Erasure and Affirmation (Hypernaturals 11)

Cool Down Period

Once we move ourselves to the Casa de Gata clinic, Denise took my temp. She called Jessica again. "103.4' She reported.

"Shit, Denise! Throw him in the shower. Cold water. Get him down to 100 at least. Vampires are not supposed to get that high." Jessica said.

"Got it." Denise said.

Denise went into the patient room, where Marvin stayed when he turned. I heard the shower turn on.

Denise came back out into the examination, testing, and treatment area of the clinic without her clothes on.

"Why are you still dressed? You heard what Jessica said. Your ears still work. Shower, mister. Now." She pointed the direction of the patient bedroom.

Denise looked at the device in her hand. "I doubt this electric thermometer is waterproof. Need an old school thermometer." She rummaged in the drawers below the glass-fronted drug and supply cabinets as I took off my clothes. It felt better not wearing them.

"Ah. Here is one. Old school Vampires have old school gear..." Denise said, holding up her find.

She looked at me. "Why are you standing there? Shower is that way."

Arm pointed. Finger pointed. Expression and posture all said 'make it march, private.'

How to tell I have a fever: I wondered if all that lovely skin was Vampire cool as her hand had been on my face. I said nothing, as there is no way not to sound like I am hitting on her.

Once in the shower, Denise took my temperature. Now I understood why she stripped off. She got into the shower to take my temp. Where we touched because of the size of the shower I could feel that her skin is nice and cool.

Denise set the thermometer aside, in a plastic case, and adjusted the water to be colder.

"You know that taking cold showers is just a myth. Doesn't help with erections at all." I said, to be saying something.

"You don't have a boner. I would have noticed. In this space, you would be touching me with it, and that would be distracting." Denise said as she kept adjusting and sticking her fingers into the water flow to get it to her satisfaction.

"Oh." I released some of my biological response control. Easy to do, given naked Denise. I always control. It's my default setting.

She looked again. "Well done. You now have an erection pointed at me, and pressing into my upper hip. Terrible aim." Denise noted.

"You noticed." I said, in an 'aww shucks' way.

"I didn't know you cared..." Denise said, adjusting the shower head to have water more evenly flow over me, then taking my temperature with her hand in my forehead, then under my arm. So cool.

"Bullshit." I said.

"Ok. Fine. I knew. I know. It's mutual, OK? Happy?" Denise said.

"I prefer honesty in things like that." I said and put my hip-pointer away. I may have a fever, and her cool hands may be an actual turn-on that is not one I would have expected, but I am still me.

Denise looked down when I stopped touching her on her hip. Gave the slightest head shake. "That is... amazing. Your body control is zen-like." Denise said as she watched. "I am not sure how I feel about that. I am more used to men seeing me naked and NOT having control. Some women, too. I made a living off people not having control when they see me naked. How I turned. Not you, though. Not sure I like that at all. I am used to being the one in control."

"Yes, well, you have never had to deal with your body being an unlicensed pheromonal weapon. Walking, talking chemical warfare. I HAD to get this kind of control. Otherwise you would have offed me." I pointed out.