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An Angel For Bishop: Part 2
An Angel For Bishop: Part 2
Willows
most serious injuries are in her psychie.
In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone.
Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Willow
let go of Dan Bishop s sleeve and he left her in the bathroom so she could
shower in privacy. He quickly gathered up new clothes for her. He got one of
his tight t-shirts that would likely be a little big on her but might be tight
enough to assist with supporting her breasts. Another pair of draw string track
pants, socks, and another flannel shirt to cover up her amazing tits. Gah! He
had to stop thinking about her that way! He set the new clothes on the edge of
the counter by the door without entering the room. He heard the water running
and the sounds of movement so she seemed to have that under control. He walked
to the guest bedroom and added the clothes she'd been wearing yesterday to the
laundry bag. He brought the load to the small laundry room and dropped all of
the dirty closed into the washer with the soap. He'd turn it on when she was
done with her shower.
Dan
inspected the leather jacket and riding chaps Willow had been wearing. They
couldn't go into the wash but he could clean them by hand and mend the torn
jacket. He set them aside for later.
He
walked back into his bedroom and listened to hear if she was done. There was an
odd noise warbling under the sound of the falling water.
"Willow?"
he called out.
When
he got no response he took a deep breath and cautiously looked in the door. She
was on the floor of the shower on her side curled in a ball. Thinking she'd
fallen in the shower Dan rushed into the bathroom and stepped into the stall
fully clothed. He bent down and called out her name in fear. "Willow! Are
you Okay? Did you fall?"
He
saw she was sobbing and shaking. The water was quite hot so she couldn't be
cold.
Willow
suddenly became aware that Dan was crouching over her. She quickly turned to
him and flung her arms over his shoulders and squeezed her face against his
neck. Dan fell back onto his ass when she landed on him. Her wonderful breasts
were pressed up against his wet shirt and she kissed his throat feverishly. She
moved her hands to his chest and began to frantically unbutton his shirt. She
was making strange little vulnerable sounds like yelps. Amongst these noises he
made out the occasional words, "Please!", "I'll be good!",
"Let me stay!", and "Love me!"
Dan
was stunned and tried to get his thoughts back into order. The surreal nature
of the situation, the physical onslaught of her touches and kisses and cries combined
with the hiss from the water hitting the tiles in the shower triggered a
flashback to his time in the war. He froze as bullets ripped past him through
the blowing sand. He had to get to the house. He felt the bullet pass through
his calf and yet he ran on. He felt, lips on his?
He
came out of his thoughts panting with reaction, his eyes wild, searching for
the shooters but seeing only his shower stall and the beautiful naked woman
kneeling before him, holding his head between her hands. Her eyes were full of
worry. She released his head as he looked down at himself and realized he was
dressed and soaking wet. His back was pressed into the corner of the shower
stall and he couldn't remember how he got there. Dan put his head in his hands
and rubbed them vigorously back and forth over his scalp, as if pushing the
memories back into their hidden spots in his brain so he could function again.
"Look,
I'm sorry about that. I, uh, I'm dealing with some things that happened to me
as well. In a war. A long time ago. I'm still not good around people," he
said gruffly.
Dan
pushed himself up, using the wall to steady himself as his body was still
trembling. He put his hands on the wall and leaned his head under the hot water
to let it run over his neck. He felt soft hands gently pull at his wet shirt
from behind so, one arm at a time, he reached back so she could remove it from
his shoulders. Once the wet shirt was gone he felt those soft lips kissing the
twitching muscles of his shoulders and her incredibly soft breasts pressing
against his back. This was enough to distract him from feeling her hands
undoing the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down. His mind was awash
in the sensation of her soft skin rubbing against the tight muscles of his
back. He felt the hard points of her nipples slowly drag down his back but he
didn't notice his jeans and underwear were dropping at the same rate. When she
had him step out of his pants he came to the realization that he was naked with
her in the shower but his weakened state limited his protest to a weak growl.
Slowly her nipples slid their way up his back.
