amor| an Alejandro Vargas fanfiction

IV

Chapter IV
Our little secret

I was tired and dirty. This mission got through my bones needing to shower as soon as possible. I couldn't afford catching a cold right now, not until Hassan was captured.

The showers here aren't devided by gender, so I waited until the men went first, this way I could take my time to enjoy the hot water.

As soon as Soap left the bathroom, knowing that we was the last one, I entered, closing the door behind me. I stopped in front of the mirror, looking at myself. My face was pale, and my eye bags were colossal.

"Fucking Laswell..." I mumbled, taking off my clothes.

I looked back in the mirror, analyzing my naked body. I took my time to analyze the scar I had on my chest, running the tip of my fingers on it, a shiver going down my spine as the memories filled my mind.

I sighed and turned to the side, looking at the cut I had on my shoulder. It wasnt deep, it shouldn't leave a permanent scar. At least not this one.

After taking my time to look in the mirror I walked in one for the showers,  turning on the hot water. I let out a light groan as I felt my body relaxing under the shower. I needed this. I needed this so badly.

I started scrubbing my body with the vanilla scented soap I brought with me, making sure all the sweat and mud was gone, then I massaged my scalp with my shampoo, with the same vanilla scent.

As I was done I dried my body, then wrapped my hair into the towel, walking out the shower.

As soon as I did that, I felt my cheeks burning, as I froze in place. Alejandro was standing there, only in his boxers, preparing to take a shower on his own.

He stared at my naked body for a moment, before turning around. Youre such a dumbass Lilith...how could you wrap your hair in a towel, but leave the shower completely naked.

"lo siento mi señora." He said, closing his eyes.

His face had a slight tint of red, which gave me butterflies. It reminded me of the night we were drinking together...of his strong hands on my waist...of how much I wanted to touch him, and how much I wanted him to touch me.

My body started moving on it's own, as I found myself walking up to him, letting my hands on his shoulders. I felt his body jumping in place for a moment, opening his eyes.

I pressed my naked chest against his back. His body felt hot.

He turned around, letting his hands on my waist, looking down into my eyes. So mesmerizing...one of his hands ran up my body, grabbing my chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing me to look up at him.

"This isn't a behavior someone should have with their superior." He said, leaning closer to my face.

I could smell the gun powder and the cigarettes he had smoked before he walked in, but somehow...I found it an attractive scent.

"Hm and you dont like it... sir?" I asked, looking at him with puppy eyes.

He bit his lip, leaning in even closer, kissing me. His lips were dry, but it made my knees melt under my weight. Finally...the thing I've been waiting for is happening.