Heart of Titanium

Chapter 9: Open Wounds

Bryce awkwardly steps behind Cherise as he closes the shower curtain, keeping his distance so he doesn't press against Cherise accidentally.

Cherise patiently waits as she glances back to Bryce, over her shoulder, "Well? You gonna help or stare at me all day, dummy?" She said, giggling.

"Just give me a moment, Cheri. I've never showered with anyone else before." Bryce replied, nervously.

She giggled again at him obviously being flustered. "Hey," She takes his hand and puts it on her right shoulder, holding it with both her paws as she looks up at him, her back still facing him. "I know you won't hurt me. You're fine, just be gentle when your washing me. Okay?"

Bryce takes his free hand and slowly rubs it up her now damp belly, slowly gliding over her breasts as she blushes and exclaims quietly, shaking a little from his physical touch.

His hands slightly stung from the wounds on his knuckles, but he beared through the pain.

His hand then moves to her neck, as he pulls it back to kiss her while she looks up at him, her shaking a little and closing her eyes.

After a solid five seconds, Bryce then moves his hand to the back of her head to scratch her ears. She then reached one her hands to his abdomen area, and slowly moved down. Before she made it to his waist line, "W-wait..." Bryce said, sounding defeated.

Cherise looks up at him, "I-I'm sorry...did I do something wrong..?" She asked, guilt in her voice.

"N-no! Not at all. I'm just...not ready to take that huge step...yet. Y'know...of us-" He was cut off by her.

"I know." She said, leaning into his chest, her eyes closed. "I'm perfectly fine with waiting. Especially for you." She said, looking up at him, her body now sideways, leaned against his, her tail wagging a little.

Bryce smiles as he hugs her tightly, her soft chest pressed against his. After the hug, she glances down and blushes a little before turning around again. "D-do you still mind helping me wash?" She asked, one paw holding her arm, out of awkwardness.

"Not at all." Bryce said, taking the bottle of body wash mixed with fur shampoo and scrubbing her fur, seeing the red water hitting the drain, turning pink, and finally running clear.

After around thirty minutes, Bryce gets out of the shower and dries himself off, as Cherise scrubs her fur vigorously to get all the dampness out. Bryce then gets dressed, clicks his necklace back on his neck, and then sees Cherise climb out of the shower, too.

He smiles and looks in her eyes, "You sure you don't mind me seeing you like this? As long as you give me the 'okay'?"

"Of course," she said beaming, "I trust you, Bryson Clade." She held out her paws and cupped his face, her looking at both of his crystal blue eyes. With her body still damp, he could clearly see more features about her more easily. He didn't even blush or bat an eye, though. He just smiled and bumped foreheads with her again.

"I'll let you get dressed and comfortable," Bryce said, "Will you wanna join me to sleep tonight? I'll be honest, my bed does feel a little empty without you."

She giggles and blushes, "I was wondering when you were gonna offer that."

He turned around and brushed his teeth, putting on deodorant and all.

He then smiled at her before leaving to the bedroom, where he climbed in and scooted back towards the wall.

He then hears Cherise walk in the bedroom, her only wearing one of his shirts as she climbed into bed too, scooting back towards him, as he put his arm around her belly. She then softly grabbed his hand and made him put it on her chest, as she put both her paws on his hand, too.