Cold Feet in Hot Water

AN: So what's the deal with this fic? Well, it all started with a little drabble prompt on my LJ from a friend, which was simply something smutty with Fakir and Ahiru and having to do with the Ahiru using Fakir's shower in the boy's dorm at the Academy. The prompt result itself IS in the fic (just a short part in the beginning), but afterward, I felt like extending it into a full smut fic of its own.

Background for this fic: Fakir and Ahiru (At 20 and 17), have been dating for about two years. Prior to that, Fakir managed to change her back into a girl and both resumed their studies at Kinkan Academy. However, Fakir transferred from the ballet school and into the writing program instead, and thus is still studying there despite that he would have already graduated from the ballet department. Now thankfully roommate-less in the dorm, he enjoys the solitary use of the facilities. That is, until his girlfriend shows up late one night with the request to borrow his shower. According to Ahiru, there was a problem with water at the girl's dorm and thus she sought him out for help. But there's a reason things have been rather awkward and unsettling between the two of them, particularly in the past few months...

Disclaimer: Princess Tutu and all of its characters do not belong to me. And I am making no sort of profit with this work of fiction.

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Cold Feet in Hot Water
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Never had she imagined that it would come to this.

There was nothing that odd about borrowing your boyfriend's shower. Or so Ahiru had originally thought. After all, it's not as though she wanted the pipes in the girl's dorm to be malfunctioning. And it just so happened that Fakir had his own dorm room - all to himself. It was an innocent request, really. And it made plenty of sense, given the situation.

But it had come to this. And now... now she didn't know where it was going.

Her lower back pressed against the edge of the sink with the weight that pushed her back, white porcelain edge nudging through the fabric of the fluffy towel haphazardly wrapped around her small form and forcing a whimper from her mouth. There was a noise at her ear - a incomprehensible murmur in a young man's husky voice - and then lips and tongue descended along the line of her jaw, continuing a warm, wet trail down the side of her neck.

Damp red hair smeared streaks of water over the fogged up mirror behind her head as she craned her neck back, the squeak across the glass mixing audibly with the tiny moan the fell from her parted lips. The taller frame trapping her in place was shirtless, a simple pair of black boxers hanging along his hips and dark hair falling unbound and free, allowing a few stray locks to drift just over his shoulders as he leaned into her. One wandering hand eagerly caressed the open skin of her right arm, the other settling just underneath the edge of the towel's reach along the top of her opposite thigh. The combined ministrations pulled another small noise from deep within her throat, causing her hold on the edge of the sink to tighten as she braced herself against the hot mouth that assaulted the sensitive area at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

His rumble of appreciation was almost like a growl, the tremors of it reverberating in a way that sent a pleasurable shiver down the length of her spine. And the small hand stubbornly holding the top of the towel in place at her chest faltered when a set of his own digits grasped about it, carefully peeling her grip away from the end of the material. Instead of fighting him, she let her fingers slide off and allowed the thick cloth to drop in folds about her middle, extracting her hand from his in order to rest it upon his open chest and run her fingertips along the rough flesh of his faded scar.

He inhaled sharply at the contact and she suddenly felt his left leg constrict in a violent manner - her eyes flying open in surprise when the door swiftly shut with a deafening and final slam a mere second later.

The last thing she saw was a hooded, hungry look in his darkened green eyes before he reached off to the side - and with one one soft click, plunged the bathroom into darkness.

"Wait!" she squeaked, startled by the sudden black-out.

The lips just inches from her own released a grunt, the fingers upon her leg tensing. But obediently, he ceased his pursual of furthering the contact, waiting as patiently as he could manage.

Her breathing was releasing with steady pants as she struggled to find her voice again. "This...here--this isn't...good," she finally voiced softly, pulling her hand away from his chest.

"You don't like it?" he breathed warmly against the skin of her face, carefully pressing his lips to her jawline in a lingering caress.

"It's not that---it's---it's not...comfortable," she whimpered out, arching when she felt his tongue slide across the area he had just kissed. "And I can't...see!"

He heaved a defeated sigh as he pulled away from her - and abruptly the light flooded into her vision again, temporarily blinding her. The first thing she saw when her blue eyes adjusted to the intake of brightness, was a scowl on his handsome face. "Better?" he grumbled.

"No," she pouted as she squirmed in her compromising position. "Why don't you try sitting on the sink?"

He rolled his eyes, trying not to let them settle on her bare chest in the process, and allowed her room to get down. And she did a mere moment later, cheeks flaming as she fixed her towel into sturdy place again.

