Fatima opened the front door and slipped inside. She had just gotten home from an exhausting training session, and she wanted nothing more than a shower and a nap. She quickly locked the door, set her bag down, and walked to the bathroom. She turned the water to a warm temperature, then wandered to the bedroom. She noticed her boyfriend sleeping soundly in the bed, and she smiled. She opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of shorts and her boyfriend's hoodie. She smiled and walked back to the bathroom. She set the clothes on the toilet lid, then pulled her clothes off. She stepped into the shower and moaned as the warm water hit her. She heard the door open, but she wasn't alarmed. Devin had joined her in the shower when she'd gotten home late too many times to count. Devin opened the curtain and stepped in.
"Hi, beautiful," he whispered. Fatima smiled and put her hands on his chest.
"Hi," she replied sweetly.
"How was your day?" he asked softly.
"Fine. My instructor is an ass," she replied.
"How so?" he asked, putting his hands on her hips. Fatima shrugged.
"Um, he was just kind of a creep," she whispered. Devin nervously pulled her closer.
"Did he...Did he hurt you?" he asked.
"No, not exactly. When I went to turn in my paper, he, um, he was fixing himself at his desk. I know it's normal, but it just gave me the ick, I guess?" she said, leaning her head against the wall as Devin massaged soap into her back.
"Was that it, baby?" he asked softly. "Look, it is normal, but if it made you uncomfortable, it's absolutely not okay," he said gently.
"N-no, um, he looked up at me and he asked if I wanted to 'have a feel' in his words," she whispered. Her hands were shaking and she was near tears.
"Baby," he murmured. He pulled her closer and kissed the back of her head. "I am so sorry, sweetie. Do you want me to talk to him?" he asked.
"No, I'm, um, I'm not done," she whispered.
"Okay, baby," he whispered.
"Um, we were going to the locker room to change for the physical test, and he handed out these tiny shorts, said they were mandatory, even for me," she whispered. Devin was pissed. Nobody was going to tell his girl what she was or wasn't allowed to wear, ever.
"Did you wear them?" he asked nervously.
"Um, I wore them over my leggings. He never said couldn't," she replied sweetly.
"That's my girl," he said happily. Fatima blushed a little.
"Um, when we were running the mile, he kept putting his hands on me and telling me to correct my form. I told him to quit putting his hands on me, but he wouldn't. My form was fine, too," she whispered. Devin was thoroughly pissed now. "He was checking me out the whole time and when we were doing squats he kept staring at me,"
"Oh, baby, sweetheart, come here," he whispered. Fatima nestled herself in his arms and closed her eyes. She began to sob into his chest. Devin caressed her back. "Do you want me to wash your hair?" he asked gently. Fatima nodded a little and turned around for him. He took a bit of shampoo and gently started washing her hair. "I'm so, so sorry sweetie," he whispered as he ran his fingers through her dark curls.
A bit later, they were snuggled into each other. Fatima rested her head on his chest and let him caress her back. "Please don't tell anyone," Fatima whispered.
"Sorry, baby girl, but we need to at least tell Kilbride and Hetty. Okay?" he whispered.
"Fine. Let me, then. Don't go behind my back and do it," she whispered.
"Okay, fine. Let's go to sleep now, okay? It's super late," he whispered. They snuggled up together and closed their eyes.
"I love you so much," Fatima whispered.
"I love you too, baby girl. Go to sleep now, okay? You're safe here, and we will make sure that that son of a bitch never sees the light of day again," he whispered. Fatima laughed and hugged him.
"Night," she mumbled, burying her face in his chest.
"Good night, princess," he whispered.