The Whipping Turn

Paris - Open for interpretation

A chilly Thursday morning, the lazy winter sun shone a blurred strip on the bed, a visual alarm for Jenna to get up for the day. As usual, Oliver's side was empty and cold. Jean had a large thigh thrown over hers but Jenna slid out silently and quietly so not to wake him. She knew he was stressed about a particular case and had been pretty restless the night before.

She made her way slowly to the shower, and was washing her hair with Jean's shampoo, she had forgotten her conditioner, dammit, when Oliver entered the bathroom, sweaty and dripping from his morning run. Quickly, he stripped off and joined her in the shower, giving her a brief kiss on the lips before moving to the second showerhead and turned it on.

"How's it feeling? You're moving it more." Oliver watched her balance on her good leg, while she carefully moved her ankle back and forth. If Jenna bent her knee she could feel some more tension but it still felt ok.

"Not too bad. I just want to be careful. Physio said I can start to ditch the crutches, but to not over do it. I'm not sure what overdo looks like..."

"Just keep what you're doing and not do anything crazy. Exercising and using it. And looking like a flamingo in my shower." And he gave her a half smile as he soaped down his strong body. The suds slid down his defined pecs and followed the rivets of his abs to that amazing 'V' of his groin. He reached under, unaware or unconcerned she was watching, to cup and rub his balls, in some sort of manner of cleaning. Jenna hid a smile and turned to rinse her own soap from her hair.

"I'm gonna be a fluffy flamingo. There's only boy stuff here. My hair is going to be a riot."

"Leave some stuff here if you want. Or I can pick up anything you need. There might be some stuff under the sink though...I think from Jean's mum staying?" Oliver scrubbed his face with his hands and water, turned off his water and left the shower. Army styles and Oliver was done in three minutes easily, but he reached back in to hand her a surprisingly expensive bottle of conditioner AND a face wash.

Jenna knew her face must have held a happily surprised look because Oliver laughed.
"You're easy to please, Jen."

Jean finally joined Jenna as she was rinsing her face while her long black tresses soaked in the chocolate-y smelling conditioner. Eyes closed, she heard him enter and wasn't startled when cool lips found hers under the warm water, and a tongue lazily swiped along her bottom lip.

"Mmmmm." Jean pulled away, "Good morning, Honey."

Jenna finished rinsing and wiped the water from her eyes to smile back at sleepy Jean as he cranked up the hot water and rolled his shoulders under the downpour, the muscles bunching and then his biceps bulging as he tilted his head back into the water and ran his hands through his hair.
God, Jenna thought, will I ever get sick of watching these two gorgeous men?

"Want me to pick you up tonight?" Jean's practical voice broke through Jenna's musing and she moved back to start rinsing her hair as she thought through her day.

"Uhhh, nooooo." Thinking about how today was going to work, Jenna felt disappointed she probably wouldn't see the boys tonight, "I'm going to head home, work from there and then head out to the 15th Arrondissement later. It's gonna be a mish and late getting back here, so I might have to see you tomorrow."

Jean looked at her and frowned. "What, why? What's in 15th?"

"I'm doing some free translations at the local Russian orthodox church from six until eight tonight."

"Sorry, what?"

Jenna spoke a little louder, perhaps he couldn't hear her over the water. "I'M DOING SOME FREE - "