To be honest, Fakir was having trouble thinking clearly. He wanted nothing more than to continue what they were doing. His body was literally aching for her. And dammit, as far as he was concerned, this was all her fault. Only she wouldn't see anything remotely suggestive about asking to borrow his private shower. Particularly considering they had gotten hot and heavy in her dorm room just a week prior.

It was torture. And if she wasn't so bloody innocent, he would have thought she was doing it on purpose - including all of these unwelcome interruptions that would always surface right smack-dab in the middle of their intimacy.

Dimly, his mind was chiding him about being an impatient, horny teenager, but he stubbornly ignored it. Wanting your girlfriend in a more physical manner was a perfectly common occurrence. And he had been very patient for two years already. Was that not enough? Did she have to continue to lead him on and then get cold feet?

And it did happen frequently, to his dismay.

He thought with time that she would be much more careful about her transformations from duck to to girl, but that was clearly not the case. If anything, ever since he had changed her back again, she had become much worse, both with timing and frequency of the switches. And thus he had slowly become accustomed to seeing her naked form. Not that it didn't still embarrass him, but given how often it happened, he found that each time it took just a little bit longer to coax his eyes away from her unclothed body.

She had undeniably grown up and matured into a more womanly figure over the years. And it had awakened something in him that he hadn't even known existed: physical desire.

Naturally, it was all denied vehemently and he refused to succumb to such odd and uncomfortable thoughts of the redhead. Those images and dishonorable urges to touch her and see her displayed in that manner were quelled with the force of a tight fist that wrung them out of existence. They were ridiculous and not worth his attention.

At least, that was what he assured himself. But then, as if to retaliate, they invaded his subconscious instead. He dreamed about her, and about indulging in those immoral thoughts that he had banished away. Sometimes he would wake up feeling oddly warm and bothered as a result of them. Or worse, with incredibly incriminating evidence of the dream's effects on his bedsheets.

Which swiftly led to his second method of relief and escape: masturbation.

Perhaps that was part of the reason why the thought of her using her using his shower was much more arousing than it should have been. Many nights had he spent fantasizing about her while he brought himself to release amidst the running spray of water in that cozy bathroom. And the mere thought of her in that very same shower or joining her---getting the opportunity to touch her slick, supple flesh...it was maddening.

Clearly the physical aspect of his relationship with Ahiru existed to test his limits, and to strain the threads of sexual frustration to the point of near insanity.

And that blockhead of a girlfriend of his was oblivious. Even now, she was merely staring at him curiously, a little pink in the cheeks, but nothing more. He had once thought it was blessing that introducing her to the finer points of human intimacy had all been taken in stride and surprisingly with ease. She relaxed into kissing and touching, even with her inexperience and his awkwardness in exploring it with her.

But she seemed to think that merely stopping amidst it, seemingly for no reason or for stupid interruptions, was perfectly normal and acceptable. Was it more difficult for her to recognize sexual desire? Even at seventeen? And there was that nagging, discouraging thought that he was the only one of them that was truly affected beyond the simple sweetness of being together.

Which was unfortunately, the most likely explanation. If she could cut off that easily and then gleefully announce that she was hungry or tired or the other hundred excuses that she made, then she must not have been experiencing anything that he was. And as long as that was the case, he couldn't very well protest. That would be beyond inconsiderate. Even if he lusted for her, he loved her very much and would never force her into anything she didn't wish to do - especially not something as selfish as his own sexual gratification. It was shameful enough that he had started coming onto her so much in the first place.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment at that final thought, Fakir stepped back with a sigh, giving the girl ample room to reach the door. "Well, go on. I still need to shower too, you know."

Seemingly taking advantage of his unseeing state, Ahiru's eyes trained on him, trying to discern what it was he could be thinking or feeling. Or perhaps, she distantly admitted to herself, she already knew. This type of response was common when this would happen.

And she...

Inwardly shaking her head, the duck-girl reached for the door knob and turned it, pausing only for one last glanced into his now-open green eyes before she slipped out of the bathroom wordlessly.

She could hear him sigh across the barrier and felt a smidgen of guilt build up and swirl in her stomach. Why was she such a coward? Why couldn't she just tell him the truth? Ahiru knew that leading him into these things and then just stopping was hurting him in some way. And she felt terrible every time she did it - knowing full well that she was conscious of it the whole time.

But her own insecurities kept her from admitting it to him or explaining herself. She was too embarrassed - too unsure. And although she trusted Fakir very much, she felt that it was a hurdle that she needed to conquer on her own. Coming to terms with her own feelings was important to her.

Frustrating him this way was not what she wanted, though. Each time she felt it would be okay to keep going and allow herself to let go and freely experience every new thing that was passing between the two of them... she would have doubts at the most inopportune times. And as if on instinct, she would immediately feed him an excuse for her behavior - sometimes ones that didn't even make sense.

