A/N: Smut ahoy! Sorry for this... Thanks for those who commented re:happy ending. I will endeavour to steer them towards this but there will be inevitable angst in between so be prepared! This is short but good, I hope ;)
Sex in the shower always presented as the hottest idea ever but was notoriously bad in practice. Zosia had only tried it once with a previous boyfriend and found it incredibly unsexy that she had to frequently stop for lack of anything to hold on to and even more so when delays led to the water running cold leaving her shivering, damp and unsatisfied.
All her qualms instantly disappeared the moment Jac slipped out of her robe and stood in all her naked glory in the middle of the bathroom to help Zosia out of her clothes. Jac was petite yet statuesque, her frame looked like carved and polished marble, Zosia's mouth went dry at the sight of her. She'd never before been nervous of her nude body but suddenly under Jac's impeccable eye she felt self-conscious. Zosia was sure she looked positively grotesque in comparison but she noted the dark flicker in Jac's eyes as she unashamedly drank her in.
Jac suddenly pulled her roughly under the stream of warm water. "You need to wash your face, you look ridiculous." She smirked cupping Zosia's cheeks and rubbing at the smudged makeup under her eyes with her thumbs. Zosia smiled too in disbelief at the circumstances she found herself in. She ducked her head under the warm spray and daringly kissed her like she'd wanted to do since she saw her in the bar last night. Jac instantly reciprocated, dropping the hands that held Zosia's face and wrapping her arms around her neck. Boldly Zosia held her hips and pulled their bodies flush together, skin against skin and broke the kiss to gasp at the intensity of the feeling.
A million thoughts and feelings swam around Zosia's head, a million things she desperately wanted to ask Jac. Zosia had never felt the need to explain or understand her emotions or intimate actions outside of her serious long-term relationships before. She was the type to regard casual sex as impersonal and functional. But something here was different. As Jac backed Zosia up against the shower wall and pressed hot kisses down the column of her neck with her thigh forced between Zosia's parted legs, she felt more than raw carnal pleasure, she felt happy. Her head spun, every touch, caress or kiss from Jac made her skin prickle, tingling with the signals sent from the endorphins Zosia was sure were flooding her whole brain.
Jac's mouth took a journey down Zosia's wet body, stopping to take each of her hardened nipples into her mouth, grazing one lightly with her teeth while her hand palmed the other. She licked down across her flat stomach and stopped to kiss her sharp hip bones, her hands curving around the back of Zosia's thighs to grope her backside. Jac was so close to where Zosia wanted her to be, she almost didn't notice the older woman's soft kisses to her abdomen become heavier with teeth and tongue.
"Fuck Jac, lower!" She rasped, Jac was on her knees now and looked up at Zosia with sultry eyes through her dark wet lashes before complying and pressing her lips between Zosia's thighs.
She lifted one of Zosia's long legs over her shoulder like a seasoned professional and took a long, slow lap at her centre with a flattened tongue.
Zosia reached out and gripped the shower fixture, throwing back her head with a high pitched moan. Jac's name mixed with a whole host of expletives rolled off her tongue as Jac slowly started to fuck her with her mouth.
Jac's tongue suddenly delved deep into her core, her roaming hands palmed Zosia's backside and she squeezed handfuls of it as she buried her tongue inside her folds. Zosia thrashed and moaned, if her leg hadn't been over Jac's shoulder, she'd surely have melted. This was so sexy, this was the sexiest thing ever. Nothing would ever top the feeling of Jac Nayor eating her out.
The water made Jac's hair look darker and longer, Zosia smoothed it back off her face and gripped it in her fist to hold the older woman's head in place. Jac rocked back on her heels and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her smirk fuelled with the confidence of a woman who knew she held the power. Zosia whined, clearly not done. Jac pressed light kisses to her inner thighs before taking an exploratory lick with her tongue against Zosia's clit. The shudder that shook the girl's legs gave Jac the response she needed and she more confidently took the engorged bud between her lips and hungrily sucked on it.
"Come for me Zosh." She urged, her name still tumbling over and over in increasingly higher pitch from the girl's mouth.
She continued her assault with her tongue and her fingers found Zosia's warm, wet core pumping ferociously and within a few moments the girl fell apart. Jac switched her fingers for her mouth and was flooded with the sweet taste of Zosia.
Jac rose to her feet and put her face under the spray of water. She closed her eyes and dipped her head back, reaching out for Zosia who was still braced against the tiled wall and pulling her into her arms.
"Now we're even." She whispered against Zosia's lips. She could feel the girl's heart still racing as they stood chest to chest.
A little while later, they were drying off in Jac's equally sparsely decorated bedroom. Despite their recent intimacy, Zosia still couldn't shake her body insecurity and for modesty, had her back towards Jac. Her curious eyes scanned the almost empty dressing table. She took a mental note of Jac's chosen brand of perfume and voyeuristically watched her in the reflection of the mirror as she towel dried her perfect marble skin. The light copper colour of her hair was returning as it dried. She caught her staring and raised her eyebrow in mock surprise, Zosia blushed and pouted back at their reflection.
"I thought you didn't do hickeys!" Zosia gasped suddenly catching sight of her freshly bruised hipbones in the mirror. Patches the colour of aubergine and red wine spilled across her abdomen.
Jac looked up with a smirk. "Oh please. Who else is going to see that there?" Solid point.
The more she admired them, the more she was pleased she'd been marked. Not that anyone would see it as Jac had rightly pointed out, but it thrilled Zosia to know that her feelings must be a tiny bit reciprocated.
"You're going to have to go. I have to speak at a conference next week and I have a lot still to prep." Jac said casually, dressed now in dark wash jeans and a jumper.
"Oh." Zosia was barely dressed and slightly hurt by the sudden curt behaviour. Jac was proving she definitely wasn't a fan of pillow talk.
"Anything I can help you with?"
"No offence Zosia but this is a conference for leading cardio surgeons contributing research about new techniques to reduce the risk of neurological damage associated with cardiopulmonary bypasses and well, you're an F1." Jac spoke matter of factly, her arms folded across her chest.
"I'm serious about specialising in cardiothoracic's though Jac, you know I am!"
"Yes, but you perhaps should have considered that before you dropped out of your surgical rotation."
"Are you being serious right now? Leaving Darwin, the transfer, it was a mistake! I admit that. But I am entitled to - no REQUIRED to - complete that surgical rotation."
"I'm not going to help you get back on it now. You've missed too much. You'll have to wait it out until the next rotation."
"You always make this sound so dirty. Like I'm sleeping with you for favours. It's not like that Jac."
Zosia couldn't believe that barely an hour after they'd fucked in the shower, here they were arguing again.
"If you're genuinely interested in my research I'll send you a copy." Jac added, watching the anger course through Zosia's face.
"Do you need a lift home?"
For the second time that day, Zosia hurriedly jammed her feet into her boots. "I don't need anything from you." She said angrily, leaving Jac stood bemused in the middle of her bedroom, the damp ends of her hair dripping onto her collar.
A/N: Thoughts? Much love!