Blind Promises

7. Another Shower

He stood up, half naked and self aware, she was ridiculously close to him and just as half naked. She walked with him to the shower and told him where the step was, held on until he was on the bench. Before she could go, he reached up and touched her face. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Gwen touched his hand and let it slip from her face to call Rich. Liam shook his head a little, she was not an angel, not really and he knew it. He had to get his head out of his ass and figure out what was going on. Her presence was distracting him but now that she was here, he wasn't going to let her go until he was more than certain she was safe. A day or two and the shock would wear off, he'd be fine. He tossed the shorts and underwear out of the shower and stood under the water. She was right, of course, he was itching to be rid of the grime. He let the hot water pour over him, hypocritical maybe, but it felt good. He scrubbed himself clean and shampooed his hair. A few more minutes under the hot water and he turned it off and walked back to the bench. Knocked his knee hard on it, but at least he found it.

"Any word on that towel?" Liam asked. He'd heard her talking to Rich on the phone off and on. The last thing he'd heard her say was, "You know, you are a pain in my ass."

Gwen chuckled, "Yeah, sorry, I meant to have it in there but I was too busy embarrassing Rich. He is apparently incredibly bothered by a woman without any pants. I didn't tell him I didn't even try the other pair on."

"You are wicked... fallen angel maybe?" Liam amused himself as he dried off. She handed him a t-shirt, some underwear, and that was it. "There seems to be missing components to my BDUs, Gwen."

"Won't you get them wet?" she asked innocently. Liam shook his head, he'd showered in countries considered hostile after a couple of months with nothing more than baby wipes. But, she was a civilian, it wasn't up to her to know that. "Sweetheart, I promise I'll manage, but if you want to wait until I get these on I'll let you know when I'm ready for them."

"Sure."

She was so matter-of-fact, like it was just another day at the office, he couldn't believe her. Fifteen minutes before, she was stripping him naked with all the authority of a high ranking official and now she was like a kid again. "Okay, I'm ready."

Gwen plopped them down in his lap, "There ya go. Your socks and boots are out here. Let me know when you're ready to step over that lip."

He wasn't quite ready for the lap full of pants, meaning she'd just pulled back the curtain and dropped them on his crotch. She obviously wasn't one for too much modesty. He pulled the pants on, they fit like they were made for him, they were really. He stood and turned toward the door, "Okay, I'm set to step down, I got it, but just know I'm coming out."

Liam stepped down out of the shower and lost the flip flops immediately, "How do you wear those things?"

"Well, a lot better than you do. My feet are much smaller than yours. Here, sit and I'll help with these boots." Gwen offered.

Liam smiled, "It's okay, I can do this in my sleep. I have before, many times."

He pulled on the socks and slipped his feet into the boots and pulled the laces tight and tied them expertly. He repeated the process with the other boot, Rich had left them ready for wear.

"I'm impressed, I guess it's ingrained." Gwen clapped quietly. Liam stood and bowed a little, "Indeed, it's a trick of the trade. So, are you still in your underwear?"

Gwen hummed, "I had a tank on, you prudes. But no, someone found some scrub bottoms. It feels a lot less disrespectful. Even if they are a bit more military and a lot less regular scrubs. I'm not complaining, they are clean, they fit, and they have no glass in them. As a bonus, everything matches."