Two days later....

You have been asleep for a long time and Kakashi has been right beside you. He has wiped the blood and mud from your beautiful face, made sure you were as comfortable as possible in your bed and stocked up your fridge with chimichangas just in case you wake up hungry for six at a time. There isn't much else he can do. He fumbles around your house in an anxious spiral waiting for you to wake up.
Occasionally you would stir and purr softly in your sleep. At those times he would sit beside you, stroking your hair, his heart thumping with anticipation that you might open your golden eyes to him. But countless times you would settle back down into your deep sleep without any signs of consciousness.

He had called upon many healers including Sakura to try and wake you. But no one seems to understand why you continue to stay asleep.

"She just needs rest..." Sakura kept saying as she analyzed your body for the seventh time upon his request. "All her vitals are stable, her body has completely healed. We just need to wait..."

But Kakashi is aching for you.....

The longer he waits the more anxious he feels. He replays the events leading up to this point over and over. And if he isn't replaying the past he is analyzing the future. You have been through so much and it isn't over yet.

As he places his hand over your forehead to routinely check your temperature a knock sounds on the front door.

A voice calls through it.
"It's me! Naruto!"

  Kakashi sighs deeply and follows the voice downstairs. He swings open the door and is met with a very concerned expression.
"What happened?" He asks, assuming something the worst.

Naruto's eyes drop to the cement porch, they flit about as he tries to come up with words.
"We have a problem..."

Kakashi runs both hands through his hair cursing loudly.
"Fuck sake!...She's not even conscious!."

"I know." Naruto replies sincerely.

Kakahi waves him inside, shutting the door behind them. He follows Naruto into the kitchen where he offers him something to drink.
"Coffee?"

Naruto takes his seat.
"You know how to make coffee?"

He begins to take out the coffee grinder and beans, pouring a measured amount into its bladed top.
"I've learned a few things from Hana.." He replies.

Naruto shrugs.
"I'll give it a shot then."

Kakashi continues to prepare a pot of coffee while Naruto explains.
"There's been an assassination attempt on the land of iron."

At that bout of information, Kakashi fumbles with the scoop of coffee grounds he was just about to pour into the machine.
"Shit..." He says and scrambles to clean up the mess off the counter, settling on gathering it all up in his hands then pouring it into the coffee machine. He adds one more scoop before taking the pot to the sink. He fills it with water, a ratio of two scoops to four cups, just as he has watched Hana do in the past. Then he switches the machine on and focusses back on Naruto. He leans over the counter, flexing his muscles with tension thought of this new information.

"He survived?"

Naruto nods.
"Barely, Arufa is now permanently paralyzed from the hips down. He no longer has use of his legs."

Kakashi smiles to himself very satisfied with that part of the story.
"Do we know who did it?"

He nods.
"Yes, they were able to capture one assassin. With extensive interrogation they found out the assassins were from the..."

And Kakashi finishes his sentence.
"Land of rain..."

Naruto raises his brows.
"Hmm....You suspected correctly. Everyone else thought it was the land of lightning."

Kakashi shrugs it off.
"It just makes sense. The land of lightning has specific jutsu abilities with not much diversity. It would be easy to pick them out once they started their attack, especially if they used lightning jutsu. Amekagure shinobi have much more diversity in their jutsu making it harder to tell where they are from. I would send the land of rain too if it were me attempting an assassination."

Naruto shakes his head.
"Well...I'm glad you're on our side."

He shrugs it off. It's just common sense...really...

The coffee machine chimes, catching Kakashi's attention.
"What do you want in your coffee?"

"I'll take it as it is." Naruto replies.

A few seconds later they are sitting across from each other taking their first sips of coffee.

"Not bad." Naruto says holding up his cup.

"I may be old...but I can still learn a thing or two." Kakashi replies swallowing down a big gulp.
"So, tell me....was it the samurai who saved his weak ass? Or someone else?"

