When you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you

The water skims her skin and travels the slopes and valleys of her body in a sensual dance. Droplets collect in smooth fleshy divots before they overflow like minuscule waterfalls. Its wondrous and for a long moment Regan forgets that she is not alone.

Not for long though.

The weight of his stare causes goosebumps to rise along her flesh. Her eyes open to half-mast and their amethyst depths lock with the cool blue of his own. There is an intensity there that Regan doesn't understand, except to say that she likes it. The glass has fogged up around them -- essentially cutting them off from the rest of the world. They are encased in a glass bubble and Regan finds she doesn't mind.

Not one bit.

He steps closer -- trapping her weteen a wall and a hard place. Him. The heat of his flesh with the warmth of the water is intoxicating. Her eyes flicker to his planted hand and she lifts its smaller copy and settles her own against the inside of his elbow. Just the right amount of force would buckle the joint. He knows it. She knows it. And yet, she simply lets it rest against the vulnerable skin and absentmindedly swirls her thumb against it. He has managed to divert her attention. She watches as he reaches back and removes a washcloth from somewhere behind him. Then he is reaching for her again.

What the hell does he intend to do with that?

Her question is answered when the soft fabric meets the skin of her face in a gentle caress. Instantly Regan's eyes widen. Her gaze following the motion of his hand. Bliss. Pure bliss. Her eyes fall shut once more. The purr, resurfaces. His touch is almost timid with its softness. Unconsciously Regan leans into his touch. Allowing him a moment of trust. Mmmm. Face finished, her eyes blink open and stare heatedly into his icy gaze. Her eyes trace his hand as it skims her neck and shoulders. Trails the dips and ledges of her collar bone. His touch is sensual and intimate and Regan's nipples pebble in response. She doesn't know or understand why -- only that she aches. She can see the question in his eyes and slowly her other hand lifts and settles over the large hand against her chest. Eyes locked with his, she slides the cloth down the valley between her humble breasts.

Permission granted.




"Thinks like this"