Because she knew that if she told him she was worried or scared or unsure... he would back away from her. He would stop touching her like that and would surely blame himself for frightening her. And that was not what the redhead wanted at all.

Once the sound of the shower filled her ears, she leaned back against the bathroom door, taking a shuddering breath as her half-bare back met the wood. She still felt quite warm, and a little damp between her legs. The image of him showering just beyond that simple door wasn't helping matters, either. Why did she have to stop him and push him away again?! She really was a moron sometimes.

Maybe... it was time to face those feelings she had been running from. Hadn't she led him in circles enough already? Sooner or later he would catch on to her hesitations, no matter how she tried to hide it. Fakir was sharp and perceptive. Ahiru knew that she could not feign ignorance forever. And he would be really upset if he discovered that she had been hiding the truth from him all this time.

But how could she begin to tell him that she wanted to be touched in strange and private places? And feel him in a similar manner? Even just the mere thought in her head warmed her face in embarrassment. Every time he had come close to granting that silent wish of hers, she pulled away and made up some spontaneous reason to pull away from him or leave altogether.

She wasn't even sure what made her do it. Everything they had done together in the physical sense felt good, sometimes pleasing to the point she thought she might be in danger of bursting right out of her own skin. And yet before the peak could be reached she would always react the same way and leave them both with a void of heavy dissatisfaction. Which he did not hide, and she shamefully did.

"I'm such an idiot..." she mumbled to herself, staring down at the floor. "What can I do now?"

As if in answer, there was a noise from within the bathroom that made her stiffen, just the mere timbre of his voice causing heat to flood through her veins. Ahiru swallowed heavily, turning to face the door.

She really needed to stop running from this - from these feelings for him, once and for all.

Taking the sudden burst of courage that thought provided, she slowly reached for the handle and carefully, soundlessly opened the bathroom door. Steam wafted through the opening, the moisture licking at her open areas of skin as if enticing her to come deeper within. And enter she did, taking great care to close the door as inconspicuously as possible behind her.

With a shallow breath, she lifted her gaze to the shower curtain, watching the moving shadow just beyond it. For a moment she thought it almost looked like a silhouette dancing - he would bend and turn, his arms move up and down... the movements were almost mesmerizing to behold. And thankfully he had yet to notice her presence, granting her the freedom to continue in her curious scrutiny of his shadowed form. But with every passing second that she watched him, her body grew inexplicably warmer - and with it came a strange sensation that would happen sometimes when she thought about him or touching and being touched by him.

And at this precise moment, that feeling was making her thoughts and urges turn bold. She wanted to cross the few short feet of distance, hop into the shower, and feel that wet body against her own. Even knowing he was very naked behind that curtain didn't deter her. If anything, that made the feeling flare in a burst of unquenchable fire.

Half-dazed, Ahiru took a few simple steps forward, drawing a little closer to the obscured form of her showering boyfriend. With a tiny tug on the side of her towel, she allowed the material to unravel and drop to the floor with a near-silent flop, leaving her completely bare. All the while her cerulean eyes were still trained on that moving form, refusing to budge. Cowardice would not stop her this time. She could feel that they both needed this and had wanted it for a long time.

No longer would she allow herself to be the reason both of them were left deprived of it.

Her feet padded softly across the cool floor, carrying her all the way to the side of the bathtub. And before her nerves could betray her, the redhead reached out and pulled the curtain aside.

His reaction was instantaneous: with a startled gasp, he turned wide green eyes to meet the duck-girl's naked form as she proceeded to step right into the shower behind him. A brilliant flush of red washed over his face, creeping to his ears and down his neck. And his mouth hung open in shock until he finally coerced himself to swallow before nervously venturing, "W-Why---what...A-Ahiru?"

Blue eyes were downcast briefly, unwilling to look him in the eye just yet. There were many things she knew that she should say and a confession she owed him, but even the small glances she had taken of his wet male figure begged her to save the extensive talking until later. Stepping right up to him, she reached a hand up over his neck and leaned her head against his damp chest, feeling him stiffen at her touch.

"I'm...I'm sorry," she breathed out softly, a shudder running through her with the stream of water that pelted against her shoulder. "Fakir, I...I want to be with you."

Silence stretched for many seconds following, only the rushing sound of the shower water ringing through it. She felt uncertainty begin to bubble up within her as more and more of those precious seconds passed. Was he going to turn her away? Yell at her for coming uninvited into his shower and seeing him naked? Or worst of all, tell her it was too late and he was tired of waiting?