Naruto tilts his head.
"From the way you asked that question I can assume you already know. But I'll humor you. It was the Gelel stone user they had been holding captive. In their last attempt to save Arufa they had unleashed her on the assassins. How they got her back in that iron cage is beyond me." He strokes his chin thoughtfully.

"Arufa may be a useless ninja, but he is not stupid. In fact he is a very intelligent man. He must have gained her trust somehow, possibly using his genjutsu techniques." Kakashi replies.

"Well fuck...doesn't place another hinderence in our plan."

Kakashi shrugs.
"Actually, it's sort of perfect. Their failure in assassinating the Prince is our leverage. The land of rain can now be brought to proper trial which means any ninja leaving that land will be escorted by trackers or black ops. All clan members of Amegakure will be summoned back to the land of rain and held under proper investigation in the public eye this time, not just their allies."

Naruto nods thinking about that.
"That's true, so there's one positive. But what about our crippled prince? We need to show strength between Hana and Arufa to swoon the audience."

Kakashi shakes his head.
"This is probably the best part of this whole mess."

Naruto cocks a doubtful brow.
"How?"

"Who wouldn't want to see love blossom towards a crippled man. Hana will show pity on him, and admire his strength though all that has happened. If anything it will show the world Hana's kind nature and her true love towards him. And it works out even better for me. He has no ability to use his dick...therefore attempting to sleep with my woman is out of the question. He isn't even at eye level anymore so kissing is barely an option...either."

Naruto laughs.
"True. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. I'm glad I came to talk to you about it"

His generosity sparks some anger in Kakashi. As it reminds him of how much of an asshole he has been to you since you arrived here in Konoha.
"You're lucky we are even discussing this at all."

And Naruto's smile fades quickly.
"Yeah...look Kakashi. I'm sorry for treating Hana the way I have. I should have been more respectful to her. I know this now. Once she is awake and you two have had your time together I would like to award her with a Leaf headband and uniform as well as her own parcel of land as a thank you for saving Himawari. She deserves it."

"Yes she does...." A silence grows over them as they sip the last mouthfuls of their coffee. Kakashi reflects on his own behavior, for not giving Naruto enough credit for his efforts. Maybe he was a little too hard on him back at his house.
"I apologize for being so harsh earlier. I know you're doing what is best for Konoha."

They both share a moment of sympathy and acknowledgement with each other. For they had both gone too far with their emotions but with the best intentions in mind.

"Thank you....although you were right in some aspects...anyways...The land of lightning is building defenses. However not all clans are on board. There is fighting amongst their leaders. Which is also good news as it buys us more time."

Kakashi rolls his eyes.
"They are all a bunch of fuck-tards. I'm honestly not too concerned."

"Really? And why is that?"

"There are other forces at work here. It's only a matter of time before this all falls apart on them. And besides we have our beautiful stone user reinforcing that."

Naruto searches Kakashi trying to figure out just what he is planning. He always has something up his sleeve and isn't always willing to share it. He tests that theory.
"What do you know that I don't know?"

Kakashi looks him square in the eyes, with a dull expression and shrugs.
"Nothing." He lies.

Naruto shakes his head.
"You know, one day you'll have to start trusting the world."

He leans forward and tilts his head.
"There is only one person I trust completely right now. And she is everything to me....don't get me wrong Naruto, I trust you with my life. But there are things that aren't my responsibility to enclose. These things will come to light soon."

Naruto sighs.
"Alright....look, there's something I need to inform you about....this was an executive decision by not only me but our allied leaders."

"What now?!" Kakashi growls.

"You have been granted permission to accompany Hana to the land of iron. But it will have to be without her knowledge. She must not be aware of your presence. Your appearance cannot resemble you at all. I have arranged for someone to help you recreate yourself to look unrecognizable under your Anbu uniform."

