.
Max has Helen pinned against the shower wall, mapping out a trail of kisses down her body, starting at her mouth and ending between her legs. Looking for something steady to hold onto, one of Helen's hands grips Max's hair as the other goes to her mouth to stifle her moans.
Max looks up at her from below, giving her a brief respite. "You don't need to hold back. Let go, I've got you." Max returns his mouth to Helen's center as his hands hold firmly to her waist, keeping her steady as she begins to tremble.
Once Helen can breathe again, she urges Max to stand up. "Your turn," she says with a smirk. Taking his half-hardened length in her hands, she begins to massage it, getting stifled grunts from above. Helen presses a kiss to the tip, then swipes her tongue from top to bottom.
Max's eyes roll into the back of his head which leans against the shower wall. It's almost too much for him to handle. "God, Helen! Get up here! I need to be inside you!"
Helen obliges, and Max guides himself into her. He scoops her up, hands under her ass, and starts rocking into her against the wall. As the warm water cascades over them, so do feelings of happiness, pleasure, and exhilaration.
Helen feels so full of Max, so full of love in this very moment. She can't believe he's actually here with her, that he gave up New Amsterdam for her, something that, only two years ago, had proven to be impossible. Now here they are, about to embark on the journey of a shared life together.
"Oh, god, Max! I'm about to-" Helen's voice gets stuck in her throat, replaced by quiet gasps. The second wave of pleasure hits out of nowhere. Max slows down his thrusts as she clings onto him for dear life until the shaking stops. Whether it's tears of pleasure or shower water leaking down her face, Helen doesn't know. "Oh, that felt so bloody good!"
Once he's satisfied that Helen's been properly pleasured, Max picks up the pace of his thrusts as he buries his face in her neck. His movements become jerky, and Helen places her hands on either side of his face, guiding their foreheads together. "Let go, Max. Fill me up."
That's all it takes. Max spills into Helen as he buries himself into her as far as he can go.
"Look at me," Helen's soft voice cuts through the fog.
Max pries open his eyes and finds Helen's as he still twitches inside her. Her gaze makes him feel warm, safe, strong. She feels like home. After Georgia died, he didn't know if he'd ever be this happy again. He didn't even think he deserved it since he had feelings for Helen, probably even loved her, while Georgia was still alive. He's still not sure if he deserves Helen, but damn, he sure tries his hardest.
"I love you," she says, eyes flooded with vulnerability and tenderness.
Max nuzzles his forehead against Helen's and tightens his grip around her waist as he slips out of her. "I love you too."
Helen drapes her arms around Max's neck and gives him a soft, passionate kiss, excitement for their life ahead overwhelming her. "Now we'd best get out of here before our paint rollers dry out," she can't help but mention.
Max lets out a soft chuckle. "Way to ruin the moment!"