Where We Go From Here

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Title: Perfectly Still (1/1)
Author: Michelle K. (CageyGrl@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Archive: If you have some of my other stuff, feel free to take this too. New archives - drop me a line first.
Pairing: Donna/Leo
Summary: One shower plus two naked people equals... (sequel to 'Back Home')

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.

Notes: Next installment in the "Where We Go From Here" series. Previous installments are:

"Unexpected," "In Need," "Afternoon and Nig
"Keeping Secrets," "Just the Touch of Your Hand,"
"This Woman," "This Man," "A Hotel In New York," and
"Back Home."

Oh, this story is so pointless. The next one has a plot, I swear. Alternates between Donna's POV and Leo's POV.

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"You're kinda cute when you're wet," I say, and the comment is somewhere in-between flirtation and a statement of fact.

Because, you know, he is kinda cute when he's wet. He's kinda cute when he's dry, but that's beside the point.

"Yeah?" Leo replies. "I thought I was just a guy in a shower."

"You are. But you're still cute."

I'm not sure who got into the shower first. I know that I wanted to take a hot shower to relax after the past few hectic days. And I know that he voiced my feelings before I did, so it almost seems as if it were his idea. Why we decided to do this at the same time, I'm not sure. It just kinda happened that way.

It's not like this is the first time we've been in the shower together. This is the first time we've been in the shower without out it being a prelude to work, though, so that's something.

Leo's gotten more relaxed about the idea of me being here with him. In the shower, I mean. At first, I think the thought made him a little uncomfortable but now, it's just normal.

Well, as normal as either of us can be. We're not particularly conventional apart - me, especially. Together, I think we're wholly unconventional.

I turn towards the direction of the shower, letting the water fall against my face. I tilt my head, the water flowing through the damp hair that's plastered to my back. His fingers slide slowly against my arms, his touch featherlight. A slight shiver runs through my body.

He moves my hair off my back, begins to move his hand over it. I can feel the soapsuds slowly sliding down my skin as he washes me.

"Does this mean I have to wash your back?"

"Only if you wanna," he answers.

His palms coast against the curve of my hips, sliding around to rest on my abdomen. He kisses my shoulder, and I relax a little into his arms. I push his hands away so I can turn to face him. I lean towards him and kiss him softly.

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Her face is barely centimeters from mine and I can feel my pulse quicken. Christ, she is just...something. There's a word for it, I'm sure, but my mind isn't working at its full potential right now.

I move my hand up to touch her cheek. Our lips meet again, and this time I'm responsible.

Her body's pressed against mine, and her skin is wet and warm at the same time.

"Are you still frightened by this?" she asks with a faint smile.

"What exactly are we talking about here?"

"This," she says, her hands making a faint gesture in the air. "Too slippery."

"Ah," I say.

In the grand scheme of things, this is a lot more sensible than that night in the hotel room, when we were surrounded by the people that we're supposed to be keeping this a secret from.

"I'm not sure."

"You're not twenty anymore," she says, her lips curled into a sly smile that makes her look beautiful. I remember saying that to her. And I'm very aware of its truth.

"I'm not even thirty."

"Or forty. Or fifty."

"Thanks for reminding me," I comment dryly.

"I didn't think you'd forgotten your age."

"That would be a different problem."

"Well, you know what they say. You're never too old to make love to your girlfriend in a shower."

I stare at her incredulously. "Who is they?"

She shrugs. "You know. People. It's a very popular saying, Leo," she says softly before chewing on her lip.

"I'm probably just behind the times."

"Yeah. Probably."

Her fingertips dance over my chest, and I can't resist the desire to pull her closer. I kiss her and don't stop. Because I want her, whatever the hell it is that people say.

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One of his hands is pressed against the small of my back, the other is sliding up and down my hip. He stops kissing me, and it takes a moment for us to reclaim a steady breath.

"Leo?" I say, and I'm not even sure what I'm asking him. I let my hand slide to the back of his neck, feeling his short hairs bristle against my fingers. His lips sweep against my cheek, and I wonder briefly if that's his answer.

His hand slides slowly up my stomach, until he's cupping my breast. His palm slowly moves around, my nipple hardening against his touch. I hear a moan escape from my lips as my body instinctively arches towards him.

"Leo," I say as I feel his hand grip my back tighter. This time, it's a statement, quick and breathy, although I'm not even sure what I'm ing ing either.

But he doesn't question me - maybe he knows what I'm saying when I don't even know myself. But I do know his lips, and how they feel as they trace a line down my arm. I do know how his tongue feels as it slides against my skin; how it feels to have his mouth close around my nipple. How these things feel familiar and new at the same time; and how that's never quite happened with the other men I've been with.

My eyes flutter as his tongue swirls. He releases me, and I gasp in protest. I don't get a lot of time to get really irritated, because soon his lips are there again, kissing lightly. His mouth closes over me again, tugging sharply.

