Archive-name: Casual/shower.txt Archive-author: Vermillion Archive-title: Shower She was standing in the bathroom powdering and rubbing lotion onto her legs. She had a dark towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. The bathroom was warm and steamy from the shower as she wiped the mirror to look at herself. Thoughts about today's presentation were running through her head. She was excited about the topic, and felt good about the work it represented. Lipstick, she thought, a little lipstick. The shower door opened, and she turned to kiss her lover. "Open your towel" he said, in a low voice. Her mind, somewhere else, came skidding back to his words, "Huh?" She was a little confused. "Open your towel" he said again, pantomiming what he wanted her to do, holding his hands wide. She blushed and shook her head no. "Yes" he said, simply, a command. She undid the towel, embarrassed, her mind filled with thoughts of being too heavy and being unattractive. "Wider" he said. And she complied, not raising her eyes. He murmured something appreciative, but she barely heard. One warm finger traced a line from nipple to just below her navel. "Beautiful" was his last word as he walked past her, out into the bedroom. She stood there, nude and shaking for a moment as he shut the door. Only after he had gone, did she realize he was naked, too, but she hadn't even noticed. --