His cock was now fully erect and hard as iron. He hadn't felt a
woman's touch in... too many years. When her slender fingers reached around his
body and slid over his hot flesh, a deep moan was tugged from his soul. Willow
cooed in delight as she discovered by touch that Dan was not small.
All the while she was leaning her tits against his back and gently
kissing his neck and shoulders.
"No... Willow, please. Stah, stop please. We can't... I can't do this to
you..." Dan pleaded as his body shook with reaction from his attack and
from the building passion.
On
hearing Dan's words Willow became more desperate to bring him to release and
began to stroke him faster. She leaned in to nibble on his ear and she began to
repeat her earlier pleas.
The
vocal expression of her desperate need for him, pushed him over the brink.
Dan's release was sudden and intense. Throughout the surges, her hands
continued to milk. It took all of his strength to remain on his feet. He leaned
more heavily against the wall.
Next,
Dan felt Willow's hands running over his back and he smelled the clean scent of
the soap she was using to clean his body. She started at the back of his neck
and worked downwards. Soon a good lather was washing from his densely muscled
back under the hot spray. She marveled at the strength in his powerful arm as
she worked her way down the right limb which was braced against the wall in
front of him. This finally brought her into his view and she smiled shyly at
him from beneath her wet bangs as she briskly lathered up his arm. She worked
the soap into his armpit and then she slipped under his right arm and began to
wash his chest.
Again,
she started at his neck, just under his chin, and worked her way downwards. She
briefly stopped with her hands on his hips and she stared down at his
semi-rigid flesh. Then she moved on to his left arm starting from the pit and
working towards his hand. She dipped under his left arm and ran her soapy hands
over his ass. They didn't even pause before she soaped deeply between his ass
cheeks all the way from his furry pelvis to the top of his ass. Dan's eyes shot
open and he looked over his shoulder at her. She spared him a quick nervous
glance like she might be expecting punishment for touching him there. Her hands
slowed and paused on his hips as she stole worried glances at his face. Unsure
what to do, Dan turned his face back to the wall and her hands resumed cleaning
his legs all the way down to his feet.
Again,
Willow moved to his front to wash his legs. He looked down to see her kneeling
at his feet, her face was even with his slowly growing erection. She quickly
and gently washed his wood, then worked down the front of his legs. She stood
up between his arms and placed her hands on his shoulders. Gently pushing him
back she allowed the descending water to rinse the soap from the front side of
his body. Her hands followed the water down his arms then worked their way down
his chest chasing the soap as it rinsed away. She knelt again and ran her hands
down his legs.
Dan's
eyes closed once more and a wave of contentment rushed over him. When her hot,
wet mouth caused him to gasp loudly and his muscles clenched over his entire
body. His eyes snapped open to see her shining green eyes staring up at him in
worship. With his muscles all locked up he couldn't move. His jaw worked but he
was only able to make croaking sounds as he watched her luscious lips stretch open.
Soon her nose was pressed against his stomach. Still her eyes remained locked
on his. He could see her begin to turn red as her airway was blocked. He tried
to pull back but her hands grabbed his ass cheeks. Her eyes grew desperate and
Dan grabbed her head between his hands and pushed her off.
After
she had taken a deep gasp of air, she struggled to resume her affections. He
stepped back away from her until he was leaning against the wall of the shower.
She followed on her knees and lunged forward. Dan was managing to hold her at
bay so she began to bob her head up and down rapidly. He groaned and felt his
arms weakening. Her tongue was slithering around and he could feel himself
rapidly approaching.
"Willow,
god! Stop! Willow, please!" he gasped as his arms finally gave out. It was
too much for Dan and he felt the boiling rush for release.
"Willow!
Stop, I'm, he strained against her almost overpowering passion.
She
took him once more. His body curled in over her and his hands rested gently on
her head. Willow swallowed as quickly as she could. When he was finished she
lovingly cleaned him; her eyes never leaving his face.
When
Dan's eyes finally opened he saw she was still sitting between his feet, biting
her lower lip, her eyes on his; searching for approval, for acceptance.
