Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Stubborn Shower

»»-----¤-----««Mallory's Pov»»-----¤-----««

For two days now, I have been staying in her apartment, never expecting that my own injuries would cockblock me. Yet here we are. I watch her as she stands before me while she checks herself out in the bathroom mirror. Despite the misery of the situation, at least she agreed to shower with me, that's one positive. She has no idea how she captivates me. Her delicate fingers touching her full lips and her alluring curves that strain against her clothes stir my imagination making me tense up, resulting in a sharp sting from the wound on my abdomen.

Fuck sake, she knows what she's doing.

She looks at me in the reflection of the mirror while she let's her clothes slip off her body. She slowly turns around to face me, her eyes speaking volumes as they scan my face. I can see a faint smirk tug on the corners of her lips as she does so.

"What is it Mallory, cat got your tongue?" Her taunting words fill my ears but I can sense a hint of playfulness beneath all of it. 

"Oh please Elin."

"Oh my god, you actually know how to say please!" She gasps acting surprised in the most theatrical way possible, resting her hand on her chest. "and here I thought I was imagining things."

A faint chuckle escapes my lips as I watch her intently, unable to look away. The fabric sliding off her body just moments before still lingers fresh in my mind. Her long, wavy hair cascades down her back as she leans forward to turn on the shower, testing the temperature. I'm transfixed, my gaze glued on her every move, the anticipation building. She has no idea the effect she's having on me.

"Alright, all set." She chirps, not wasting a single second getting into the shower sliding the glass door of the cubical to the side before she steps inside. A  fog of heat escapes the glass containment and makes me widen my eyes slightly. I actually convinced her to have a shower with me. Throwing my clothes aside as well, my eyes glance over towards the bathroom mirror she was standing in front of just a couple minutes ago. My wounds evident.

I accompany her immediately, sliding the glass door of the cubical aside before closing it behind me. The heat of the water creates a mist surrounding both of us, the only thing I see is her profile before she snaps her head towards me like an owl. 

"Turn around!" She exclaims making me furrow my brows. 

"Turn around? Are you serious Elin?" 

"Yes I am, turn around." She insists. 

"Are you seriously going to make me stare at the damp wall this whole time?" My tone is filled with peculiar amusement. 

"That's exactly what I'm going to do." She confirms, with a victorious tone in her voice. I scoff but eventually abide her wishes. I turn around facing my back towards her. While my eyes are glued to the wall following the droplets of water run down the tiles, I can feel a burning sensation that runs up my spine. 

Her stare. 

"Well Elin, I think this is pretty unfair wouldn't you say so?" My comment startles her, I can hear her gasp and scurry away again. 

Her voice muffled by the running shower water, she protests. "I have no idea what you're talking about." 

"Don't play games Elin, I can basically feel your eyes burn into my back." A smug smile dances on my lips before I run my hand through my damp hair. "I didn't take you as a voyeur darling, Interesting." 

"A what!?" She chokes out in shock. "I am not a voyeur! Not everyone is such a sex freak like you are Mallory!"

"And yet I am hearing no complaints Sparky." I cut her off hearing a scoff from behind me. 

"Just shut up and shower, looking at you is like looking at a naked rat." She sneers. Amusement seeps through me at her retort. The way she has me hooked every time when she gets angry, frustrated or petty with me. Those are the times she riles me up the most and fuck do I love it. 

I purr softly, "I don't know, Sparky, that says more about you than me." As I speak, I try to steal a glance over my shoulder at her exposed figure, which was surrounded by fog that had formed inside the shower cubicle.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" 

Turning swiftly, I lock eyes with her, backing her up against the steamy glass wall of the shower. I place my hands on either side of her head, leaving wet handprints on the glass. "Because you can deny it all you want Elin, but you like it when we play." 

She looks at me with surprise as droplets of water trickle down her collarbone and between her breasts. "That's bullshit." She counters.

"Not exactly a strong counter argument darling." I chuckle leaning in closer to her, our lips lingering closer and closer. 

"Mallory-" She speaks up softly while she's still pressed against the glass. 

"Hm?" 

"Your wounds." She reminds me and all it does is tick me off, making my eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

Fuck sake is she for real right now? We're in such close proximity, naked. But you're telling me she still only thinks of my wounds!?

I groan and roll my eyes in exasperation. "Are you fucking serious right now?" My voice echoes in the small space while I look down at her. She is remarkably oblivious to the depth of the effect she has on me.  "I'm fine." I bite back in a bitter tone. "You wanted me to stay longer, if not for anything remotely exciting. Then for what?" 

"Because your wounds need time to heal, you damn imbecile!" she shouts, raising her voice at me. Yet all I can think about is the irony of our situation: Despite refusing any intimacy, here we stand, naked bodies pressed together.

"Well no shit." I hiss. "You're so obsessively aware of my wounds and yet you are so incredibly oblivious to what you fucking do to me!" 

A silence grows between us, broken only by the sound of running water.

What the fuck did I just say?

"What do you mean?" Her tone changes into a curious one but I brush it off immediately. 

"Nothing." I push myself off the glass and step out the shower grabbing one of the bathrobes she had prepared for us. 

"Mallory." She calls out to me firmly while also stepping out of the shower. The moment she calls my name I snap back towards her and glare at her. 

"I agreed to stay a couple days longer, but I don't have to explain myself to you." I hiss. "You want to tend to my wounds so badly? Fine. Then I'm only here for my wounds." I add and walk out the bathroom leaving her alone in the space. 

What the fuck is wrong with me, why am I acting like this!? My composure is slipping away because of her and I can't have that happen. Fuck.

Authors note

Hey babes! Thank you for reading this chapter of "Dance of Affliction"! 

I've been planning the pacing of the storyline more hence why it took me so long to upload another chapter. Apologies! 

What can i say, Mallory is stubborn qslkdghslkghsgd

I am now working on a Christmas Bonus Chapter just like the Halloween one! Hopefully i can upload that one before the day itself! 

Thank you all for your patience! <3 

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