The Little Witch's Imagines

Elijah: Need a towel?

IMAGINE: Reader walks in on Elijah showering. (Smut)

You heard the water running, but didn't think much of it. It could just be your good friend, Hayley, in which case neither of you were shy with each other. You had to get to work at the hospital in a few hours to work the graveyard shift; she was letting you use one of the bathrooms so you didn't run late.
Elijah, about to step out, saw your reflection in the mirror, before going to reach for his pants.
"I don't remember getting word you'd be...visiting," Elijah sighs.
"It was last minute. I like your bathroom best, it's got a bigger shower," you tease him with a little grin in the mirror.
Elijah wasn't about to tell you to leave. He knew that you fancied him; he returned the sentiment. However, it'd been hard to get to you, given he and Hayley were on estranged terms at the moment and you were always with her. It was fairly hard to take a moment to tell you how you excited him.
"So long as you're to be in here, could you spare a second to bring me a towel?" he asks you.
You had already removed your shirt, pulling up your bra strap. Reaching for a towel, he opened the shower curtain to remove it whilst looking you in the eye.
"I'm on a limit, you know," you said, leaning on the wall in front of him.
Elijah smiled like a gentleman, asserting his intentions with an invitation.
"Then it'd be best you join me, wouldn't it?" he says.
"If you're going to waste my hot water," you reply several seconds later, whilst removing your skirt and bra.
You closed the shower curtain behind you, turning to him without time to react before he kissed you, pulling you closer. It was hard to keep a grip on his solid shoulders, slippery from the shower head's rain. His hands obsessed over the curves in your waist and hips, growing more aggressive by the second. He pinned you against the tile wall, one of your legs at his hip as he continue to kiss you.
There was a possibility this was a one time thing in your mind, but it was worth it. At least, you'd had your shot. The shower had officially gone cold by the time you two were ready to towel off.
"Are you in need of a ride?" you didn't expect him to ask.
A big smile on your face, you left the shower first, answering, "Oh, I forgot to tell Hayley. I don't have work tonight."
Mischievously, you pulled them down to the floor next to you with the free hand that wasn't taking off your makeup with a towel. But confidence ran strong in that house. Elijah simply stepped out and took them from you; you proceeded to remove the clips from your hair, letting it tumble down over your bare chest as you slid your underwear and bottoms back on.
Impressed, he finished buckling up his belt and stepped toward you.
"So you intended to walk in here?" he insinuated, lifting your chin.
"Is that bad?" you purred.
He answered you with a pressurized kiss on the lips to which you answered.