Immaculate

Nathan

For you, 9loves, :) Hope it's as good as you remember it.

Part Sixty-Five

Sang's POV

He was stood under the shower end in his swim shorts. There was less room than there had been at Mr Blackbourne's, and this tub was more curved, which didn't help. But it had a shelf end where it joined the wall and I sat there, bringing my knees up to my chest so I was as far away as I could get.

"Ok?" He was watching my face intently.

"I'm fine," I said lamely. He had yet to switch the shower on and already my nerves were through the roof.

"Peanut, when Mr B went through it with us, he explained that at the moment you associate the water from a shower with what happened to you, this is perfectly understandable. What we need to do is replace those bad experiences with experiences that show you that you are safe under a shower. That the dangers that were there are gone. You aren't ready to get under this shower with me," he said and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I'm going to shower, ok? Just sit there and watch, nothing bad will happen, I promise. I won't get you wet."

I nodded, I could do this, I could sit here and watch him shower as long as it didn't touch my face.

He gave me a gentle smile and then he was switching on the spray and standing underneath it. He faced me and I kept my eyes on his as he let the water fall over his head and down his face. He brushed his hair back off his face and reached for his shampoo. He rubbed it in, his eyes closed against the soap as it ran down over his face. I followed the trail of the soap down his throat and over his chest, lower and oh my god, eyes up, Sang, eyes up.

I dragged my eyes back to his face, my mouth suddenly dry at the sight of soapy water sliding over his chest and abs. His eyes were still closed and it was if my eyes had a life of their own as they followed another trail of soap suds. It slid its way down over the flat brown disc of his nipple, down over the contours of his muscles and over the top of the waistband of his shorts. They were soaking wet now and clung to him, I bit my lip and followed the soap down over his thighs and onto his feet. I dragged my eyes back up slowly taking in every inch of his perfect body. I wanted to shift on my seat, the heat pooling between my legs was embarrassing; he was trying to help me and I was sat here ogling him.

I dragged my eyes up to his face and nearly died when I met his. He was aware that I had just studied every inch of his body, but the intense look in his eyes took my breath away.

He picked up a sponge and started to wash his chest and abs and I tried so hard to keep my eyes on his and I totally failed. He dropped the sponge and stepped forward.

"I er... I am... oh," I wasn't very coherent either, but it didn't seem to bother him as he bent and picked up the sponge.

"Will you wash my back, please?" he asked me, his voice deeper than I had ever heard it. A frisson of fear went through me, did he want me to stand up and go under the shower with him?

"Not under the shower," he said and went to his knees in front of me and then held the sponge out. "Here."

I looked back at the shower, I was still well away from it and would be even if I was stood where he was kneeling. I nodded and took the sponge, and started to stand, but he shook his head wordlessly and took hold of one of my ankles and drew my leg out and onto the edge of the bath. He drew my other leg to the other side of the bath until I was sat with my legs splayed open, bent at the knees. My heart stuttered to a halt, but he slid around on his knees until he was facing away from me, between my spread legs.