Katie giggled. “My shower’s on a timer for water conservation.”
“Do you want to get out?” Wil kissed her again.
“I do not want. Keep doing what you were doing.”
“What am I doing that you want me to keep doing?”
Katie smiled, but she was breathing hard. “Just—Wil-ing yourself all over my body.”
“Do you want to—”
“Yes.”
Wil laughed, gripping Katie’s waist. “What was I going to say?”
“You were going to ask if I wanted to frottage myself on your thigh while you got yourself off? But also, yes to literally anything else.”
“Can I try something?”
Katie nodded.
Wil softly ran her hands down Katie’s body, getting on her knees. Something hot and slow and huge pulsed in her as soon as her shins touched the cool tile and she rested her forehead against Katie’s belly. Katie put her fingers into Wil’s wet hair.
“I’ve thought about this,” Katie said, breathing hard, touching Wil’s hair all over. “But I was the one…”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yeah, yes.”
“Is there anything you like? Or don’t?”
“Wil, I don’t even know. What you’re doing now is working already.”
Wil smiled and then tasted her, the scent from her soap and Katie. Wil could tell that Katie felt shy at first, which was different, so Wil went slow, touched herself because she was incredibly turned on, and then Katie reached down and showed Wil something, and together they got it, a little of what this could be like for them, both of them getting there in a rough, fast, stumbling way that made Wil’s feelings for Katie big and precious and good.
Katie came with the sole of her foot against the wall, talking nonsense to Wil, and how it sounded pushed Wil the rest of the way over.
The tall ceilings and the silence and the dripping water made everything feel more explicit. Wil just gave herself up to it, happyto have this simple thing, her immoderate lust for Katie, her delight in her body, in her Katieness, in her.
She rested her head against Katie’s thigh until Katie tugged at her hair. “Come up here, gorgeous creature. I need a kiss, and then we have to put clothes on or I’ll just drag you back into bed for the rest of the day.”
“That’s a bad idea?” It sounded like the easiest way for Wil to handle the day in front of them, and easy was an appealing endcap to good sex.
“Such a bad idea. We would get weird by two o’clock, probably I’d order a lot of food I didn’t want to eat because I’d waited too long, and then I would pick a fight with you and cry. I do so much better as a human if I put clothes on and eat meals.”
“That’s good to know.” Wil stood up and kissed Katie. “You pay attention to your body really well.”
“If I don’t, I have a hard time with emotional regulation. Can you do something for me?” Katie smiled. Her face was wet, water dripping from her eyelashes to her smile crinkles.
“Yes.”
“Can you tell me one thing you’d like to do so that I can make it happen and feel a teeny-tiny little bit like I can offer you something one percent as good as your driving me around in your Bronco? Or buying a car so you can come over to visit me?”
Wil’s heart pinched. “Can you find me one of those famous social media influencer nail artists so I can get my nails done LA-style?” she asked. “I’ve got a fresh mani, but I love those accounts.” She touched one finger to Katie’s mouth.
Katie squeezed her eyes shut and grinned. “Yes! Yes! That is exactly something I can do! Probably all of the nail artists in town want to do your nails, Wil, you know that, right? To be perfectly honest, you should tell your nail artist to move here and leverageall of those tags you gave her into big business.” Katie pulled her out of the shower and then handed her a huge, perfect towel.
“Maybe I will. My nail artist works in the mini-mall by the Burger King, the Starbucks, and the automotive supply complex. She’s nineteen years old. She probably would love to do that.” Wil thought about D’Vaughn and wondered how big of a thing she could make happen for her.