The water flowed gently, hot, hitting Keita's skin and streaming slowly down his back. His eyes were closed, letting his thoughts wander to the night before. He could still taste her on his lips. Still feel the echo of her touch pulsing in his chest.
But then he heard the sliding door of the bathroom. A soft rustle. He opened his eyes.
She was there.
Yuzuki. Completely naked, unashamed. Her hair down, already damp from the steam, and her gaze... deep, determined.
— "Did you think I'd stop after just one night?" she said, stepping into the shower.
His heart skipped a beat. The water was now hitting them both, but it felt as if the temperature had risen by ten degrees.
She moved closer, pressing herself against his back, her hands sliding slowly from his shoulders, down his chest, lower. She pulled him back against her.
— "I've dreamed of this... for too long," she whispered in his ear.
Keita turned his head and caught her lips in a deep, wet, heavy kiss. Her breath faltered against his hot skin.
Without a word, she rose on her toes and pulled him down, pressing him against the cold wall of the shower. The contrast between the warm pleasure and the chill of the tiles was electric.
Then the movements began — slow, fluid, synchronized with the drops of water sliding over their bodies. The sound of the water no longer covered everything. Other sounds now filled the bathroom. Muffled moans. Deep breaths. Murmurs of names.
There was a rhythm. A kind of wet, dangerous, forbidden dance, but impossible to stop.
Until, in a moment suspended in steam, everything halted. Their bodies pressed tightly together, and she rested her head on his chest, trembling slightly.
— "Now... I'm sure. You're mine, Keita."
He smiled and held her tighter.
— "I've been, for a long time. But only now... do I dare show it."
And they stayed there, in the shower that washed away the traces of the outside world — but not the desire that consumed them.