The Adventures of a Schiz and Her Lover

after the car accident

"Do you mind me doing this?" I ask nervously, looking at the water I've run in the tub for Xavier. "I could call... someone."

He looks up at me with a question in his eyes. "No it's fine... do you mind doing this?"

"Of course not!" I reply automatically. "It's just..." I can't look at him.

"I don't get it." He says, tilting his head to the side. "We bathe together every night. What's different?"

"Nothing... I guess. I mean, i'm undressing you."

"Are you blushing?" He chuckles.

"No." I cross my hands over my chest and turn my head away even though I know my complexion is too dark for him to actually see the heat on my face.

With a deep breath, I take the bottom of Xavier's shirt in my hands and begin to pull it up his chest.

"You know, that's the one garment I can remove myself." He grins mischievously as he raises his arms for me. Once his shirt is off my face really starts to heat up when I realize what I have to do next.

"Okay." I sigh.

"Citrus, although you undress me commonly at night, i'll spare you the panic attack and just call someone." He reaches for the phone and stop his hand with mine.

"No. I can do this." I growl. Finding my resolve, I move my lips to his. He makes a satisfied noise and then chuckles into me. When i pull back he's grinning. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me harder.

"You've gotta be turned on to get me naked, huh?" He laughs some more, enjoying this too much.

I reach down for his pants buttons and he jumps. He flushes as I laugh at his reaction.

"Who's turned on now?" I giggle, sliding his zipper down. He keeps his head turned away from me.

"I was just... caught by surprise." The teasing tone is gone from his voice.

"Don't get hard, don't get hard." I tease, in my deep impersonation of his voice, taking a shot at his thoughts. He makes a weird laugh-choking noise, making it evident that I hit the nail on the head.

I continue pulling his pants down his legs, squatting to pull off his shoes and socks before his jeans. I can feel him staring at me, and when I look up there's a familiar look in his eyes. His lips are slightly slack, his eyes lidded and dazed.

"Babe?" I ask, standing up. He licks his lips, blinks, and exhales.

"Sorry." He whispers, looking down. "You shouldn't be down there."

"Does it excite you?" I tease.

"Yes." He replies authentically and lustily, surprising me. I shake my head and look away. That doesn't help at all. My eyes fall upon his body. Dark brown skin all etched and built in muscles and abs. The bright bathroom lights making it seem like I've never seen him before like this. My eyes travel lower, to my last conquest, his boxers.

I look up at him in preparation, he bites his lip. I continue to look in his eyes as I pull his boxers down, he lifts his hips for me and I dedicate myself to look in his eyes as I pull his boxers down his legs.

"Uhh, babe." Xavier calls as I notice how warm his boxers have become. I look down to see that where my hand is.

"Oh." God, this is awkward. I pull my hand back to his boxers and pull them down his feet. "Let's hurry before the water gets cold."

I wheel him as close to the tub as I can before helping him onto his feet and into the tub. With a groan and a grimace he's able to get himself over the short wall of the tub and I let him gently down into the water. He sighs as he soaks.

"That's gotta get easier." He sighs. I strip myself down in front of him before climbing in in front of him. "There's some normalcy." He smiles, lathering soap over my bare skin with the a rag.