He
reached down with both hands and gently touched her face. He indicated he
wanted her to stand so she rose to her feet in front of him. She was almost
vibrating with need. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his tongue sinking
into her mouth to chase hers. He realized that he could taste himself in her
mouth but shrugged it off as a new experience.
She
must have picked up on his surprise and she froze. No one had ever been this
intimate with her. It was rare that she was kissed at all; and she'd gotten a
beating once for having 'cum-breath' as she'd forgotten to rinse her mouth out
with whisky directly afterwards, as her master required.
Once
her surprise wore off Dan felt her arms wrapping around his broad chest and her
mouth became more insistent on his.
Dan
suddenly pulled away from the kiss and smiled at her. He turned Willow around
and placed her palms against the wall, the stance he'd had while she washed
him. Then he took the soap and the loofa and worked up a good lather on it. He
began to run the loofa over her body, scrubbing off the funk she'd accumulated
from her days on the road with that abusive bastard. Her skin pinked up under
his tender but thorough scrubbing. He used caution around the two bandaged
wounds (they'd need replacing after this). Dan followed the same pattern she
used on him as he worked his way around her body.
By
the time he was sure she was clean, he was kneeling at her feet, her pinkness
telling him she was more than a little excited. He wanted to return the favor
and show his appreciation for her so he dipped his head forward to press a kiss
against her hot skin. Willow jumped and gasped. Her hands automatically went to
his head and he felt her fingers slide through his wet hair. Her touch was too
light like she was unsure what to do. He looked up into her eyes and he could
see she was stunned he was doing this. He guessed that no one had ever thought
her pleasure and carressing mattered. It was going to be a new experience for
her. Good! He slipped a little lower, running his tongue in circles across the
smooth flesh of her navel. He licked into her indentation and gently ran
his tongue around the soft flesh. He could hear Willow's breath coming out in
little pants. Her hands continued to slide behind his head as if to pull his
mouth tighter against her tummy, then they'd pull away as she realized what she
was doing.
She
moaned deeply as he did this. Willow's hands were where they should be, locked
tightly in his hair at the back of his head. A deep gasp rushed from her body.
Soon she was convulsing and pulling his head tightly against her, crushing his
lips against her. She yipped in pleasure as her body throbbed in bliss. He
could feel her legs beginning to give out so he stood and wrapped her up in his
arms, holding her trembling body against his. Her chin rested on his shoulder
and her breath rushed out against his neck as she panted in recovery from her
orgasm, from just the gentle caress of a man, under the endlessly hot shower..
When
he felt Willow's legs steady under her Dan reached behind her and poured out a
large drop of shampoo in his palm. He dripped a little in his other hand then
massaged it deeply into her scalp. He rubbed his fingers from her forehead back
to the base of her neck. He gathered up her long hair and poured a little more
shampoo into the platinum locks. He rubbed them together until thick suds
coated each strand. Once he was sure he had thoroughly cleaned her hair, he
tipped her head back to get the cascade of water to fall on her hair. He ran
his fingers from the top of her head through her hair all the way down her back
to rinse out the shampoo. He did this motion several times to ensure the
shampoo was gone, slipping in a little scalp massage as he went. While he ran
his fingers through her long hair he watched her face and for the first time he
could see she was completely relaxed. Her eyes were closed, her forehead was
smooth, and her brows were relaxed. Her full lips turned up at their ends in a
small, contented smile. Her hands rested on his shoulders and her breasts
pressed gently against his chest.
Some
conditioner would be good considering how dry her hair felt when he'd pulled
off the helmet yesterday- God! Had it only been yesterday? He froze briefly.
Again, he felt a flash of how surreal it was to be standing naked in a shower
with a woman he'd just met yesterday. He didn't do that. Ever. And they'd had
sex! She was obviously damaged by her previous treatment and on top of that
history he had sex with her. The guilt was hooking its claws in deep. He shook
himself. She still needed the conditioner in her hair. He grabbed a dollop and
worked it through her hair, again making sure each strand received treatment.