Before she could worry over it any longer, he finally responded. A slick hand came to rest on her right arm, rubbing up and down with a languid caress as he ducked his head down far enough for his lips to reach near her ear. "Can I touch you?" he whispered, voice husky and low - a tone that subsequently sent shivers down the full length of her back.

With no hesitation at all, she nodded. "Please..." came her almost soundless reply.

Needing no further encouragement, his hands found her shoulders and guided her back, pulling them a little further from the spraying stream of liquid above. He then proceeded to push her up against the tiled wall, fingers moving down from her shoulders as he leaned right in and pressed his lips into hers. She responded in kind, tilting her head up into the kiss and running her hand in descent from behind his neck, stroking the wet tan flesh it fell across. And her immediate reciprocation seemed to excite him, his fingertips curling around her arms while his mouth moved over her willing lips with an awakened ferocity.

For Fakir to say that this turn of events was unexpected would be a severe understatement. He could not have seen her coming a mile away, and certainly not in such a straightforward manner (much less interrupting his unfinished shower). But despite his initial embarrassment, he wasn't going to complain - that look in her eyes spoke to him. There was desire swimming in those lucid sapphire depths. And the same sensation was still running as hotly through his own system as it had been before she exited the bathroom earlier.

Whatever her motivations were, and whatever might have driven her to come this far... it would have to wait until later. He could tell for the first time that she wanted him - and that thought alone made him harder than any fantasy ever had. No matter what she could say or explain now, it would only reach his ears as sensual noises - the pitch of her voice being the only thing he could focus on in this state.

And as if on cue, a small sound did sneak through the liplock - a quick intake of her breath. Having nearly forgotten the need to breathe, he followed suit to get a bit of oxygen himself before he delved back in toward her ripened lips, the tip of his tongue tracing their shape with relish. She sighed as her hand, dampened by his own skin, weaved circular paths over the expanse of his chest. The shower scarcely continued to spray their sides with its continued stream, but it was long forgotten amidst the building of passion between the two figures.

Ahiru raised her free hand to clutch into his soaked, unbound locks of hair, inadvertently pulling him closer. The warm, wet appendage that had been sampling her lips then pushed between them, coercing the mouth to open to his silent request and plunging into the orifice beyond. Her breath hitched at the intrusion, fingertips constricting where they had lodged in his hair. Fakir probed hungrily within her mouth, tasting the inside of the cavern with sweeping strokes of his eager tongue as one of his hands relocated to her waist and rubbed the tender, bare flesh.

She arched right into his touch, mouth opening wider on the stirrings of a moan within her throat. The redhead wasn't worried now. His ministrations felt right and flooded her with waves of bristling anticipation. She wanted more. She wanted him to never stop...!

And ceasing the onslaught seemed to be the furthest thing from his mind. After briefly playing a twisting game of tag with her tongue, he coaxed it to follow his back toward the opening of her mouth and out into the air, wasting no time in closing his lips over her pink tongue and sucking hard upon it as he pulled his head away. She released a gasp once he had let it go, left momentarily breathless from the maneuver, but her dark-haired boyfriend did not stop there. His panting mouth slipped down and latched to the side of her neck, performing a similar suction method and teasing the trapped skin with brushes of his teeth.

She braced her back up against the dripping tiles, head lolling to the side and fingernails digging into his chest area. Without warning, she suddenly felt his hands press under both sides of her chest - one of those tender, private areas she had always wanted to feel him touch. Inhaling a shaky breath, she crooned his name as his calloused fingers roughly grasped the soft flesh, kneading it to his liking.

Hearing his name plead from her lips in such a way only fueled the rising desire within him. Removing his mouth from the now-reddened area on her neck, the ex-knight moved his head up alongside hers and snatched a hold of her left ear with his teeth. The action earned him a very vocal cry from her parted lips and the rapid movement of her fingers over the muscles of his stomach. He stifled a groan and licked the curve of her ear, hands busily roving over her breasts and teasing the small peaks to rapt attention.

This was amazing in ways he could not begin to describe. Even his writer's vocabulary would have difficultly attempting to put the feelings into words. And yet he knew they were not even yet at the top of it all - they were still building. It was impossible to imagine, given just how much pleasure was scorching through to the very endings of his nerves. He felt ready - too ready. Too close.

The redhead suddenly jolted when Fakir leaned right into her, feeling something long and stiff press against her warm thigh. A moan passed through her lips, increasing in volume suddenly when his fingers cupped right under her breasts pushed up at the same time his lower body did. And with it a fierce heat erupted through her center area, making the churning warmth between her legs spin with a sharp burst of urgency.

She wanted to...

