Re: In Person: Sharon C/Steve R - tub things
[Sharon was finding herself more and more pleased that she had been able to find Steve at the hotel's strange idea of a party, and equally as pleased by the drink they'd shared. She still remembered the actual day vividly, obviously, but the stark reminder that had been in the drink had fanned the flames of a memory that was already in technicolor.
She had been right. Bathing with a partner was so much more efficient. The calmness of the previous moments, the warm water that surrounded the both of them, and despite the seriousness of conversation, she was mellow, and she was putty in his hands. His hands that were currently teasing her, but she didn't mind, not much. Her skin tingled where his hands traveled much too lightly, but the contact was welcome.
Her hand on his thigh was rubbing gentle circles when he spoke, her head tilting instinctively when she felt his breath against her ear.] Well, you know what they say, Steve, [she paused for a moment her legs stretching languidly, toes pointing as she lifted her hips just slightly, urging him to move the hand on her waist.] One good turn deserves another.
[She moved her hand that was still wrapped around his neck and had been her effort at keeping him tightly against her, but she had other business to attend to. Her hand covered his on her waist and dragging his fingers first over her hip and between her legs. She was putty in his hands, but every now and again the clay had ideas to share too.]