The shower beat a soothing drum over her back and through her hair to her scalp.
She felt her muscles come undone and she heaved some air, letting her defenses fall only slightly.
She hated him right now.
She hated these daily “outings”.
She pumped the bottle of generic body and hair soap into her hands before lathering up and scrubbing herself furiously.
Her eyes closed, her neck rotating.
Once she was sure she'd gotten every part of her, she stepped under the streaming faucet and let it all run off.
Even after the suds had all gone she stood there.
These were her only moments of solitude, and while she didn't feel she needed them all the time... it was only her and Matthias for the most part...
She enjoyed the few moments alone.
But time was wasting, and she knew Matthias like the back of her hand.
He was already exasperated with her.
No reason to make him angry as well.
Shutting down the water she stuck her hand out and felt the scratchy material of the gym’s old towels.
Wrapping one around herself before stepping out, she was greeted by the same sight she'd seen when she went in.
Steam... and emptiness.
She grabbed the other towel she had taken and began pulling it over her head.
The sound of her feet slapping against the change room floor was loud and resounding with no excited chatter to fill in the rest of the echoing space.
Using the towel she had for her head, she wiped a circle in the mirror.
Her hair was already half dried, black as night, bangs falling softly into her eyes, natural waves cascading down her back and around her face.
Her icy blue eyes shone with cold brilliance as she surveyed herself.
Her collarbones stood prominent beneath her pale skin. She'd always been a delicate thing with long limbs, skinny, modest bust, narrow waist, with an hourglass figure.
Her finger and toenails were kept short, and painted black.
Reaching for the ratty old backpack she took with her everywhere she went, she pulled out her little make-up bag and produced liquid eye-liner and mascara.
Her hands were steady as an artist's as she traced the top lid of her eye with the ebony black liquid, the line slender and form fitting.
Lathering her lashes with matching mascara she batted her eyes softly. It was all she really needed.
She'd never been one for excess beautifying, except when the occasion called for it.
Soft pink was applied to her apparent, slender cheekbones for just a bit of colour.
And rouge to her lips.
She pulled her change of clothes from her bag, careful not to discharge her work out clothes as well.
She pulled on dark, dark blue skinny jeans and a white shirt that hung off her shoulder with burgundy lines running vertically along it.
It didn't matter that her bra straps showed; or even that you could see through the sheer fabric to the bra itself, which was black, or the curve of her breast in it.
She didn't care, and neither did Matthias.
If she didn’t know any better she would have said he preferred it.
She threw on an old beat up leather jacket and brought her foot to rest against the counter so she could tie the laces on her ratty, brass boots.
Her nostrils flared slightly taking in an ardent smell. Her eyes stayed focused on her fingers as they wound and tied the lace, a small grin adorning her lips.
"Couldn’t wait outside?”
"You're taking far too long." He breathed, his body suddenly just behind her.
She switched legs before glancing at him in the reflection.
His hair was dry like hers, but straight as a bone, layered messily, with bangs covering his eyes almost completely, along with his ears.
In this light he was almost paler then she.
He wore ratty jeans, with holes in the knees and Chuck Taylor's.
He also wore a plane white t-shirt, plaid button up and a leather jacket of his own. Just as black, just as worn, just as beat up.
"You… are just far too impatient." Their eyes contrasted so much; her's so blue and his so black.
"As you can see I'm almost done."
"Too long." he muttered, continuing to look at her through the reflection. His hand reached up to wind a strand of her hair around his finger.
She ignored the odd stir in her stomach as his breath washed down the back of her shirt.
Rolling her eyes, she let her leg drop sending her body away from his.
Drawing the string closed, she threw the flap over her bag and shrugged it on.
His hand abandoned her hair as he stepped away following her with his eyes as she turned to stare up at him.
“Where are we going now?”
“Out.”