Kakashi leans back in his chair thinking of how wrong this is. To lie straight to your face may cause a huge rift in your relationship. You had both sworn honesty to each other and now he is being forced to hide himself from you. He knows exactly why Naruto and the others have made this decision as they can't have any interference between you and Arufa. If you know he is there watching your interactions you may not be as believable as they want you to be.

"The artist is great! She can make you look like you're in your thirties."

In a condescending tone Kakashi replies.
"I am in my thirties!."

Naruto laughs and smiles slyly.
"Hey, all I'm saying is she's good at what she does."

"No thanks, I'll do it myself."

"Oh come on Kakashi. We need this to be as believable as possible."

"What makes you think I'm not capable of doing it?"

Naruto shrugs.
"Well for one, you never take off that mask. Do you even remember what you look like underneath it? There's also the aspect of wearing makeup to cover up that scar...do you even know how to apply makeup?"

A devilish grins enters the room. Kakashi lifts his chin high and reveals a life long secret he has been holding in for a good portion of Naruto's life. "Do you remember years ago when you hired that photographer to spy on me?...Sukea was his name..."

"Well yeah, he was super helpful. But I haven't seen him since that day...come to think of it he....wait...."

Naruto stops all breathing at that point. His jaw drops and his eyes nearly bulge from their sockets.
"No way!"

Kakashi nods defiantly.
"Yes way."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Nooooo!"

"Yes, times infinity, Naruto!"

"What the hell man?" He whispers to himself. "This whole time?"

"This whole time." Kakashi confirms. He crosses his arms smiling with victory.

"Well shit...I guess you got what it takes."

"I do..."

"Alright, I'll tell her she is not needed. It's up to you to make it convincing. If it isn't then you won't be going. I'm sorry but that is just the way it is, I don't have any more say in the matter. It took a lot just to get you on the black ops list."

"I understand. You won't be disappointed. Although I can't say the same for Hana."

Naruto blows out a breath.
"I'm scared to have that conversation. Her words can cut like a knife sometimes."

"Yes they can, and I wouldn't have that any other way. I'll talk to her about it....Now, is there anything else we need to talk about?"

"One more thing...what did Sakura say about her health?"

Kakashi sighs.
"Overall she's fine. She just needs a good rest."

"Well she can take her time as plans to move forward with the land of iron are on hold for another week."

"Great! Maybe it will give me time to actually take her out for a proper date. I believe I owe her three dinners now."

Naruto chuckles.
"Let's hope she wakes up soon then." He lifts a fist towards Kakashi for a fist bump. Which he returns the favor feeling much better after their talk.

"Right. I should go check on her." Kakashi replies and gathers their coffee cups.

"I should get going too, I'm almost finished getting your house back together and next is mine. Take it easy ok? And let me know when she's awake I'll start preparations for the honoring ceremony."

Kakashi throws the cups into the sink and salutes Naruto who sees himself out the door.

He approaches the bedroom and hears an unusual shuffling noise in the bedroom. It can only mean one thing...you're awake and he couldn't be more excited about it. He hurries into the room and sits down beside you just as he's done so many times before.

He watches the way your brows knit together as you come to your senses, with melodic hums of confusion.

Then you start to panic and open your eyes springing up from your pillows.
"Himawari!" You shout.

He gently places his hands on your shoulders catching your attention.
"Hey...shhhh...it's ok. Everything is ok.."

Your eyes search his, and in an instant your panic subsides.
"Kakashi?"

"In the flesh."

You groan and place a hand on your forehead still feeling the confusion.
"I feel like I've been asleep for days."

He chuckles.
"You have."

You look at your hands and body, examining all of the blood and grime caked onto it.
"Gross....I need a shower."

He laughs harder.
"You do."

Then you look up at him with those loving eyes, golden, shining brightly and smile with warmth.
"Aren't you full of honesty right now." You playfully state.

He places a hand over his heart.
"It's just who I am, Hana."

