nspired by the fanart from birdlovesafish. This is for you. :) She drew the art where Crane was behind Abbie, kissing her shoulder. I kind of tweaked the setting of your drawing. I hope that's okay and that you like it. Let me know. :)

"Wash my hair again?" Abbie said over her ice cream.

"Of course. I'll retrieve your shampoo and conditioner."

"In the shower."

"I'll fetch them immediately." He stood.

"That's not what I mean."

"Your hair products aren't in the shower?"

"They are. I meant…"

She knew she was crossing boudaries with this request, but it was what she wanted at the moment. He insisted on spoiling her. She'd make the most of it. He seemed to want her to.

"How can I help you, Leftenant?"

She glanced away from him, played with her spoon. "Can you wash my hair in the shower?"

He didn't answer; she looked at him. He shield his eyes and gathered their bowls. The he walked over to the sink. Abbie followed him. She laid her hand on his shoulder. He jumped, dropped a spoon.

"Forget I asked."

He turned around before she could walk away. He grabbed her hands. "I apologize if my actions implied that I was rejecting your request. I wasn't. I'm rather surprised is all. I respect your modesty and privacy that I couldn't possibly-"

"It's okay, Crane." She tried to pull away. He wouldn't let her.

"No, Leftenant. I would not mind in the slightest. Are you comfortable with this? I will only do so if you are."

"I trust you."

He nodded and led her upstairs.

Abbie ran the shower as she took off her clothes. She left the door open for Crane. He went to get towels and rags. She stepped in, rinsed her body and hair with warm water. Crane knocked on the door.

"It's okay, Crane."

She faced the water as he undressed. She didn't want to stare at him when he got in. His comfort was important to her. The shower curtain opened.

"Leftenant, you may turn around."

She bit her lip. Should she? This was new for the both of them, competely out of their comfort zones. Was this making him uncomfortable? He touched her shoulder.

"It's alright, Abbie."

Her eyes remained on his face when she turned around. Did this make him feel uneasy?

"Thank you for doing this," she said.

She made room, so he could wet himself.

"It is I would should thank you."

"You okay with this?"

He smiled at her. "I am. You?"

She nodded. "Are you ready to wash my hair?"

He grabbed her shampoo. "Whenever you are ready to proceed."

Once she turned from him, his hands went through her hair. She closed her eyes, breathed her shampoo and leaned her head into his hands. When he was done, she slightly tilted her head under the spout to rinse, kept her eyes shut. She was still afraid of violating his privacy, even though she did want to see his body.

Crane couldn't rip his eyes away from Abbie's face, her breasts, her stomach, her vagina, where he wanted to house himself, her thighs, her feet. He swallowed. Oh, how he urged to touch her, to kiss and make her moan. He simply desired to make love to her in the shower.

When she finished rinsing, her back was to him again, her eyes open. He shampooed a second time, and she closed her eyes when she rinsed.

He wanted to observe her body again, but he focused on his feet instead. He should respect her. It irked him that she didn't acknowledge him. He didn't want her to shy away from him for his sake.

She turned her back to him one last time, so he could condition her hair. She played with the water, spreading and unspreading her fingers. What was he thinking? She thought about kissing the scar on his chest, running her fingers down his wet chest and across his shoulder blades. What did the water taste like on his skin? Would she find out? She stopped thinking about it and focused on his fingers washing her curls. They were so gentle that she couldn't help but wonder how they'd feel elsewhere. She played with the water again. She stayed where she was to let the conditioner sit in her hair.

Crane's fingers ran down her back. He pushed her hair to one side and sunk his lips into her skin. Her breath hide in her throat.

"Please look at me, Abbie."

She did this time. Everywhere. His face and scar, the hair on his chest and stomach, his penis that she wanted to lock herself against, his thighs and feet.

His thumb skimmed her cheek, her lips. Neither of them broke eyes. She wanted him to kiss her, but she needed him to make the first move. He had to be comfortable enough to do it.

He removed his hand. She had to initiate their kiss. He wouldn't do it, unless she hinted at it.

"Everything about you is beautiful, Abbie: your curly hair, your face, your body. Your entire being hinders my breath."

She stepped closer to him. "Kiss me."

He leaned in to her. Her lips were moist, tasted a little like her strawberry ice cream. She moaned when their tongues flitted against each other's. Her hands touched his chest while his gently clinched her butt, bringing her closer toward him. Her arms wrapped around his neck. They stopped kissing.

"I've been wanting to touch you and more this entire time," he said.

She nodded.

"Are you sure I have your consent?" he said.

"Entirely. What about you?"

"It's more than welcome, Leftenant."

She kissed him once more before her lips found his scar and her hands squeezed his penis. He moaned while his fingers massaged the inside of her vagina. She mumbled his name. They moved their fingers at the same pace: slow. Abbie sucked drops off his neck.

"The water," she said.

He kissed her neck, pushed his fingers further. She gasped. "Going to get cold soon."

She squeezed him harder. "Yeah."

He kissed her lips. "We must stop."

She sighed against his chest. They removed their hands at the same time. Abbie grabbed their rags and soap. They quickly bathed each other and Abbie rinsed her hair. She turned the shower off. They both stepped out and dried the off. Crane carried her out the bathroom to her bed. He laid her down, kissed her hair.

"I must wash your hair in the shower again." He slipped his penis into her.

She grunted, nipped his shoulder, and wrapped her legs tighter around his waist. "Yes."