Finding Rory

Chapter 17: Such a Good Wife

"Mare? It's time to get up," Tristan said the next morning. He was kissing down her shoulder in an attempt to wake her up.

"Need more sleep," Rory groaned.

"You're adorable when you're waking up. Come on, you need to get moving so you're ready to go when Steph gets here."

"So mean," Rory pouted.

"If you get up now we can take a shower together," Tristan whispered in her ear.

"Hmm...maybe you're nice," Rory replied coyly. "Go start the shower, Romeo. I'll be right there."

"Romeo?" Tristan chuckled.

"It's only right. You were the Romeo to my Juliet in high school, even if you ended up being a no-show Romeo."

"Romeo it is," Tristan conceded with a laugh.

He started the shower and soon felt her snuggle into his side under the water.

"So sore," she groaned.

"You'll get used to it."

"Yeah, but until then it sucks," she said pitifully.

Tristan positioned her directly under the stream of water and began massaging her shoulders and arms, working out the soreness.

"You...are amazing," Rory moaned as he worked on her sore spots. "Incredibly talented hands."

"That's not all they're good for," Tristan whispered seductively.

"Oh, I'm well aware," Rory chuckled. "But we don't have time for that right now."

"No, we really don't," Tristan pouted.

"You, however, have a problem," Rory giggled.

"Looks like it's time for another cold shower."

"Cold showers are highly-overrated," Rory replied.

"Well, what else do you suggest?"

"Hmm...I have an idea," Rory said, sliding down onto the floor of the shower.

"Mare, you just said we don't have...oh my god," Tristan moaned leaning back against the shower. "You...oh, god."

"Better than a cold shower," Rory murmured.

"I'll say," Tristan said happily.

Tristan and Rory emerged from the shower twenty minutes later, both smiling widely.

"That was...you were...wow," Tristan said with a grin.

Rory just laughed at him and shook her head.

"You're pretty cute when you're basking in the afterglow," Rory teased.

"I'm just appreciating my girlfriend's outstanding talents," he shot back with a raised eyebrow.

"You just need to get dressed before you're late for work," she countered.

"Yeah, yeah," he joked as he walked to his closet.

They met in the kitchen twenty minutes later, him ready for work and her ready for her day out with Steph. She handed him a travel mug of coffee and a container of fruit for him to eat after he got to the office.

"Such a good little wife," he teased.

"Ha ha ha. Just trying to be helpful."

"And I appreciate it very much, Mare. You know I'm just giving you a hard time."

"I know. You'd better go," she reminded him.

"I'm leaving. Here," he said, sticking something in her back pocket. "Use it."