~!~ cherry chan ~!~ (seresa) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2017-01-24 18:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2020 [01] january, cherry chan, marina scherbatskaya, max mendelson |
Who: Cherry Chan, Max Mendelson, and Marina Scherbatskaya
Where: The Scherbatsky home
When: January 8, exact time TBD
What: An awkward encounter sets Max on the path towards ~independence~
Sliding soapy hands up and over Cherry’s back, Max pressed a kiss at the sensitive dip where her neck met her shoulder. Even from his position behind her, he could see water droplets on her long, dark eyelashes when she inclined her head toward him and leaned into his touch. The suds were nearly gone but that didn’t stop Max from continuing his comprehensive exploration of Cherry’s warm, supple skin under the hot spray. The shower thing had actually been his idea. Max was all-too aware that he was not the most experienced lover of all time but what he lacked in hands-on knowledge he made up for in enthusiasm, attentiveness, and creativity. Even though he was still a relative novice when it came to the whole sex thing, he’d made some great strides in the few months under Cherry’s patient, adventurous tutelage; he took to instruction well, paid attention to what she liked, and tried to inject some spontaneity into their sexy times whenever he was able. So when he realised that they’d have the Scherbatsky house all to themselves for a few hours, Max took the initiative to try something new. Since they both lived with other people, alone time for the couple was often at a premium so there was absolutely no way Max was going to let this enjoyable, educational opportunity slip through his fingers. “You know, I thought when we finally got access to hot water, that was the pinnacle of what a shower could be,” Max said as he lightly kneaded the muscles of Cherry’s back. Unable to keep from exploring, Max’s hands migrated to Cherry’s front, stroking the soft skin of her flat tummy before softly cupping her breast. “Yeah, I was so wrong.” Max started to chuckle until Cherry shifted, rubbing against him in a way that turned his laugh into a groan. Everything about Cherry was so soft and smooth whereas Max was anything but. His initial exploration had been tentative but the longer the shower went on, Max’s reverent worship of Cherry’s body became increasingly frenzied and the two of them continued to get even more worked up. Then there was a knock on the door -- one that was probably loud enough in actuality, but it sounded faint to Cherry's distracted ears -- before it was followed by the sound of someone bursting into the bathroom. Her hands were all greasy from working on her bike and the last thing she wanted to do was track this grime all the way into house and up to her and Vic’s bedroom. Sasha and Max were dirty boys, so it wasn’t like her washing up in their bathroom would be that big of a deal. Despite the shower running -- and based on the time of day she knew that Sasha would likely still be at the tattoo shop with Noa so it was Max inside -- she still went ahead and began soaping her hands up to wash off the grease. Cherry's eyes were wide as she shot Max a beseeching look, which Max returned with a deer-in-headlights expression of his own. Even though she and Marina had started out on equal footing when they'd both been Dog Park bitches, once Cherry had started dating Max, it was hard to not see Marina as a sort of pseudo-parental figure, too. It didn't even matter that she and Marina were the exact same age, which was completely weird to think about if she examined the fact too closely; right now, all Cherry wanted was to avoid getting in trouble. "Am I supposed to not be here?" she whispered to Max, as quietly as she could; some of the words were hardly audible, she hoped, especially with the noise from the still-on shower. “No, it’s fine,” Max whispered back hastily, rubbing his hands over Cherry’s shoulders in a soothing manner, even though he was quietly freaking out. “It’s the bathroom Sasha and I share but we all kind of use whatever is available. I didn’t think...I thought everyone was going to be out of the house. Maybe I can get her to leave?” He placed a reassuring kiss to Cherry’s cheek before he cleared his throat and raised his voice so Marina could hear. “Uh, ocupado?” Max said tentatively, raising his voice an octave for Marina to hear. He knew that saying it didn’t mean much in this house; with four grown adults living in the same house, bathroom time was sometimes hard to come by so everyone (including himself) tended to mosey in when someone was in the shower to brush their teeth, wash their face in the sink, or run a brush through their hair. So while he wouldn’t exactly blame Marina for coming in, he was definitely itching to get her to leave. “Could I get five…” Max’s voice trailed off, momentarily distracted by the slippery smoothness of Cherry’s skin under his fingertips. Despite how nervous he was knowing Marina was just beyond the curtain, he ran an appreciative hand over his girlfriend’s shapely posterior. “Twenty...no thirty. I need at least thirty minutes of uninterrupted shower time. Please,” he tacked on belatedly, his voice taking on a slightly desperate cadence. Marina paused her hand washing and looked over