Warning: This program contains scenes of nudity, sexuality and adult subject matter. Viewer discretion is still advised.

The water pattered down on the shower floor with the sound of raindrops, rolling off her skin, it swirled around her toes before reaching the drain. Amy stood with her face to the stream, her eyes closed as it washed over her, filling her ears and blocking out the sounds of the house.

She had woken in his arms. A thin sliver of light fell on his face so she could see that he was still asleep; far away, breathing deeply, his lips turned up ever so slightly. Reaching up, she had brushed her fingertips lightly along his jaw and blushed to herself when – in sleep – his face turned slightly to her touch. She'd grabbed her pajama shirt and donned it quickly before answering the call of a warm shower.

A small groan escaped her mouth as she shifted her weight. She'd woken with pain; dull and stiff, as she'd never felt before in places she'd never felt before. Pulling her face from under the water she grinned to herself, her memory racing. The water cleared from her ears just in time to hear the shower door close behind her.

"Ty," Amy gasped as she felt his arms snake around her waist, drawing her against his dry and marginally colder body.

"Yeah?" He asked naturally, reaching past her and turning the hot water up slightly. The shower filled with steam.

"What're you –" She started.

"You disappeared," Ty said sheepishly, holding her tighter and Amy's mind flashed quickly back to his nightmare more than a month previous. Turning in his arms, Amy maneuvered them so Ty was under the stream of hot water and she had her back against the tiled wall. Reaching for her favourite guarana and ginger shampoo, she started slowly massaging it into a lather in Ty's thick dark hair.

"What exactly are you doing up so early?" He asked, his hands traveling to her hips.

"What time is it?" Amy realized that she hadn't actually looked at the clock before leaving.

"Amy, it's just after 2am," Ty grinned at the shocked expression that took over Amy's face.

"Wow." Amy thought for a moment but decided that she didn't feel like she'd only slept for two hours. Forming Ty's hair into a crude mohawk, Amy clarified her thoughts. "I don't feel tired."

"Me neither," Ty answered, still smiling. He moved back under the water, closing his eyes as the bubbles ran over his face. Amy joined him and reaching up, ran her fingers though his hair, coaxing out the last of the suds.

Light fingers tickled up her backbone and Amy blinked up through the water to see that Ty wore what was now, to Amy, a familiar expression. With a sudden surge of adrenaline and lust, she reached up to press her lips to his, their tongues danced as Amy wrapped both her arms up and around his neck, pressing her body against his. He answered immediately by pushing her back against the cool tiles.

"Amy," Ty groaned, pulling back from her lips to reach up and detach her nails from his shoulder. He held her one hand captive against the wall in his own, while his other hand ventured further south. Amy gasped when his fingers – almost hesitantly – found what they'd sought. She saw Ty watching her anxiously as his fingers worked slowly over uncharted territory for only a second before she closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat again as she shivered in pure ecstasy. She felt his lips on her jaw.

"Amy," Ty called, his voice very close to her. Biting her lower lip, she opened her eyes just before Ty crushed his lips against hers'. Amy gasped against Ty's mouth as a small surge of pleasure – barely comparable to the one she had previously experienced – washed over her, causing her legs to become instantly weak. Ty caught her, lifting her slightly and – without warning – drove the entire length of him into her.

"Ty," She hissed. It registered vaguely in her brain that rather than the pain she'd felt last time, only waves of pleasure now coursed though her.

Wrapping her legs around Ty's waist, Amy held tightly to his shoulders, seeking his mouth once again while he pushed deeply into her, forcing her legs apart wider to accommodate.

With both his hands now braced against the wall on either side of her head, Amy was left to cling to Ty, though she scarcely needed to as he thrust into her quickly, keeping her pinned to the tiles. Her urgency was mirrored in his movements and she moved her hips as much as she was able, moaning as her assent was marked by high points of pleasure. Leaving her mouth, Ty ran his lips down her neck, across her collarbone and over her shoulders.

A tingling trail of electricity followed Ty's lips and together with the building pleasure of their coupling and the water that was streaming around them caused Amy bit down on Ty's shoulder, tasting the salt of his sweat mingling with the remnants of shampoo as her climax began to consume her. The sting of her bite was apparently enough for Ty. She felt his lips brake contact with her neck as he gasped next to her ear and rode the waves of passion with her.

He stilled, allowing Amy to catch her breath. She realized that it was coming in quick gasps, the same pace as Ty's, though her own was interrupted by an occasional whimper. As his breathing resumed a regular rhythm, Ty withdrew and held Amy securely in his arms, the shower pounding on his back while she still struggled to regulate her breathing, her hands griping his upper arms tightly.

"Amy," He asked uncertainly after some full minutes. "Are you okay?"

"That – that was…" She paused, pulling back from his chest, struggling to clear her head, to find the words that were slipping away. She met his gaze and her attempts were suddenly in vain as her brain all but shut down under his warm green eyes. Reaching up, she threw herself into a passionate kiss that Ty responded to zealously. When she had to breathe again, Amy kept her hands clasped behind his neck so Ty was forced to bend his neck forward and their foreheads remained pressed together. "I don't know what I'm going to do when you're gone," Amy confessed, her voice sounding smaller than she'd intended.

"I swear I'll be back as soon as I can," Ty vowed, his voice dripping with conviction. One of his hands moved in circles over her back and Amy realized that a bar of soap was in his hand, trailing a soft film of soap over her skin. Keeping her mouth closed, she let him wash her. She did not take her hands or her eyes off him.

Here's just a quick little chapter so you know I'm not done writing this fic. I started my summer job and I have WAY less time to type than I thought. Things are starting to get a bit of a schedule now so maybe I'll be getting more time…. We'll have to wait and see.

Quick little thanks to "king40" and "i.hate.jake" for adding my story to their alert lists, also thanks to "griffindor-girl12" (glad you liked the oils bit, it wasn't really the orginal intention… but who could resist?!), "ffgirlmoonie", "Robin and Marian 4ever" (this is all from Amy's P.O.V… does that answer your question?), "Pixy Black", "Alf08" (You jinxed it!! Lol, 2 weeks… as if!!), "Madusa and The 'Wizard'" (I FINALLY updated again…. I'll try to be quicker next time!!) and "Kittygurl00-HorseMystique".

Keep your eyes open!

-MM