With an unsteady and deep breath, her hand working over his chest dropped right down to the shaft that persisted in creating friction against her leg. And as soon as her fingertips licked its surface, she felt Fakir tense and free his mouth from her ear on a heavy groan. The rumbling noise emboldened her slightly, her hand curling down over the length and gripping it with small, but firm fingers. She could feel the flush seep into her cheeks - this was that very private part of him that she had thought about touching more than once. The texture was new to her, but the weight and size felt nice in her hand. Slowly, she started to glide clutching fingers over it, moving back and forth and watching for his reaction with her half-lidded blue eyes.

The sounds that followed were soft at first - almost fully drowned out by the sound of the running shower that still reached the lower half of their sides. But as she continued to pay her attentions to his erection, her boyfriend's changes in behavior were much more noticeable. His eyes had shut on a throaty growl, his own hands abandoning her chest and planting firmly on her hips, holding her steady up against the bathroom wall. With each following stroke of her slim fingers over his manhood, his breathing grew more erratic and his mouth sought hers to vanquish the rising volume of the noises that escaped.

This kiss was entirely unlike the one he had administered before. He was pushing so hard and insistent against her lips with his open mouth that the force pressed her head back against tile to an almost uncomfortable point. But she couldn't concentrate on that discomfort. His demanding, hot mouth had let loose his tongue again, ransacking everything in its path. She squealed from the wet assault in her mouth, tensing to the point that her hand around his shaft squeezed the sensitive flesh.

His following cry pulled his mouth away from hers on a guttural, loud groan, the length within her hand thrusting forward and sliding her fingertips to the base. He panted with heaving breaths, seemingly fighting for control as his throbbing erection moved back and forth through the clasp of her hand. "Oh god---Oh god... Ahiru...."

The deep, sensual tone of his voice sent a thrill through her body, collecting at her core--which had begun to ache more than she thought possible. With a light gasp, she lowered her other hand and placed it to join the other, using both to grip his eager manhood as it pumped between them, brushing against her upper leg with every increasingly fast stroke.

Fakir's breathing rate had lost any nuance of control, groans and gasps mixing and growing louder - easily heard over the background noise of the running shower.

"A-Ahiru---!" he suddenly panted, chest heaving. It was too much. The feeling of her fingers gripping him down below was something he could not take any more of at this point. Too many times had he shamefully dreamed of it. And now that it was actually happening, he could not contain himself. He wanted to bring her to that high crest of pleasure right alongside of him, but... "I--I can't...!"

And with that choking gasp, his orgasm crashed through him in one suffocating wave of bright white, momentarily taking him out of existence entirely.

What the duck-turned-girl saw then, she had trouble making sense of in her lust-filled mind. He seemed to convulse and threw his head backward on what looked like a silent scream. And his fingers were gripping into her sides so hard that physically hurt. Even the building warmth and needy aching between her legs could not filter it out. She grit her teeth as he rode it out and then she felt something else - a warm wet stream impacted the leg away from the reach of the shower nozzle's water. And when it ceased, so did the shaking limbs of the naked young man holding her - and the flesh held in her fingers seemed to grow limp.

For a long string of moments afterward, all she could hear was the sound of his labored breaths. Until at last, he swallowed and spoke, "...Y-you idiot."

The chiding, unsteady whisper sent her eyes searching for his, and when she found them, she could only blink her hazy cerulean back at the half-glowering green, a silent question somewhere in the recesses of the blue color.

Removing one set of fingers from her hips, he reached down and broke her hands away from his spent shaft, gaze never leaving hers. "You had to go and rush me, didn't you," he grumbled, leaning toward her and nipping her bottom lip.

Honestly, Fakir felt a bit ashamed and more than a little embarrassed. Just the touch of her hands there for not but a couple of minutes had taken him right off the edge in no time flat. Even with the self-pleasuring he had indulged in before now, it was completely different from the addictive sensation of actually being touched by her.

But he was more than prepared for another round, as his own desire had yet to be satisfied. Part of that satisfaction depended solely on giving the same experience to her. And this time he would not allow himself to reach that peak of ecstasy until he was certain that she had found it as well. Even if just looking at her pink face and the want present in her eyes was already starting to curl fresh tendrils of burning desire enticingly around his groin. And the tantalizing thought of being sheathed deep within her...

Panting, she removed him from his reverie as she leaned forward and darted out her small tongue, a small noise climbing through his throat as she traced a thin line of water over his collarbone that a stray droplet had left behind. Initiation was not her strong point, but the longer he simply stood there staring, the more the impatience tugged at the corners of her senses. She needed the contact and needed to keep moving... needed distraction... needed him so much.