A slight tremor flows through my body, and I think I say his name five times in the space of a second. His mouth makes a slow journey back to mine, and I finally realize how tightly I'm holding on to him right now.

I let my hands fall away and look at him for what could be hours or seconds for all I know right now. But, seeing him like I see him, he's beautiful. I've told him this, and I don't think he really believes me. And maybe that's one of the reasons he's so beautiful - because he doesn't really know it.

"Leo," I say again, and this time it catches in my throat a little.

"Donna?" he says, his voice sounding concerned. "You okay?"

"I'm very okay," I reply, my voice stronger.

I kiss him lightly and move my body closer to his. It's then that I feel him hardening against me. I want him - that's been true since the first night, and I couldn't shake the feeling if I wanted to. And I really don't want to. This is what I think as I gently press him against the tiled wall. I move the showerhead so the water falls against our legs, gently misting the rest of our bodies.

I kiss his chin first, then move my mouth downward. I flick my tongue against his skin, tasting him. My mouth is somewhere in the middle of his chest when I close my fingers around him. His hips jerk suddenly, then back again.

"Donna," he says, and his hands are moving against the slickness of my back.

I look up at him, our eyes locking. I continue downward until I'm on my knees before him. He's still watching me, and I'm still gripping him loosely. I run my thumb around the tip, and he exhales sharply.

He pushes back a strand of hair that's been plastered on my face. His fingers linger for a moment against my cheek, and I gently kiss his palm.

I break eye contact and trace his hipbone with my tongue. His hand slides through my hair, and I feel his hold tighten when I take him into my mouth. This has never been something I've hated doing, persay - but something I could do without. But I like doing it for him - the way his hips twitch when mnguengue strokes him in just the right way, the way he groans when I take him in deep.

I can taste some of him sliding down my tongue when he says roughly, "Stop."

I release him and look up again. "You sure?"

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"Yeah," I say.

I help her to her feet. She moves the showerhead back before leaning in to kiss my cheek. I tilt my head, letting our lips meet softly.

Christ, I want her so bad I'm not even sure I'll make it another minute.

I move her so that now she's pressed against the wall and I'm in front of her. I kiss her, and her mouth opens against mine. She grabs onto my back as I respond, kissing her deeply and pressing her body into the wall.

It's strange the things you notice, even at times like these. Like how soft her lips are. Or how easy it is to trace a line from her hip to her breast. Or how it fits perfectly in my hand. Or how I feel like I could be in love with her.

I let my fingers caress her, and it feels so damn good. It feels even better when she reacts, moaning into my mouth and tugging on my bottom lip. The kiss ends, and she's breathing heavily and her skin is more than a little flushed.

Her sex brushes against mine, and it amazes me how warm she is. Everything about her tells me that she wants me, and I hope she knows how much I want her.

Donna's hand slides away from my back and she interlaces her fingers with mine. "You trust me?" she asks.

"Maybe too much," I reply.

She grins. "Good thing I'm not a spy or anything. Or you'd be in big trouble."

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"You could kick my ass."

"Yeah. But I have no desire to do that now."

Our eyes are locked, and I can feel his free hand touching my hip. It goes down a little further, touching my leg.

His thumb brushes against my thigh softly as his lips meet mine. I open my legs a little wider as his hand moves up further, stroking me in-between my legs.

"How do we do this?" he asks.

"I think you know how," I say slyly. "I can even say it with certainty."

"I mean--"

"I know." I kiss him because...well, just because I want to. "Just hold on to me."

I entangle my hand from his so I grab onto his back. He grabs onto my hips, keeping me steady against the wall. I tilt myself towards him, and just wait.

He enters me slowly, and I can't find my breath until he's all the way inside me. I wrap a leg around him, trying to keep him right where he is.

We stay motionless for a moment, our breath intermingling, our bodies slick and pressed together. It's stillness, that perfect sort of stillness where those no distractions - like work or everyone else or the million different ways this could go wrong. It's just him and me and all the reasons he is incredible.

He pulls back, then plunges in again. My back is pressing hard against the wall, and it would probably hurt if this didn't feel so good. We shift angles, and I can feel him sliding against my clit as he moves.

I can feel myself getting closer, until the tiny spasms take over my body. I clench around him, then it's his turn to let go.

He loosens his grip on me as he pulls out, and I have to hold him tighter so I can stand up straight. My legs feel a little shaky, but my footing grows stronger when he whispers my name. I think he's the first man to make me feel weak and secure at the same time.

His arms are wrapped around me when he kisses me. And it's then that I realize something.

"I didn't wash your back, you know."

"Don't worry about it," he says.

And when he kisses me again, I can honestly say I have no worries. Even if it's just for one, perfectly still moment in time.

THE END