Leelee and Seventeen stumbled into her bedroom of the warehouse, laughing loudly. Seventeen's shirt was plastered to his chest with sticky beer and Leelee's hair was matted to the side of her face.

"I need a shower," she giggled, pulling off her boots and coat.

"Me first," Seventeen stated, sliding his shirt off.

Leelee blinked at him; the sight of his chiseled abs, his strong chest… her knees suddenly felt weak in a way that had nothing to do with booze. She bit her lip and said softly, "We could shower together."

He shot her a devilish grin and answered, "Sounds like a good time to me."

They couldn't get undressed quickly enough. She tore her jeans from her legs, dropping the dirty clothes on the floor, struggling to unsnap her bra due to the good buzz she had in her brain. Seventeen had yanked his own jeans down, but had forgotten to remove his boots first and fell. Half-naked and tipsy, they both collapsed into a fit of laughter that left their sides hurting and eyes watering.

Leelee finally removed the last piece of clothing she wore and knelt at Seventeen's feet to pull his shoes off. She slid his jeans from his ankles and crawled up his body, pinning him beneath her and captured his mouth with her own. She slowly probed his mouth with her tongue as he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer. She broke away to lick her way down his chest, but stopped once she got there. "You taste like stale beer."

He laughed, "You probably do, too."

"To the shower?" she asked as she sat up, still straddling his hips.

Seventeen raised one arm above his head and shouted, "To the shower!"

Giggling, Leelee hurried into the bathroom and quickly turned on the hot water to the large, glass-framed steam shower. She stepped inside and snapped the door behind her, letting the hot water cascade over her head and shoulders, rinsing away the alcohol.

Seventeen got to his feet and shook his head, trying to clear some of the buzz. He finished undressing and walked into the bathroom. Though the glass was foggy, he could still see Leelee. He watched as the tiny rivers of water flowed over her full breasts, down her flat stomach, and over the V between her hips. Something about the breath-taking sight of her naked form sobered him. His first impulse was to jump in the shower and take her right there, but he hesitated. He watched as she lathered her hair and grabbed her loofah, the thick streams of bubbles trailing over her soft curves, the bright white suds contrasting with her beautifully dark skin.

Every second that passed seemed like an eternity as he looked at her. He felt a tightening in his body, a growing desire for her and he gripped himself tightly, slowing stroking as he watched her run her hands over her body. Her hands ran up her stomach and over her breasts, the soap foaming between them and he stroked himself faster, feeling a heat building within him. A small moan escaped his lips and Leelee jumped. She slid a hand across the glass, wiping away the steam, and watched as he pleasured himself, his head tipped back and his eyes closed.

A fire ripped through her body at the sight of him, of his hard length in his hand, of the slightly strained expression on his face. She cracked the door to the shower and said, "Why don't you let me do that?"

Still holding his shaft, he smiled and answered, "I thought you'd never ask." He stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her lips with his, his body pressing against hers as the water ran over both of them.

Leelee broke the kiss and began to run the soapy bath sponge over Seventeen's chest, admiring the way the soap ran down his body, much the way he had admired her. He locked his fingers behind his head, tipping it back to let the hot water run through his hair as she ran her hands over him. She curled her sudsy fingers around him and began to stroke, making him moan.

"Oh, god, Leelee," he hissed as she gripped him tighter, the soap and hot water making her stroke slick and fast. He reached for the space between her thighs and smiled when she gasped at his feather-light touch. "More?" he asked.

She nodded as she leaned her head back, squeezing him even harder.

He slid a single finger between her legs, enjoying the feel of her trembling in anticipation. Slowly, back and forth he moved his finger until he found the warm wetness of her body. She inhaled sharply as he flicked his finger back and forth, teasing her, making her ache inside.

He was tormenting her and she knew it was on purpose. She quickened her stroke with one hand and reached down to cup him with the other, gently stroking the soft flesh. He retaliated by plunging two fingers deep within her and she cried out in pleasure. It was becoming too much for him then. The touch of both of her hands on him, the slick warmth of her on his fingers…

"I need you now," he groaned.

She withdrew her hands and he pinned her against the shower wall, lifting her up and sliding her back down smoothly over his swollen shaft. Leelee wrapped her legs around his hips as he ground himself into her, filling her, pressing deeper and deeper within her. She gasped and clutched at his back, the hot water streaming over their bodies as they slid against one another.

Seventeen couldn't recall a time when he had been this hard. Her fiery sheath only made the feeling more intense as he drove into her over and over. He loved every sensation of it – the smell of her body wash mixed with her scent, the taste of her skin, the feel of her body clutching at his, the sound of their bodies smacking together with the sheer force of his thrusts – it overwhelmed him and he was consumed by nothing but the thought of bringing her over the edge of ecstasy.

Leelee moaned deep in her throat in a way that startled Seventeen. "Am I hurting you?"

"It hurts soooooo good," she groaned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tighter to her. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Seventeen quickened his thrusts, bringing his body into hers as hard as he could, both of them crying out as their bodies met repeatedly, every movement pure pleasure. He felt her stiffening in his arms, her wet, hot body tightening over him as she made muffled sounds into the crook of his neck. She shuddered violently for a few moments, then relaxed. He took that as his cue to finish himself. His breathing rapid, Seventeen thrust himself into her as hard and fast as he could, the wetness from her body sliding down his, making him more desperate to fill her with his own. "Come for me, baby," she whispered in his ear.

He felt it then, that burning deep within his groin, the edge of bliss so close. "I'm close," he told her. He cried out, "Oh, fuck!" as he finished, slowing his movements then and finally stopping to catch his breath, leaning his forehead against her chest as he trembled.

"Wow," Leelee breathed, holding him close, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

"Uh-huh," Seventeen agreed, still struggling to catch his breath.

Leelee sighed as he withdrew his body from hers, her feet meeting the tile floor of the shower again, her legs barely able to support her own weight. "I'm so tired," she mumbled as she turned to the hot water again.

"Let's go to bed, then," Seventeen said, reaching over and shutting the shower off. They stepped out, grabbing towels and dried themselves as they returned to the bedroom.

Seventeen yanked back the covers and flopped on the bed, tossing the towel on the floor.

"Pajamas?" Leelee asked.

"Fuck pajamas," he answered, rolling over and pulling the blankets over himself.

"But it's cold," she protested.

"Then come snuggle up with me and we'll be warm."

Too tired to argue, Leelee crawled into bed next to him and curled up beside him, falling almost instantly into a deep, peaceful sleep.