at the curtain, brow raising in confusion even though she couldn’t see Max and he couldn’t see her. “Don’t you think 30 minutes is a bit of a stretch? I mean, your cherry is barely popped and that kind of stamina takes time to acquire,” she teased. Max’s eyes went wide. So maybe he and Cherry hadn’t been quite as stealthy as he thought. He placed a conciliatory kiss to Cherry’s lips behind the safety of the curtain and with much, much reluctance, tore his gaze from her beautiful body to part the curtain only far enough to stick his head out. “Marina. Hi. Hello. How are you.” Max said, clearly embarrassed. Water droplets dripped from his hair and onto the bathroom floor as Max stared at Marina, trying to come up with words to get her to vacate the premises. It was beyond difficult; so much of the blood Max needed to translate his crazy, mortified thoughts into coherent words was too busy being circulated to places besides his brain. “We were...I mean, I was gonna...and the water pressure in here is just...then there was the soap...you know, the lavender kind I like, and I....” Max cast a panicked, sidelong glance to Cherry inside the shower and she shook her head in response, inadvertently making noise as her hair swung back and forth under the spray of the water. He was clearly floundering at trying to remove Marina from the equation. The fact that Max was still very clearly on board with the whole showertime rendezvous thing in the most obvious way made him feel even more awkward. Max mentally thanked his past self for picking out an opaque shower curtain when they moved in. “We? Is there someone in there with you?” Not only was Max’s slip up reason for Marina to believe this. There were weird noises coming from in there, and unless Max’s pubic hair had grown to epic lengths, she wasn’t quite sure what else could be swishing around in the shower like that. Not waiting for an answer, Marina abandoned the sink and with still slightly soapy hands suddenly pulled back the shower curtain, a mixture of a shout and a laugh escaping as she revealed the shower’s occupants. "Hello!" Cherry exclaimed, stepping forward as best as she could to hide Max from view. Max, too shocked to react quickly, managed to shout out a strangled, “Gah!” before throwing an arm over Cherry’s breasts and a hand over her lady business from behind but not before Marina had seen everything on the pair of them. "Marina! You are…Do you always open the shower curtain on people in your house?" She was flustered as hell, but Marina had already seen her naked before and somehow, Cherry had a hunch that Max was going to be much more embarrassed than she herself already was. "Because that is… A boundary issue, I have to tell you." “I’m so...this is...I mean,” Max spluttered helplessly. Max, shielded from view by Cherry, poked his head out from the space above his girlfriend’s shoulders to stare, wide-eyed, at Marina. He’d barely made peace with one</b> woman seeing his body naked and now this? This was the stuff of nightmares. Max wanted to pinch his arm to see if he was dreaming but considering the delicate placement of his hands on Cherry’s nude form, thought better of it. “Dude,” he finally managed to utter, his face aflame with embarrassment. Cherry reached for the curtain and wrapped it around herself, hoping Max was staying out of sight. "How… How are you, Marina? This is very very weird." Marina laughed and turned back to the sink she’d left running in her haste to expose the shower’s second guest. Rinsing her hands under the water one final time before finally turning it off, she said, “Yeah, well, since Max missed out on being walked in on by his mom when he was younger, we’re just catching up on those missed moments. And now that I’ve seen… all that… I think I’ll go.” As she pulled the bathroom door closed, Marina snorted and added, “You two have fun.” "Thanks," Cherry said with a frown, closing the shower curtain in an attempt to not get the rest of the bathroom wet, but it was much too late for that -- and there was no saving the mood she and Max had been in just a couple of minutes ago, either. She sighed, turning to face him once she was sure they were completely alone in the bathroom again. Cherry didn't want to overstep, but she also couldn't help but think that Max's arrangement with the Scherbatskys had likely gone a little too long. After all, Max was a grown man, and older than Marina to boot. "It might be time to start thinking about striking out on your own, honey," she told him, reaching one hand out to his face in an attempt to ease away his embarrassment. Max leaned into his girlfriend’s touch and placed his hand over hers. Even though the the mood was effectively ruined, the closeness felt comforting nonetheless. It wasn’t just the excruciating embarrassment they’d endured that made Max feel awkward. Once the words had left Cherry’s mouth, it became all too obvious that he was a 31 year old man effectively living with his parents. Little annoyances that he hadn’t realized bothered him started piling up in his mind and, all at once, everything seemed perfectly clear. Sad, scary, depressing, but 100% crystal. “I think you’re right, my darling girl,” Max sighed, pressing a soft kiss to the heel of her hand before pulling her into a hug. “I think it’s time.” |