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Previously: “Come on, get up.” She helped him to his feet, and reached around to shut the trunk of the car behind him. She carefully led him into the house, grabbing her purse and shutting the garage door as they walked by. She walked him into the bathroom, and raised an eyebrow, looking at him one last time before raising the pillow case and pulling it off his head. He blinked at the sudden light as she pursed her lips and shrugged. “That’s it, end of the list. What now?”
His eyes slipped closed and he leaned against her, exhaling heavily. “I think I’d like to take a shower.”
She carefully kissed his temple, and nodded. “Sounds reasonable.” She fished her keys out of her purse and walked around him to undo his handcuffs. One bracelet popped open, then the other, and he brought his arms around to rub his wrists. She gave his nudity an appreciative leer, taking in the bruises and abrasions, the words written on his chest, the dried saliva and stains on his body, and raised an eyebrow. “You want some company?”
He grinned back and nodded. “Sure.”
They trudged towards the shower, and she shed her clothes while he adjusted the water. Steam started to fill the room as she followed him into the shower, and they stood under the water for a few minutes, letting the warmth fill their bodies.
His shoulders slumped, and she idly ran a wash cloth over his arms, then his back. “You going to give bad advice over the internet anymore?”
He winced as she scrubbed at a bruised shoulder, and shrugged. “Not for a couple of days, at least.”
She snorted a brief laugh and kept scrubbing, then handed him the washcloth and turned around. “I’m pretty proud of you for not safe-wording. That got intense in a couple of spots.”
He started rubbing her back, then frowned and paused. “I could have safe worded? Fuck. I never thought of that.”
She started to ask if he was joking, then just smiled and closed her eyes. She leaned back against his hands and purred, deciding it didn’t really matter. He’d say or do something again, and she’d have another reason.
Not that she really needed it.
Author’s note: So that’s pretty much it. What do people prefer, longer stories with continuity, short stories, something else? Any thoughts or comments welcome.
Preview: “Well, that wasn’t what I was expecting.”
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