Contributed by: demonic-meister arcangelus

Getting more and more heated (for all the wrong reasons) she got up, blew out the candles, turned off the speakers, and fumed into the bathroom connected to their room.
Alto just stood there, dumbfounded. He didn't even get a chance to take out his weapon. He sat down exasperatedly onto the silky bed.
Guilty, yet indignant at the same time, he thought of what he could do.
As the steady drone of the showers turned on, he started to kick off his shoes and undo his tie.

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Sheryl turned the shower up to maximum heat and power.
"Stupid, stupid, Alto," she repeated again and again. She had her hopes up too much, her fantasies took the better of her; all this she knew, but failed to admit.
The lashes of the water provided good subconscious punishment.
The fairy moped and moped, thinking of how to punish Alto later. She couldn't deny him food, that guy can cook. She couldn't deny his sex, she wanted it too. She couldn't deny him clothing, that guy never changes out of his uniform anyways.
She squirmed in frustration and began stomping her feet at the water droplets….until two strong arms came from behind and held her.

"AAAAAAH!"

"Alto! What the hell?!" she tried to wriggle her way out of his slick grasp.
"Stop moving!" he insisted, grabbing her closer to him.
She stilled and leaned her back against his chest, "We've been together six months, you know.....I loved every second of it." She looked up to his eyes, his chin rested on her forehead. "Most celebrities don't last even six weeks."

Alto turned the water down a bit, "but you're not like most celebrities....and I actually love you."
He rarely says "I love you." (out loud anyways)

They stood there like this for almost eternity, bathing in each other's presence. Slowly, he placed his hand on her breasts, his thumb and forefinger playing with her hard nipple.
Sheryl gave out a low moan.
Alto can be the more seductive one when he tried.
He smiled in amusement and buried his head between her shoulder and neck, continuing his teasing. Ever so slowly, he moved his other hand down. Pleased to find her clitoris sticking out, he stroked it with some pressure.

"Aah..ahhh" Sheryl found her legs growing weaker and weaker.

"God, you're wetter than the water."

He leaned her against one of the walls, and faced himself to her.

The cold tiles supporting Sheryl's body did nothing to cool her down.
Ignoring his own painful hardness, he slid down the length of her body, kneeling down to lick her core.
He drank down the water and her slickness. Sheryl's legs finally gave way, and she slid down to join him.

Her heart nearly broke when she saw the longing in his eyes. Gently reaching back, she untied his hair and ran her fingers through the drenched, blue mane.

He sat down on the floor; she straddled him.
Alto gazed in awe at the pale, wet goddess in front of him, lips swollen, droplets dripping of the tips of her breasts…

She closed the distance between them; they dove into a passionate kiss. His hand wandered everywhere. In a sudden move of urgency, he dipped his hardness into her.
They rocked back and forth, faster and faster. Upon each thrust, they were taken to greater heights.
Each time they made love, alto was still amazed that such pleasure existed. Unable to hold it any longer, his orgasm came in a crash. Sheryl followed, collapsing on top of him, trying to catch her breath. She shivered as his seed spilled into her....

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With an exhausted arm, Alto turned off the showers.

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"....why strawberry?" he broke the long silence. They've been in this position for quite some time.

"You liked strawberry ice-cream" she mumbled lazily into his neck.

"It doesn't match with ocean breeze and vanilla" he commented again, "smells like crap with all those smells mixed together."

"Why don't you be the one to treat me to good sex next time, expert perfumer."

"Didn't I just?" he said indignantly, too tired to shout like he would have done.

Sheryl didn't say anything.

"I heard that there are Pocky flavored condoms." he tried again.

"Gee thanks, Alto, I'd never be able to look at a Pocky stick the same way again."

"Thanks to you, I'd never be able to look at crap the same way again." he rebutted.

"Shut up."

He kissed her eyelids. "Don't be so mean, I'm just playing."

"Hey, let's go back to bed, I'm getting cold."