As he rinsed it away he could swear he heard Willow purr. He stared at her and
realized with a start that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes
on. She was also troubled, vulnerable and he'd done something inexcusable.
He
blushed with shame and stepped from the shower.
As
he dried off he kept Willow in the corner of his eye to make sure she was okay.
He saw her catch his embarrassed expression and read his body language. Her
tiny smile dropped from her face. God, he was such an ass! She was so
vulnerable and he'd taken advantage and left her feeling bad. Now she was
confused and her unstable anxiety had returned. She turned off the water and
stepped out to dry off. Her body was trembling. Dan stepped out into his
bedroom and quickly pulled on some clothes.
In
her inattention Willow accidentally rubbed the towel across her bandage. She
hissed with pain. Dan returned from his bedroom. He felt a little better now
that he had a layer of clothing between himself and Willow. He heard her make a
painful noise and saw her tug the towel from the bandage on her shoulder. The
adhesive had succumbed to the steam, water, and soap in the shower. He needed
to change the dressing on her wounds. That was something he could do for her
that was positive. Getting her dressed would also help settle his mind.
He
stepped forward and carefully examined the wound under the flap of the loose
gauze and tape bandage. He carefully removed the remaining tape and saw that
she was already beginning to heal nicely. She'd have yet another set of scars
to add to the host already found across her back, her arms, and some on her
legs.
"Willow,
please hang on a second. I'm going to put fresh bandages on your wounds"
he said.
He
left the room and returned with fresh gauze and tape. He quickly covered the
two areas and then pointed to the clothes he'd set on the counter for her.
"Please get dressed and meet me back in the kitchen when you're
ready."
After
stopping by to start the laundry Dan walked into the kitchen and put a notepad
and pen on the kitchen table. Then he pulled out a couple of glasses, the tin
of digestive biscuits, and the milk. He filled the two glasses and put some of
the cookies on a plate. Once the snack was on the table and the milk was ba
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An Angel For Bishop: Part 2
Willows
most serious injuries are in her psychie.
In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone.
Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Willow
let go of Dan Bishop s sleeve and he left her in the bathroom so she could
shower in privacy. He quickly gathered up new clothes for her. He got one of
his tight t-shirts that would likely be a little big on her but might be tight
enough to assist with supporting her breasts. Another pair of draw string track
pants, socks, and another flannel shirt to cover up her amazing tits. Gah! He
had to stop thinking about her that way! He set the new clothes on the edge of
the counter by the door without entering the room. He heard the water running
and the sounds of movement so she seemed to have that under control. He walked
to the guest bedroom and added the clothes she'd been wearing yesterday to the
laundry bag. He brought the load to the small laundry room and dropped all of
the dirty closed into the washer with the soap. He'd turn it on when she was
done with her shower.
Dan
inspected the leather jacket and riding chaps Willow had been wearing. They
couldn't go into the wash but he could clean them by hand and mend the torn
jacket. He set them aside for later.
He
walked back into his bedroom and listened to hear if she was done. There was an
odd noise warbling under the sound of the falling water.
"Willow?"
he called out.
When
he got no response he took a deep breath and cautiously looked in the door. She
was on the floor of the shower on her side curled in a ball. Thinking she'd
fallen in the shower Dan rushed into the bathroom and stepped into the stall
fully clothed. He bent down and called out her name in fear. "Willow! Are
you Okay? Did you fall?"
He
saw she was sobbing and shaking. The water was quite hot so she couldn't be
cold.
Willow
suddenly became aware that Dan was crouching over her. She quickly turned to
him and flung her arms over his shoulders and squeezed her face against his
neck. Dan fell back onto his ass when she landed on him. Her wonderful breasts
were pressed up against his wet shirt and she kissed his throat feverishly. She
moved her hands to his chest and began to frantically unbutton his shirt. She
was making strange little vulnerable sounds like yelps. Amongst these noises he
made out the occasional words, "Please!", "I'll be good!",
"Let me stay!", and "Love me!"
