Lisa still had hold of one of Jennie's hands as she reached into the shower and turned on the water. Lisa had taken off her t-shirt and now she was kicking her way out of her jeans. Jennie should leave the room. She knew she should leave the room, but she stood there watching Lisa.
Whoops, there went the pants. And the socks. And the underwear. Jennie skimmed her eyes down the length of Lisa's body and back up again, taking in the light sheen of sweat that highlighted the contours of her well-toned physique.
"Take your clothes off." Lisa commanded, coming towards Jennie and lacing her arms around her again.
"Lisa." Jennie whispered, but Lisa's mouth was on hers before she could protest any further. She clutched at Lisa's upper thighs and ran her hands up her hips, feeling her stomach muscles clench spasmodically at her touch. Lisa's fingers were at the back of her neck now, undoing the buttons of her blouse, as she continued to move her lips relentlessly against Jennie's.
Lisa, she thought. Lisa's lips. Lisa's breath inside her mouth. Lisa's hands pulling her shirt over her head. One last time. One last time with Lisa. One last time, before she got on a plane and flew away, and they went their separate ways, and she would never see Lisa's face up close again. Lisa's fingers were undoing her bra now. Just one more time, Jennie thought, as she felt the clasp spring open. She moaned into Lisa's mouth as she arched her back against Lisa.
She shimmied out of her jeans, and Lisa opened the glass door to the shower stall, edging her backward into the billowing cloud of steam. Jennie's heel caught on a piece of upraised tile and she lost her footing for a moment. Her stomach lurched into her throat as she stumbled backward, but Lisa's arm was firm around her waist, keeping her upright.
"Watch your step," Lisa murmured, as she eased herself into the stall with Jennie. She reached up and ran her hands through Lisa's hair, pulling her head back down to hers as Lisa positioned them beneath the stream of scalding water.
There was a soap dispenser mounted to the wall. Jennie reached out and filled one palm with shower gel. She lathered it between her hands and then began applying it with her fingers to Lisa's upper arms... her shoulders... her chest... working downwards. Lisa had Jennie pressed up against the back of the shower stall with her hands planted against tile on either side of Jennie's hips, locking her in place, as Lisa kissed her on and on.
Lisa suppressed a groan as she felt Jennie's hands move around her waist and begin soaping up the muscles on her back. Without releasing Jennie's mouth, Lisa reached up, groping blindly. She grabbed the shower head out of the stand overhead and brought it down. Lisa felt Jennie gasp at the sensation as she began running the pulsating jets of water along Jennie's body in slow circles.
Jennie's fingers were in Lisa's hair, lathering her scalp, when she heard Jennie let out a sudden yelp. "Stop!"
Lisa broke the kiss and looked down at Jennie. "What?" Lisa gasped.
Jennie didn't answer, but grabbed the shower head out of Lisa's hand. She turned it, and Lisa felt the blast of water hit her in the chest. Ice cold. Lisa tripped backwards in surprise. She reached out a hand to catch herself, but too late - her feet were skidding out from under her. The water heater, she realised, in her last fleeting moments of consciousness. It ran on electricity. Once the tank was empty, there was no hot water left.
Then Lisa's head slammed down against the sharp corner of the ledge behind her. She looked up and saw Jennie's face, one last time.
Her face. Jennie's face. Her eyes wide with panic. Her lips parted in a silent cry.
Too late, Lisa thought, as she watched the world go black. Time's up.
