Shifting Life

20. Return

Matt waved at Jacklyn to follow. He turned in on the parallel street, walked up a driveway and jumped a low fence in all his naked glory. They huddled across Veronica's house's tiny backyard to the side door. Matt unlocked the door in 5 seconds flat.

"Keep the lights off," he said.

He headed to the living room and carefully peered out on the street. Parked cars and darkness as far as the eye could see. Jacklyn took his cold hand and led him back to the bathroom. She put the shower on. When the water turned hot she slipped out of the coat.

"Come on," she said. "You first."

Matt sat down on the toilet seat and peeled off his shoes and socks.

"You're damn stubborn," he muttered. He didn't look at her before he stepped into the tub and under the shower head.

Jacklyn went back to the bedroom to pick up the one towel. Her nostrils widened.

There was a new scent in here, something she'd smelled before but couldn't place. The darkness made it hard to see if anything had been moved, but she didn't think so. She returned to the bathroom with the towel.

Matt must have thawed. He gestured for her to come. Or at least it looked that way through the semi see-through plastic shower curtain.

Jacklyn climbed into the tub.

Matt stepped to the side, but the tub was so narrow her shoulder brushed his chest. In an instant, all her senses came back alive. She glanced at him, confused and hungry.

There was a tight smile in the corner of his mouth.

"Let's get you cleaned off," he said.

Jacklyn closed her eyes and raised her face toward the shower head. Her hair grew wet and heavy on her head and shoulders. Hot water streamed over her chest and breasts. She felt warmth return to her icy toes. Life was good.

Jacklyn heard Matt pick up the shampoo bottle. He gently pulled at her hair, making her take a step back. He massaged her scalp with shampoo, before nudging her forward again to rinse it out. He moved her hair over one shoulder and stroked her back with soapy hands. Long slow strokes that made horsey purr.

Jacklyn tried to turn.

Matt protested. He continued, giving her rump a thorough soapy treatment and then a rinse. Done, he moved her hair back behind the shoulders. He stood very close behind her and she pushed her rear back a few inches. She was pleased she wasn't the only one who'd come back from the dead.

Matt murmured in her ear, some nonsense about how beautiful she was and what he wanted to do next if she was a good girl and didn't move and was very quiet.

Jacklyn ceased all action.

Matt poured more soap in his hands and massaged her breasts and stomach. He nibbled at her earlobe and kissed trails on her sensitive neck. She ached to, but didn't move a muscle.

His soapy fingers found their way down her mound. He stroked delicate folds, circling around her sensitive nub. He stroked her till her knees buckled and she moved feverishly to meet his touch. Then he rinsed her thoroughly and turned off the water.

Jacklyn turned around. Horsey sense tried to gauge what was going on.

What was taking so long?

Matt followed her jaw line with a finger. He moved some stray hairs behind her ear, his eyes totally focused on what he was doing.

"I did not see you coming," he said.

She felt it then. The treacherous mores between them. Depths opening.

It scared her, too.

Jacklyn rose on her tippy toes. She kissed him lightly, but with hot intent spilling in all directions.

Matt pulled half a smile, eyes glittering. He gently brushed her lips with his.

"I know how much you want to jump my bones," he said, looking deeply into her eyes. "But showers like these are death traps. Trust me. This is where you slip and crack your skull."

"I'll take my chances."

"Take me to bed," he said. "You won't regret it."

Challenge accepted.