Teach Me

Shower

Warning- a bit of smut... more romance and sensual than smut but there is nudity & mention of death

"If you don't mind, could I borrow something of yours?" Cate asked through the door. "What's that?" Y/N peaked from behind the door, seeming to not be decent at the moment but covering it up. "Oh, I was just asking if I could borrow something to wear for breakfast" Cate felt her cheeks heat up.

"Of course, help yourself to my clothes. Whatever you want to wear, you're welcome to it" Y/N looked Cate down and up. "I'll be a minute... just hopping in the shower" she bit her lip. Cate looked at her, smirking. They just stared at one another for a moment. The tension was so thick, you couldn't hardly breathe.

Y/N just opened the door slowly, revealing her body. She was only in her bra and underwear. She just looked at Cate, observing her reaction. Cates breathing became jagged. She sighed as she began to look at Y/N's body.

She bit her lip, very visibly attracted to who was in front of her. Then her eyes met Y/N's. Y/N then took a step back, inviting Cate into the bathroom with her. Cate did not utter a word, she just stepped forward, not ever breaking eye contact and shutting the door behind her, locking it for good measure.

Y/N walked over to the shower and turned it on, feeling the temperature, making sure it was warm, the perfect temperature. Y/N nodded at the water, indicating for Cate to feel and see what she thought. Cate turned it up a little bit more. There was a lot of steam building up in the bathroom. Cate liked the water a bit warmer than Y/N preferred but it was still comfortable.

Y/N looked at Cate, just scanning her with her eyes a bit. Cate then took off the shorts she was wearing, then her tee shirt. Cate stood there in her black lace, see through bra and black all lace underwear. Y/N stood there in her lace navy bra and polka dot patterned underwear with lace trim that had a little white bow on the front at the top.

   They stood there, looking at one another's bodies. They weren't being crude or sexual. They just studied the body in front of them, appreciating, observing, almost memorizing. It was as if they were going to be going blind soon, and they needed to study the person in front of them so they'd remember what they looked like forever. It was like that. They wanted to remember all of it. Every detail. So, they studied and observed as if they could do just that.

   Y/N slid her underwear down, and stepped out of them. Cate observed for a moment and then did the same. A delayed mirror of sorts. Y/N made eye contact with Cate, as she undid the hooks of her bra and it slid off her shoulders. Their eye contact never once broke. In fact, Cate kept her eyes on hers as she did the same thing. She unhooked her bra and it slid off her body.

   They stood there, staying in contact with eachothers eyes. They knew this moment would change everything. They would see each other, the most vulnerable they've ever been. This was a pivotal moment and they wanted to savor it. Finally Y/N shook her head "yes" and so did Cate.

   They then averted their gaze to each others bodies. They stared, studying each curve and flaw. The birth mark on Y/N's hip and the mole on Cates thigh. They both sighed as if they were holding their breath and they just looked at one another. They looked into one another's eyes and smiled.

   Y/N walked over to Cate, who was about 5 feet away. She dragged the back of her hand along Cates jawline, and pet her hair with the same hand. They rested their heads against one another and Y/N backed into the shower. Cate stepped forward, towards Y/N in the shower.

   Not a word uttered the whole time, the whole experience. Not a word needed to be spoken, it was perfect without. Y/N lathered up her own body, and Cate hers. They didn't even touch one another. The restraint it takes to not touch someone you've been dreaming of touching is immense.

They didn't feel that this moment needed it, though. They just existed, in the purest, most poetic state. They didn't need to specify, to ask, to object or question. They just knew that this moment was right and that it was necessary. Not a single touch, a single kiss. Their eyes lingered a bit, and their minds but they didn't do a single thing.

Believe it or not, they just wanted intimacy. Intimacy is not always sex. Intimacy gets mistaken for sex a lot. People actually get the two mixed up quite a bit. Intimacy is wanting to feel close with a person. Intimacy can be sex and sex can be intimate but... they are not the same thing. They can dance, mingle, intertwine but... they are never the same.

Intimacy can take on so many forms. One can be sex, another is telling someone a fear and being heard. One is a concert, where your favorite singer makes eye contact and it feels as if they are singing to you. Another is your grandmother dying, and you being there, telling her you love her as she takes her last breath.

Intimacy takes on so many forms, you see but it is not sex. Sex is an act, intimacy is a feeling. This is why they are never the same. This is what they have been craving. This moment. Not sex but intimacy. As the shower ended, they stepped out and dried themselves off.

Cate smiled at Y/N and they got dressed. Cate then kissed the top of Y/N's head. "Ready for breakfast?" She caressed her head. "Yes, I'm ready" Y/N hugged Cate and held her for a moment. Then they went downstairs, so they can all go to breakfast.