Clea let the water pour over her washing away the meeting she had just attended. She was happy that he hadn't just shouted at her or worse for her not addressing him all the time, but she knew once she got carried away on a subject she would just babble. The water was warm, it fell over her hair making it cling to her face. The bathroom was silent apart from the water running over her ears and her soft pale skin.
Delilah watched the girls shape through the steam from the shower. She watched as Clea just stood there letting the water fall over her. She leant on the door way just watching how unanimated her usual bouncy counterpart was. She had thought she was asleep, while she was in the office recording her thoughts. She got lost in the haze of steam and flesh infront of her for a few moments before lifting herself from her lazy position and stripping down entering the shower behind Clea, wrapping her arms around the girls smal fragile body.
Clea felt the air change as Delilah climbed into the shower, her warm body pressing against her back. The water fell over the two of them as Delilah held her tightly. Delilah moved her body, pushing Clea against the wall of the shower, it was cold against her skin, her nipples stiffened from the change of temperature.
"Did I do ok Miss D?" Clea asked.
Delilah smiled to herself. She moved Clea's hair out of the way leaning into her ear. "I love it when you call me Miss D." she didn't answer the question but preferred her actions spoke louder. Her hands moved, slicked by the water, to Clea's back pushing at the base of her spine so her back arched pushing her arse out. Her other hand snaked upwards, caressing the back of Clea's neck before gripping a handfull of hair pulling her head back at the same time she pushed her arse back.
Clea let out a moan as her hair was pulled her body obeying it's manipulation. Delilah's fingers moved over her arse, following the curve, the crack and two penitrated into her sex, curling into a hook and massaging that small nub of nerves on the inside. Clea let out another moan and Delilah moved her thumb to massage the outside of her puckered hole.
Delilah's hands moved, slowly; perposfully. She massaged more, her left hand pulling more on Clea's hair to make her arch into the attention her right hand was giving. Clea gasped and twitched around Delilah's fingers, her knees shaking, her legs parting to allow more manouvering. The water felt hotter, pouring over their bodys, slicking them, aiding them. She moved her lips back to Clea's ear. "He could never be me." Her words were dark.
"I remember when we first met." Clea said "Do you remember.... or do you forget?"
Delilah's hand moved a little faster, Clea moaned more, Delilah's hand in her hair keeping her upright, her elbow in her back pinning her to the wall.
"You were so perfect, so pure like an angel." Delilah said, recalling the first time she saw Clea, the club on Nar Shadda. "Yyou were like an angel and I remember thinking" her fingers twitched inside Clea, as if punctuating her words "I remember thinking... my god... she is just so beautiful" Clea began to flush a little at Delilah's words, Delilah continued "So fucking amazing and every night" her voice lowered to a purring whisper "Every night i would watch you"
"I would watch you watching me" Clea responded.
"...and we swore that nothing would come between us" Delilah's grip on Clea's hair tightened as Clea began to shudder to orgasm. "that no one would come between us....do you remember?"
Clea's body shook, Delilah's fingers finding every possible pleasure point inside her. Delilah's body the only thing keeping her upright in the hot water. Her body shook and twitched as she let out a long moan, bucking back on Delilah's fingers, feeling them fill her, fuck her, have her, claim her. "I was humbled by your power" she was able to get out as her body stopped shaking and Delilah slowly removed her fingers and loosened the grip on her hair.
"You once asked me -is existance all we share?-... you tell me" Delilah let go of her and turned, walking out of the shower, wet foot prints and a fire in Clea's belly the only reminder she was there. Clea slid down the wall, her legs unable to support her orgasm wracked body and the water continued to fall over her.