Dan
was stunned and tried to get his thoughts back into order. The surreal nature
of the situation, the physical onslaught of her touches and kisses and cries combined
with the hiss from the water hitting the tiles in the shower triggered a
flashback to his time in the war. He froze as bullets ripped past him through
the blowing sand. He had to get to the house. He felt the bullet pass through
his calf and yet he ran on. He felt, lips on his?
He
came out of his thoughts panting with reaction, his eyes wild, searching for
the shooters but seeing only his shower stall and the beautiful naked woman
kneeling before him, holding his head between her hands. Her eyes were full of
worry. She released his head as he looked down at himself and realized he was
dressed and soaking wet. His back was pressed into the corner of the shower
stall and he couldn't remember how he got there. Dan put his head in his hands
and rubbed them vigorously back and forth over his scalp, as if pushing the
memories back into their hidden spots in his brain so he could function again.
"Look,
I'm sorry about that. I, uh, I'm dealing with some things that happened to me
as well. In a war. A long time ago. I'm still not good around people," he
said gruffly.
Dan
pushed himself up, using the wall to steady himself as his body was still
trembling. He put his hands on the wall and leaned his head under the hot water
to let it run over his neck. He felt soft hands gently pull at his wet shirt
from behind so, one arm at a time, he reached back so she could remove it from
his shoulders. Once the wet shirt was gone he felt those soft lips kissing the
twitching muscles of his shoulders and her incredibly soft breasts pressing
against his back. This was enough to distract him from feeling her hands
undoing the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down. His mind was awash
in the sensation of her soft skin rubbing against the tight muscles of his
back. He felt the hard points of her nipples slowly drag down his back but he
didn't notice his jeans and underwear were dropping at the same rate. When she
had him step out of his pants he came to the realization that he was naked with
her in the shower but his weakened state limited his protest to a weak growl.
Slowly her nipples slid their way up his back.
His cock was now fully erect and hard as iron. He hadn't felt a
woman's touch in... too many years. When her slender fingers reached around his
body and slid over his hot flesh, a deep moan was tugged from his soul. Willow
cooed in delight as she discovered by touch that Dan was not small.
All the while she was leaning her tits against his back and gently
kissing his neck and shoulders.
"No... Willow, please. Stah, stop please. We can't... I can't do this to
you..." Dan pleaded as his body shook with reaction from his attack and
from the building passion.
On
hearing Dan's words Willow became more desperate to bring him to release and
began to stroke him faster. She leaned in to nibble on his ear and she began to
repeat her earlier pleas.
The
vocal expression of her desperate need for him, pushed him over the brink.
Dan's release was sudden and intense. Throughout the surges, her hands
continued to milk. It took all of his strength to remain on his feet. He leaned
more heavily against the wall.
Next,
Dan felt Willow's hands running over his back and he smelled the clean scent of
the soap she was using to clean his body. She started at the back of his neck
and worked downwards. Soon a good lather was washing from his densely muscled
back under the hot spray. She marveled at the strength in his powerful arm as
she worked her way down the right limb which was braced against the wall in
front of him. This finally brought her into his view and she smiled shyly at
him from beneath her wet bangs as she briskly lathered up his arm. She worked
the soap into his armpit and then she slipped under his right arm and began to
wash his chest.
Again,
she started at his neck, just under his chin, and worked her way downwards. She
briefly stopped with her hands on his hips and she stared down at his
semi-rigid flesh. Then she moved on to his left arm starting from the pit and
working towards his hand. She dipped under his left arm and ran her soapy hands
over his ass. They didn't even pause before she soaped deeply between his ass
cheeks all the way from his furry pelvis to the top of his ass. Dan's eyes shot
open and he looked over his shoulder at her. She spared him a quick nervous
glance like she might be expecting punishment for touching him there. Her hands
slowed and paused on his hips as she stole worried glances at his face. Unsure
what to do, Dan turned his face back to the wall and her hands resumed cleaning
his legs all the way down to his feet.