Fakir leaned into her again, securely pushing her form more flushly against his own. His hands came to her sides and began gliding up and down the smooth, slickened skin. A moan of appreciation fell from the lips upon his chest and he squeezed her small, pert breasts taughtly between his digits, a clear persuasion for her to elicit more sounds.

She quickly escalated to necking him, strands of her saturated hair clinging to his tan shoulder as she licked and sucked the skin, feeling his adam's apple bob right alongside her feverish attentions. His breathing began to grow more ragged as a result, the hands at her chest gripping the mounds with increasing roughness, fingers pinching the little protrusions. She whined against him in response, hot heat flooding through her face and sinking to her abdomen, traveling even lower with its fire...

And he seemed to understand exactly what she wanted. Pushing her shoulders back to dislodge her mouth (which left a thin string of saliva in the process), his darkened emerald gaze met her own for a brief moment, unmasked lust swirling in the green color. And then he moved so quickly that she couldn't register what he was doing until she felt it - wet pressure cupped over one of her breasts as a hand placed itself back upon her hip - but most noticeably, the striking sensation of fingertips reaching just above her core made the duck-girl inhale so sharply that she nearly choked on the breath.

And excruciatingly slowly, his fingers brushed the damp curls protecting her center, delving lower and dancing over the folds of her waiting entrance. She could do nothing to hold back the squeal that erupted from her throat, which provoked him to suck harshly upon the nipple he had pulled into his mouth, and simultaneously sink a single finger right into her.

On instinct, her thighs clenched together over his hand, her body squirming so desperately that he had to steady her with the grip on her side before she slipped in the process. This was it --- this was that very private area that she could not stop thinking of him touching. And now he really was - and it was ripping so much pleasure through her that her pants grew shallower with every little breath she took. A long moan released from her parted lips as his single digit started pumping in and out with haste, her lithe form bucking with movement. She curved her arms up around his neck to hold him, fingernails digging into his back.

"Fakiiiir...Fakiiiiiiiiir..." she whimpered between unsteady breaths. And the sound of his own name pleading from her lips excited him further, provoking the pace down below to increase as his tongue lashed about her reddened left breast.

She was so slick and tight even just over one of his fingers, and Fakir felt himself twitch and grow hard where his shaft was leaning against her leg. Imagining that wet heated passage encompassing his member was almost making the erection painful with the need to make it a reality. One digit within her then became two, pulling a squeak from the girl as she struggled to keep hold and move with his thrusting hand. And needing more friction of his own, the dark-haired young man started grinding his stiffened manhood along the side of her upper thigh, just below his busy fingers.

Unable to keep his mouth planted against her chest any longer, he lifted his head and swallowed her incoming moan, head tilting into hers as he ravaged the two separate openings above and below at once. The onslaught was near blinding to the redhead, her fingers gripping so roughly into his skin that she was sure it would leave marks.

And yet that burning desperation to reach higher was still building, still left deprived of something she couldn't name. The fingers were a blessed torture in her core, but somehow they were not enough. He rocked intensely against her, grunting into her mouth with every press of his hardened member to her silky smooth leg. And then, she inexplicably understood - the fingers were not enough, they didn't fill her as deeply as she ached to be filled. But his length was long and large and her center burned with a suffocating intensity at the mere thought of it.

"I need more!" she near begged against his mouth, hoping that he would realize what she required.

That was all the encouragement he needed to step it up, knowing full well that she was feeling as great a desire as he was now. With a little groan, he ceased pumping into her and pulled his hand away from the damp warmth, immediately sliding his crotch up to hers once the area was freed. He could feel the dripping warmth on his member and the sensation nearly drove him crazy with want.

"Let me inside of you," he growled thickly into her lips as he positioned himself, bracing the hand coated in her essence against the tile wall beside her head. The fingers upon her hip constricted in their attempt to hold her steady, determined to keep her still until he entered. And his tone dropped to a seductive notch as he added, "I promise it will feel good."

"Ohgodplease," she gasped into his mouth, mustering all of her willpower to keep from pushing forward and taking him into her emptiness. "Please."

And that final little word, so saturated with need and desire, forced his body into action. One swift stroke forward sunk his shaft right into her, the lubrication of her entrance assisting his large size to fit snugly inside. She thrashed her head away from his mouth and screeched his name into the steamy air, near sobbing from the sudden sharp pain of something breaking down below. He carefully pushed himself in a little deeper with a throaty groan, eyes clenching as her inner walls gripped around his hilt.

And then he waited as patiently as possible, the hand at the wall moving to her ear and curling into the matted, damp red locks of hair beside it and caressing the side of her face tenderly. He kissed the curve of her jaw in mute apology, allowing her time to adjust to his member penetrating her much further and fuller than his fingers had previously managed.

