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“I’m tired, Spencie.”
She did look exhausted. Her voice was barely louder than a whisper, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She had gotten so thin; she swam in the hospital gown she wore and just about disappeared under the sheets.
Spencer sat at the edge of her bed and touched her forehead. Her skin was clammy, her hairline oily. She really looked like hell, and he didn’t like it. She would hate looking any less than put together in front of him, he knew. Even when she was in prison, she managed an air of confidence (arrogance) that he had come to respect.
“You need to take a shower,” he said, and she snorted a laugh.
“Always such a charmer. Go away and let me sleep.” She rolled away from him.
“No. Get up.”
She turned slightly, looking over her shoulder at him, bewilderment on her face. Had he seriously just tried to tell her what to do?
“I ca-…I don’t want to.”
Maybe she was afraid of him seeing that she was too weak to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom, to stand long enough to wash her hair and body. Her dark eyes pleaded with him to go away, to leave her lying there, not getting better, but not dying. He had made up his mind he wasn’t going anywhere.
“I’m not asking, Cat.” He pulled the sheets off of her and hoisted her up before she could protest, awkwardly lifting her out of bed and standing her up. She swayed a little, dizzy from the blood rushing to her head, but he kept his hands on her shoulders, steadying her.
“Come on, I’ll help.” He walked her to the bathroom and she sat on the edge of the tub while he turned the water on. While they waited for it to get warm, Spencer took off his shoes and socks. Cat’s tired eyes widened when he started to unbutton his shirt and undo his belt. He was standing in front of her in just his boxers. She felt her face flush when he met her gaze and dropped her eyes to the tiled floor.
Spencer ran his hand under the stream of water that was now giving off steam. Taking her hand, he pulled her up and rested his other hand on her waist as she stepped into the tub. She was trembling, more so from how vulnerable she felt, and from him touching her like that, than how tired she was. He stood behind her, his bare chest and stomach flush against her back, and wrapped his arms around her middle. She was still in her hospital gown, but she gasped as he embraced her, never expecting so much intimate contact from him. This was different from the time he’d kissed her, and the times they’d danced together. There was no game this time, no ulterior motive from either of them. She hadn’t coerced him into putting his hands on her; he had chosen to, and his willingness to hold her like that scared the hell out of her. She wanted to crawl out of her skin and run away.
“It’s okay; everything’s okay,” he whispered into her ear as her breathing began to hitch. “Do you trust me?”
She shouldn’t, she thought. He had tricked her multiple times, put her in prison, left her to rot. What’s more, he had every reason to hate her for all she had done to him in retaliation, or sometimes just to get his attention. But he had also saved her life. She couldn’t understand why, but she did know she would do the same for him in a heartbeat. He was the one person she felt she couldn’t live without, and maybe - this was a long shot - some part of him felt the same about her.
“Yes.”
She let her eyes close and he walked her back into the stream of warm water, tilting her head to let it flow through her hair. It felt amazing. She felt safe, leaning back against him.
“Do you want me to wash your hair?”
She swallowed; her mouth felt too dry. She couldn’t believe she was letting him take care of her like this. Still, she thought of how good his fingers would feel running through her hair…
“Y-yes…”
He let her relax into him as he lathered up his hands with whatever generic hospital shampoo came out of the pump attached to the wall of the shower. As he massaged it into her scalp, Cat’s mind went blank. Nothing had ever felt this good. The sensation of his long fingers sinking into her hair, pulling ever so lightly, was enough to cause a groan of pleasure to escape her throat.
Spencer chuckled softly. “You like this?” he asked, gently combing through the tangles at the back of her neck.
“Mmm…” It was the only confirmation she had the wherewithal to give.
“Head back, time to rinse.” As the warm water began to flow through her hair once more, washing away the too-perfumey floral scent of the shampoo, Cat found herself not wanting it to be over. This was the best she’d felt, both physically and emotionally, in longer than she could remember.
“Can I take this off?”
Her eyes flew open as she felt his hands move to the small of her back, where the tie to the gown was. She could feel the hairs on his fingers brush against her skin through the slit in the back, and it sent a jolt down her spine.
“What? I-“
“You can’t really get clean if you shower with clothes on,” he said matter-of-factly. She couldn’t tell if he was trying to be condescending or if he really was that awkward. Either way, it made her roll her eyes.
Spencer seemed to sense he’d crossed a line, and moved his hands away from the tie. “If you want, I can go, and you can…uh, finish” he stammered.
“No.” Cat surprised herself with how quickly the word came out.
“No?”
“Stay….Take it off.” She reached back and took his hand, returning it to her lower back. She leaned back again and rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. Wanting to reassure him she was comfortable with this, when in reality she felt like her entire nervous system was buzzing with electricity.
She felt a tug as he pulled the strings loose, then cold air hitting her backside. His hands moved to her shoulders as he slipped the gown off, tossing it on the bathroom floor. She was standing completely naked in front of him, but her back was still facing him so she couldn’t see him seeing her, and he couldn’t see the frightened look on her face (though he could tell by her breathing that her heart was in her throat).
“Do you trust me?” He asked again.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He stepped forward, pressing against her a second time. Only this time she could feel the heat of his skin on hers, and she felt another heat start to rise between her legs. Her skin was already wet from the water that had soaked through the gown, and Spencer began to lather her up, starting first with her shoulders, then moving down her back and arms, and around to her stomach.
She was panting now, and trying to do it quietly, but when he moved up her rib cage and stopped just under her breasts, whispering in her ear “okay?” she uttered a little begging whimper and nodded vigorously. Spencer’s hands cupped and kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples gently between his fingers. Cat’s back arched, and her eyes shut tight. She was so wet from his touch she could feel her own slick dripping down her thighs, mingling with the soapy water that ran down her body.
Spencer had started to kiss her, his lips pressed against her ear, her hairline, the back of her neck. She was radiating heat, and he loved the power he had over her in this moment. She was coming undone in his arms, and he hadn’t even touched her in the place he most wanted to yet.
“Should I keep going?” He wanted her permission, but at this point, he was mostly teasing her.
“Dear god, yes” She pleaded, making him smirk and at the same time making him hard against her back.
He rubbed down her sides, squeezing her hips, and brought his hands under her ass, cupping and pinching her buttocks like he had her breasts. He reached around to her cunt, fingertips sliding back and forth between the lips. She was making soft kitten sounds now. Her hand gripped the bar on the wall to steady herself; her knees wanted to buckle.
Abruptly Spencer took his hands from her most private folds and wrapped an arm around her waist again. She moaned a little at the lost of his fingers inside her, and opened her eyes. He had taken the shower head off it’s mount and was bringing it down to wash away the soap suds from her skin. Rather than rinsing the bubbles off her shoulders or her breasts, he held it between her legs, pointed up so that the spray of the water massaged her clit.
“Spencie, I-“ Cat squirmed, Spencer’s arm holding her in place, as the water relentlessly hurtled her towards orgasm. She cried out, her legs finally folding underneath her.
He carried her, nearly asleep already, back to bed. She was still naked, her hospital gown soaking wet on the bathroom floor. He had rubbed her down with a towel as best as he could, but by the time he had got the water turned off she had been swaying on her feet.
He laid her down and pulled the sheets over her bare body, watching as she sprawled out, nestling her face into the pillow. She looked comfortable, content. His cock was aching to be inside her, but he knew she was wiped out, and maybe that would be taking it too far. This wasn’t about him, after all. He had only wanted to take care of her, to make her feel good, to bring some color back into her face.
He leaned down and kissed her temple. She smiled a little, murmuring “Thanks, Spencie.”
He stroked her still damp hair. “Rest up, kitty.”