She covers my hand with hers.
We stay like that while the water runs over us, neither of us speaking. Then I reach for the soap and she stills.
"Really?" she says.
"You're cold. You need warming up."
"I'm warm."
"Warmer," I say, and start at her shoulders.
I take longer than necessary. She calls me insufferable twice. I ignore it both times, working the tension out of her neck, shoulders, and down her spine while she braces against the stone wall and makes sounds she's trying very hard to suppress. By the time I reach the small of her back, she's stopped arguing altogether.
"Axel." My name comes out unsteady.
"Mm."
"If you don't—"
I turn her around.
Her back hits the stone wall, and I'm on her immediately, my mouth on her throat, her collarbone, my hands cupping her breasts. She arches hard into my palms. I drag my thumbs across her nipples, and her whole body shudders, her head falling back against the wall.
"P-Please," she breathes.
"Tell me what you want, Aurora."
"You know what..."
"Say it."
Her eyes open, dark, furious, and wanting. "Touch me."
"I am touching you." I chuckle.
"Axel—"
I slide one hand between her legs, and she cuts off, grabbing my forearm with both hands. Already slick, already aching, and I've barely done anything. The knowledge of it does something dangerous to my self-control.
"Fuck," I breathe against her neck. "You're soaked for me."
"Y-yes." Her nails dig in.
I work her slowly, watching her face because I can't look away from it — the way her lips part, the flush moving up her throat, the way she fights to keep her eyes open and loses. Her hips start moving against my hand.
"More," she says. "I need more."
I give her more. She comes apart in under two minutes, shaking, both hands gripping my arm, my name leaving her mouth in pieces.
I carry her to the bed.
She's laughing by the time I lay her down, that slightly breathless laugh she does when she's overwhelmed and happy at once.
"The sheets," she says. "We're soaked—"
"I don't care about the sheets."
I come over her, bracing on my forearms, and she reaches up and drags her fingers through my wet hair and pulls me down to her mouth. I kiss her slowly this time, in no rush, because we have until morning, and I plan to use every hour of it.