Her sobs slowly died away as the sting of the throb became less and less apparent with each passing second. She could feel how big he was and her body was having some difficulty taking him all in and adjusting, but there was an undeniable surge of pleasure bubbling underneath of it. And oddly enough, the ache within her was still present, which confused the duck-girl. Cautiously, she leaned her midsection off to the side a little, then the opposite way, restlessly tugging him along with her.

"All you had to do was say that you were ready," he reprimanded softly, biting the dangling lobe of her right ear.

She gasped at the feeling of his teeth nipping her---and that sound rapidly morphed into a choking moan when he slid out of her. And before she could wonder what would happen next, he thrust right back into her velvet warmth, a shudder running through her as she stifled a shriek, making her legs quake and feet slip over the porcelain bathtub in attempt to keep her form upright.

Sensing her problem, he returned his mouth to hers and lavished it with new attention, both of his hands ducking down and snatching her up by the legs, proceeding to hook the limbs around his waist. "Stay like that," he commanded in a panted murmur against her lips. "And hold on tight."

Then he began to move, slowly at first, but increasing in tempo with the licking of impatience that pleaded for continued friction between them. The heat coursing through Ahiru was fierce and relentless, striking pleasure through her body with every movement of his member buried in and pulled out of her core.

Fakir clasped both of his hands under her rear to hold her securely against him and squeezed the smooth cheeks as he rocked against her, groans and grunts falling endlessly from his lips. The slick slapping of her shoulders bumping the wall and the stream of wasted shower water became a steady backdrop to the noises of their love-making in the shower.

The ex-knight leaned his head back, suddenly starved to see her with his own eyes. And what he saw nearly took his remaining labored breath away. The redhead's face was flushed cherry red from the exertion and hot vapor surrounding them, her mouth open and bare chest heaving with the pace of her racing heart-rate. Passion was etched into every crevice of her expression, eyes darkened and half-lidded, widening just a fraction each time he pumped into her. And he thought she looked absolutely beautiful on a level he couldn't explain.

"Fakir!" she cried, legs beginning to fumble in their awkward grasp around his middle. She moved with his quickening pace as well as she could manage, gasps pouring continually from her mouth. Desperate to cease them, she jutted her head out to find contact with his lips, catching a glimpse of the growing euphoria on his features before she mashed her searching mouth against his own.

The hot entanglement was unlike any dance she had ever experienced. There was no strict pattern to the steps and moves. Each wild and spontaneous movement erupted and changed at a will that seemed beyond the control of them both. He was still leading with every rough pound into her, but even he could not steer them clearly. Breathing had long since become anything but erratic bursts for air and noises that were completely indistinguishable and almost animalistic to replace coherent words and sounds. His impossibly fast penetrations and subsequent removals from the slick heat had lost all rhythm. And now the two were urgently staggering and moving against one another with a desperation that clung tight enough to burst at any moment.

It was intoxicating, overwhelmingly powerful, and laced with so much heat that it almost seemed as though the frantic movements of the pair were actually creating the steam that floated around them.

And then the building feelings became unbearable to hold onto any longer. The redhead reached the flaming height of ecstasy just before her partner when he ruthlessly impaled her to brim, unforgiving crashes of her very first release racking through her small form and constricting her nerves and limbs from the inside out. She screamed openly and shrilly - an echoed noise that provoked him to immediately follow her as he grasped her buttocks firmly in his hands, his own voice hitting the warm air as he allowed his essence to spill into her short, hot floods.

They shook and convulsed around each other, riding out every last second of the mutual orgasms, eyes glassy, and pulses thumping irregularly against one another through their pressed chests. The bathroom and everything had disappeared from the recesses of their minds, the throes of pleasure having taken them to a place far, far away.

It seemed like forever before the euphoric sensations receded little by little, the surroundings coming back into focus and the ever-present spray of the ignored shower filling the eardrums of the tangled pair once more. Fully exhausted, Fakir slowly eased their bodies down to rest in the bathtub, the exertion from their activities still forcing heavy pants to release from his mouth. Once he shifted to hold her against him, the ex-knight abruptly realized that they were still quite joined at the center. Blushing a little, he carefully pulled out of her with a small grunt and loosened her grip around his neck so he could twist her around to lean up against his chest.

As she sighed and curled her hands between their naked forms, he arched his head down far enough to brush his lips across her forehead in a soft, affectionate press. "Interrupting my shower," he commented in a winded, but bemused manner. "That was unusually bold of you."

Ahiru stiffened and was almost sure he could feel the heat embarrassment from her face pressed to his bare skin. "W-Well..." she stammered awkwardly, keeping her eyes away from his view. The redhead didn't know if she was ready to tell him everything just yet. She felt tired and sore and she'd probably say something stupid...

