"Silence Is Golden"
She smiled as the water cascaded over her body,
washing her exterior clean while doing nothing to make what was inside any less
dirty.
She liked dirty now.
She didn’t turn when she heard him enter the
bathroom, nor when he joined her in the cubicle. He took the soap from her
hands and began to lather her back, kissing her neck as his hands moved around
in front of her.
Light kisses peppered her spine as he sank slowly
to his knees and washed her legs, his thumb gently touching her most sensitive
area as he ran his hands up and down the inside of each of her legs in turn.
She turned to face him, stroking his head as he
worked. He paid no attention to her, other than to the task in hand. The
morrow’s departure pushed its way to the front of her mind and she felt a pang
of panic at the thought of the parting. She craned her neck back and allowed
the water to disguise the tears she feared would follow the dread.
Once sure the sorrow was securely locked away she
looked back down at him and found him to be staring up at her as he worked the
soap over her hips. He grinned, so she grinned too.
“You don’t mind me being so, erm, well, dirty
do you?”
“Ha,” His grin broadening, “be as dirty as you
want, we can always get clean again.”
“As dirty as I want?”
“Anything, sweetie,” He winked, “anything.”
Silently, she bit her lip, stroked his face and
considered that word.
Anything?
That was what he’d said, anything…
…So she did something she’d never dreamt of
doing before.
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