Second Ave Series: Ac-Counting on You (WLW)

So, What Do You Want to Do Now...?

This chapter contains mature themes.

As the rain overhead pelted down toward them, Brook and Gwen ran as fast as their legs would carry them into the doorway to the latter's loft building. Brook giggled as they made it inside, shaking her limbs loose of the droplets coating her blazer as she raised her head toward Gwen. She also chuckled along with her as she lifted her eyes while shaking out the tail of her dress, her face illuminated by the low lit street outside that cast it in an even more beautiful shade. Her fair skin glowed as Brook ceased her laughter, growing hypnotized in a second as she watched the raindrops traveling down the length of her neck and upper chest before they disappeared into her dress.

Brook hadn't lied when she told Gwen she was bewitched. She wasn't the type to tell a fib and she wasn't about to start now. Not with the woman of her dreams so close she could feel her body heat. Gwen's chuckles slowly died down as she also stared back into her eyes before she took her hand, leading her up the stairs to her loft. In silence, Brook followed as she ran her eyes along the back of her hair, French braided around the side and back of her head. Her dress clung to her, dripping rain onto the floor as they neared the hallway holding her home. After waiting for her to unlock the door and following her inside, the silence around them became palpable.

Brook swallowed hard as she stepped up behind Gwen and closed the door behind herself. She locked it and watched a shiver run through Gwen's body. That could mean several things. She could have been startled by the sound. Gwen could have jolted with the weight of them returning to her home hitting her square in the chest. However, as soon as she turned around and gazed longingly into Brook's eyes, she knew it was due to the thrill of what their night together brought. Gwen continued to glimmer as if her skin was coated in glitter and smiled from ear to ear as she took a step closer after taking off her wet heels.

"Tonight was... It was perfect, Brook."

She sent her a grin of her own as she also got rid of her shoes, trying to stave off the hunger building in her gut as she stepped nearer as well. "It was." She hazarded a big chance, taking hold of Gwen's hips only to have her close the distance between them. Brook ran the back of her index finger knuckle along her cheek and her eyes over her face before resting them on her ocean iris. "You were amazing tonight, Gwen. You didn't have a single attack, you stayed happy... I'm so proud of you."

Gwen's eyebrows arched as she began to wrap her arms around her shoulders, but stopped when she evidently recalled them being drenched from the rain still pouring outdoors with thunderous cracks. "We should get dry."

"I don't know..." Brook hooked her finger under her chin and directed her to look into her eyes as she kept their bodies together. "You look almost like a mermaid in a way. Like from the fables my grandmother read to me as a kid."

"Well, the best..." Gwen hissed off as she gathered Brook's blazer in tight fists along her chest and shivered with the caress of her hand along her neck. "The best thing to do would be to shower."

Brook felt her eyebrows hit her hairline as she startled, then sent her a grin she knew oozed with electrified intrigue. "Do you mean together?" Upon Gwen's timid nod, Brook bent her head and kissed her softly. Slowly. She took her time exploring as much of her as she could before she only slightly pulled back and stared deeply into Gwen's dark iris. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please, come with me."

Brook didn't need to be told twice and allowed herself to be led into the bathroom. Stepping past Gwen as she turned sideways and gestured toward the shower, she peered back toward her as she closed the door. Just as she recalled from her visits, Gwen had a rather modernized, water spout shower. As she leaned along the wall and watched her turning on the faucet, she surveyed how the clear liquid fell through the air like a literal waterfall was actually raining down toward the floor. The shower didn't have much of a rim and took up most of the space in the bathroom. In fact, Gwen didn't appear to use much counter space and it seemed as though she kept most of her toiletries in an open faced, built-in cabinet below a small window that let the street lights outside cascade into the room.