Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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Steam rolled lazily through the bathroom, wrapping everything in a warm, misty cocoon. Abigail reached into the shower, letting her hand pass under the hot stream before stepping in. She turned and held her hand out toward Emma.

"C'mon, sweetheart," Abigail said softly. "Careful with the step."

Emma slipped her hand into Abigail's, trusting her completely. Abigail guided her under the stream, and Emma let out a small, pleasurable sigh as the heat hit her skin.

"Mmm... that feels amazing," Emma breathed, resting one hand against Abigail's chest to steady herself.

Abigail smiled and brushed a few curls off her forehead. "Long day. You deserve this."

They stood like that for a moment, letting the water soak into their muscles, washing away any leftover stress. Abigail reached behind Emma, grabbing the shampoo and lathering it in her hands before massaging it gently into Emma's curls.

Emma leaned her head back into the touch immediately. "You're spoiling me again."

"Always," Abigail murmured near her ear. "Get used to it."

Emma shivered—not from cold, not from heat, but from the way Abigail's voice sank into her.

"Keep talking like that," Emma teased quietly, "and I'm gonna need another shower later."

Abigail chuckled under her breath and kissed the back of Emma's shoulder. "Behave, baby."

"Never," Emma said with a smirk, eyes half-closed.

Abigail finished rinsing her hair, then carefully washed her arms, her back, her sides—slow, attentive, affectionate. Emma returned the love, her hands trailing down Abigail's arms, lingering at her hips, playful and soft.

When they stepped out, Abigail wrapped a towel around Emma first, tucking the corner gently at her chest. She brushed her fingers along her jaw.

"You're glowing," Abigail whispered.

"That's just the steam," Emma whispered back, though she was definitely blushing.

"Pretty sure it's you," Abigail teased, kissing her forehead before wrapping her own towel around her waist.

Abigail finished reheating dinner and added a fresh sprinkle of herbs over the mashed potatoes, humming quietly as she worked. The warm aroma of butter, garlic, and seared steak drifted through the kitchen, mixing with the soft glow of the city lights outside.

Emma sat on the counter, towel wrapped around her, one knee pulled up, looking at Abigail like she was the only thing in the room worth paying attention to.

"You stare at me like I'm on TV," Abigail teased, glancing over her shoulder with a grin.

Emma sipped her juice through her straw, not even pretending to hide it. "Better than TV. Way better. Look at you... all domestic, all stylish, all mine."

Abigail laughed, shaking her head. "You're impossible."

"And you love it," Emma shot back, fluttering her lashes dramatically.

Abigail walked closer, grabbed Emma gently by the waist, and tugged her forward until their lips brushed. "I do."

Emma giggled against her mouth. "Now, go be a chef, baby. I'm hungry."

"Right after you kiss me properly," Abigail said.

Emma obliged, cupping the back of Abigail's neck and giving her a slow kiss that lingered a little longer than either of them planned.