Again,
Willow moved to his front to wash his legs. He looked down to see her kneeling
at his feet, her face was even with his slowly growing erection. She quickly
and gently washed his wood, then worked down the front of his legs. She stood
up between his arms and placed her hands on his shoulders. Gently pushing him
back she allowed the descending water to rinse the soap from the front side of
his body. Her hands followed the water down his arms then worked their way down
his chest chasing the soap as it rinsed away. She knelt again and ran her hands
down his legs.
Dan's
eyes closed once more and a wave of contentment rushed over him. When her hot,
wet mouth caused him to gasp loudly and his muscles clenched over his entire
body. His eyes snapped open to see her shining green eyes staring up at him in
worship. With his muscles all locked up he couldn't move. His jaw worked but he
was only able to make croaking sounds as he watched her luscious lips stretch open.
Soon her nose was pressed against his stomach. Still her eyes remained locked
on his. He could see her begin to turn red as her airway was blocked. He tried
to pull back but her hands grabbed his ass cheeks. Her eyes grew desperate and
Dan grabbed her head between his hands and pushed her off.
After
she had taken a deep gasp of air, she struggled to resume her affections. He
stepped back away from her until he was leaning against the wall of the shower.
She followed on her knees and lunged forward. Dan was managing to hold her at
bay so she began to bob her head up and down rapidly. He groaned and felt his
arms weakening. Her tongue was slithering around and he could feel himself
rapidly approaching.
"Willow,
god! Stop! Willow, please!" he gasped as his arms finally gave out. It was
too much for Dan and he felt the boiling rush for release.
"Willow!
Stop, I'm, he strained against her almost overpowering passion.
She
took him once more. His body curled in over her and his hands rested gently on
her head. Willow swallowed as quickly as she could. When he was finished she
lovingly cleaned him; her eyes never leaving his face.
When
Dan's eyes finally opened he saw she was still sitting between his feet, biting
her lower lip, her eyes on his; searching for approval, for acceptance.
He
reached down with both hands and gently touched her face. He indicated he
wanted her to stand so she rose to her feet in front of him. She was almost
vibrating with need. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his tongue sinking
into her mouth to chase hers. He realized that he could taste himself in her
mouth but shrugged it off as a new experience.
She
must have picked up on his surprise and she froze. No one had ever been this
intimate with her. It was rare that she was kissed at all; and she'd gotten a
beating once for having 'cum-breath' as she'd forgotten to rinse her mouth out
with whisky directly afterwards, as her master required.
Once
her surprise wore off Dan felt her arms wrapping around his broad chest and her
mouth became more insistent on his.
Dan
suddenly pulled away from the kiss and smiled at her. He turned Willow around
and placed her palms against the wall, the stance he'd had while she washed
him. Then he took the soap and the loofa and worked up a good lather on it. He
began to run the loofa over her body, scrubbing off the funk she'd accumulated
from her days on the road with that abusive bastard. Her skin pinked up under
his tender but thorough scrubbing. He used caution around the two bandaged
wounds (they'd need replacing after this). Dan followed the same pattern she
used on him as he worked his way around her body.
By
the time he was sure she was clean, he was kneeling at her feet, her pinkness
telling him she was more than a little excited. He wanted to return the favor
and show his appreciation for her so he dipped his head forward to press a kiss
against her hot skin. Willow jumped and gasped. Her hands automatically went to
his head and he felt her fingers slide through his wet hair. Her touch was too
light like she was unsure what to do. He looked up into her eyes and he could
see she was stunned he was doing this. He guessed that no one had ever thought
her pleasure and carressing mattered. It was going to be a new experience for
her. Good! He slipped a little lower, running his tongue in circles across the
smooth flesh of her navel. He licked into her indentation and gently ran
his tongue around the soft flesh. He could hear Willow's breath coming out in
little pants. Her hands continued to slide behind his head as if to pull his
mouth tighter against her tummy, then they'd pull away as she realized what she
was doing.