"You...You left the shower running!" she suddenly announced, pointing to the drizzle that still grazed them slightly from above.

With a sigh, the young man inwardly conceded to let it go for the time being. He would get an explanation for her uncharacteristic behavior sooner or later. Unfortunately for her, he was far from forgetful. "Your point?"

She shifted her legs to a more comfortable position, a pout forming on her features. "It's a waste of water, isn't it?"

"Then..." he trailed off, leaning over and reaching one of his long arms to the temperature and pressure knobs - which he fixed to his fancy until the water above stopped and instead proceeded to leak out of the lower faucet. And with a flick upward of the little switch on top of it, the water gradually started to fill the tub.

Returning his hold to the lithe figure on his lap, he placed a kiss down along the back of her neck. "Let's make use of it, shall we? I'd say we're both a bit...sticky, after that."

And that was the perfect word to describe it, as far as the duck-girl was concerned. She wasn't sure what was perspiration and what was normal water anymore. It all felt kinda weird. And her lower body definitely had that stickiness to it. Sliding her foot across the warm water that had filled the very bottom of the bathtub, she glanced up at her boyfriend with the hint of a smile. "It was already pretty late when I got here. I guess that means I'm spending the night, huh?"

Fakir ruffled her matted wet hair with one hand. "I do have an extra bed," he supplied matter-of-factly. Then he leaned down toward her face with a ghost of a smile hanging on the corners of his lips. "Unless...you'd rather share mine."

To further his amusement, her cheeks flushed a bright red at the prospect. Really, the girl made it far too easy to tease her. Leaning back to give her a bit of space, he raised an eyebrow at the redhead. "What? You can step into my shower, but you can't handle sharing a bed with me?"

"I--I didn't say that!" she countered, puffing her cheeks out in some vain attempt to mask her prior reaction. "You just---you cheat! Getting all close like that and---"

He cut her off as he dove in for a sweet, lingering kiss, which she quickly reciprocated, feeling a slight spark from what they had indulged in together just minutes before. And Ahiru could still feel her lips tingling even after he pulled away. It was astounding, now that she knew just where those sparks could lead. They had certainly shared something very special.

Sliding one of his legs up to act as a barrier on one side, Fakir snaked his arms around her, pulling her naked form possessively against his own. He breathed in the moisture from her hair, running one hand along her flat stomach. "Is it any surprise that I want to be close to you?"

A tiny grin curved her lips and she sighed contentedly, tracing a single finger in a horizontal line along his collarbone. "I want to stay with you," she voiced lightly, but with a sincere warmth in her tone.

"That's fortunate," he informed her, green eyes staring into her shining blue and his hold upon her tightening a fraction. "As I have no intentions of letting you leave my side."

And the unexpected response he received was a splash of lukewarm bathwater directly to the face. Sputtering, he wiped his soggy and dripping bangs away from his eyes to meet the laughing luster in his girlfriend's gaze. "That was completely uncalled for..." he muttered, a scowl forming on his features.

"I had to get you back for taking me off-guard!" she stated proudly with a huff.

He flicked his wet hair off to the side, a smirk fixing onto his lips. "Do you really want to challenge me?"

She blinked, as if contemplating the idea for a second. Then, with an over-dramatic and loud sigh, she flopped against him. "No," she admitted, her finger smoothing nonsense patterns on his tan skin again. "I'm too tired for that."

"And have you decided on sleeping arrangements?" he inquired, twirling a lock of red hair with his hand.

"I guess I can stay with you in yours," she said nonchalantly. "Under one condition."

"Condition?" he echoed, arching one brow at her.

She nodded and then pushed enough distance away from him to meet his gaze head on, almost a perfect copy of his trademark frown etched onto her face. "You don't try to keep me awake."

He blinked and then glanced down to where her free hand had taken his wrist, ceasing where his hand had crawled up to rest on the top of her thigh, fingers curling dangerously close to the area between her legs.

A sheepish blush seeped into his cheeks, but to throw her off, he managed to flash her a clearly suggestive--and almost wicked--smile (which widened just a bit when he felt her squirm uneasily on top of him).

He chastely kissed the tip of her nose. "I make no promises."

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AN: ...I've always wanted to write shower smex, so this was an enjoyable little exercise for me. (Although I apologize for little use of the shower itself. lol) And due to my desire to write smut that has some form of plot, I added a conflict and reasoning to things so this wouldn't be completely random. Plus I wanted some random cuteness and bickering at the end. So sue me.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little smut fic.

Any comments and criticisms are always welcome and greatly appreciated!

Thank you for reading.