She
moaned deeply as he did this. Willow's hands were where they should be, locked
tightly in his hair at the back of his head. A deep gasp rushed from her body.
Soon she was convulsing and pulling his head tightly against her, crushing his
lips against her. She yipped in pleasure as her body throbbed in bliss. He
could feel her legs beginning to give out so he stood and wrapped her up in his
arms, holding her trembling body against his. Her chin rested on his shoulder
and her breath rushed out against his neck as she panted in recovery from her
orgasm, from just the gentle caress of a man, under the endlessly hot shower..
When
he felt Willow's legs steady under her Dan reached behind her and poured out a
large drop of shampoo in his palm. He dripped a little in his other hand then
massaged it deeply into her scalp. He rubbed his fingers from her forehead back
to the base of her neck. He gathered up her long hair and poured a little more
shampoo into the platinum locks. He rubbed them together until thick suds
coated each strand. Once he was sure he had thoroughly cleaned her hair, he
tipped her head back to get the cascade of water to fall on her hair. He ran
his fingers from the top of her head through her hair all the way down her back
to rinse out the shampoo. He did this motion several times to ensure the
shampoo was gone, slipping in a little scalp massage as he went. While he ran
his fingers through her long hair he watched her face and for the first time he
could see she was completely relaxed. Her eyes were closed, her forehead was
smooth, and her brows were relaxed. Her full lips turned up at their ends in a
small, contented smile. Her hands rested on his shoulders and her breasts
pressed gently against his chest.
Some
conditioner would be good considering how dry her hair felt when he'd pulled
off the helmet yesterday- God! Had it only been yesterday? He froze briefly.
Again, he felt a flash of how surreal it was to be standing naked in a shower
with a woman he'd just met yesterday. He didn't do that. Ever. And they'd had
sex! She was obviously damaged by her previous treatment and on top of that
history he had sex with her. The guilt was hooking its claws in deep. He shook
himself. She still needed the conditioner in her hair. He grabbed a dollop and
worked it through her hair, again making sure each strand received treatment.
As he rinsed it away he could swear he heard Willow purr. He stared at her and
realized with a start that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes
on. She was also troubled, vulnerable and he'd done something inexcusable.
He
blushed with shame and stepped from the shower.
As
he dried off he kept Willow in the corner of his eye to make sure she was okay.
He saw her catch his embarrassed expression and read his body language. Her
tiny smile dropped from her face. God, he was such an ass! She was so
vulnerable and he'd taken advantage and left her feeling bad. Now she was
confused and her unstable anxiety had returned. She turned off the water and
stepped out to dry off. Her body was trembling. Dan stepped out into his
bedroom and quickly pulled on some clothes.
In
her inattention Willow accidentally rubbed the towel across her bandage. She
hissed with pain. Dan returned from his bedroom. He felt a little better now
that he had a layer of clothing between himself and Willow. He heard her make a
painful noise and saw her tug the towel from the bandage on her shoulder. The
adhesive had succumbed to the steam, water, and soap in the shower. He needed
to change the dressing on her wounds. That was something he could do for her
that was positive. Getting her dressed would also help settle his mind.
He
stepped forward and carefully examined the wound under the flap of the loose
gauze and tape bandage. He carefully removed the remaining tape and saw that
she was already beginning to heal nicely. She'd have yet another set of scars
to add to the host already found across her back, her arms, and some on her
legs.
"Willow,
please hang on a second. I'm going to put fresh bandages on your wounds"
he said.
He
left the room and returned with fresh gauze and tape. He quickly covered the
two areas and then pointed to the clothes he'd set on the counter for her.
"Please get dressed and meet me back in the kitchen when you're
ready."
After
stopping by to start the laundry Dan walked into the kitchen and put a notepad
and pen on the kitchen table. Then he pulled out a couple of glasses, the tin
of digestive biscuits, and the milk. He filled the two glasses and put some of
the cookies on a plate. Once the snack was on the table and the milk was ba
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