You laugh sweetly and with watering eyes you embrace him desperately. Your small arms wrap around his neck pulling him deeper. He can hear you breathe deeply into his shoulder, capturing as much of his scent as you can. It makes him smile from the inside out as he indulges in how perfectly you fit in his arms and despite the mud and dust, you still feel so soft somehow.

"What happened?" You ask.

He strokes your back, noticing the flakes of mud and blood dusting off onto your sheets. He explains.
"You went unconscious after you hit Naruto's dining room table. Good thing you grabbed onto Himawari, more explosions came out from that portal you created. Shirou and I managed to get it closed just in time."

You sigh into him.
"I'm glad everyone is ok."

"Thanks to you." He replies and tries to sweep his fingers through your hair, only for them to get stuck half way through.

"I am disgusting." You whisper into his shoulder.

He chuckles, not even caring at all about the dirt and grime, or blood for that matter. But to ease your discomfort he will take you into the shower and wash you down.
"You're still beautiful even as a dirt kitten." He replies and picks you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You hoist yourself up further and begin to protest.
"Dirt kitten?!" You reply, scowling beautifully. 

"Yes, a very dirty kitten that needs a bath. And in this form you won't be able to toss me in first this time.."

You place your hands on his shoulders looking into his eyes again and begins to laugh.
"My cohort threw you into a bath?"

"She sure did. But you won't be as successful as she was I promise, so no point in resisting." He walks you into the bathroom with you questioning many other things he hadn't told you your cohort has done while you were gone.

"There's more...I even brushed the guts from her teeth." Kakashi says as he places you on the vanity counter. He walks over to the shower and turns it on, testing the temperature. 

"That's even worse...I'm sorry Kakashi."

He shrugs.
"It was fine, it had to be done."

"Still...."

Once the temperature is just right he comes back to you removing every bit of clothing he has on. You sit obviously gawking at his body as he comes to retrieve you, making him smile inside. He begins to think of all the things he wants to do with you during your shower. It has been so long since he had your sweet pussy clenched around him, he is desperate for it. As much as he wants to ease into this he just can't. He needs you badly. So badly he doesn't even give you the chance to remove your own clothing. He instead hooks his hands around your thighs and hoists you back up, wrapping those meaty thighs around his waist once again.

You don't hesitate to whine about showering in your clothes. But he ignores your sassy tone and carries you straight in anyways. You hum at the sharp patter of heat from the drops of water soaking your back side. He gives you time to adjust to the feeling while watching your smooth skin wash clean, listening to the way you moan about it. You lift yourself off his chest leaning your head back to wash some of the dirt from your hair.

You smile sweetly and confess.
"This is almost as good as an orgasm." 

He laughs and takes that as a challenge, for you won't be leaving this shower without a mind blowing orgasm...

You run your hands through your hair whipping it about in the water, tainting it brown. Soaking your shirt which has now stuck to your skin revealing the outline of a lacy bralette he is entirely jealous of. He wants nothing to do with either the shirt or bra, or any clothing for that matter. It's almost a crime to wear clothes in front of him at all.

"Take off your shirt." He demands with more tone than expected. But only due to the irritating throb of his rock solid cock. He is having a hard time containing himself and swears every time you are this close to him he is suffocated with your beauty. You are just so fucking sexy it hurts...

And you smile deviously back at him, which only means you will be toying with him for this entire shower. You innocently point to your shirt.
"You want this off?"

He huffs at you and replies impatiently.
"Yes."

"So impatient." You tsk.

Damn right he is...he is desperate for some release, so desperate to make your pussy explode with pleasure. So very desperate to feel that blissful buzz of energy you shock him with. He grips your thighs and grinds against your pussy, earning a small gasp from you.
"Very impatient, now do as your told." He says with authority.

Your eyes become wild, your expression untamed. Then you say the words that both shame his age yet make him feel empowered for some fucked up reason.

"Yes daddy."  Escapes your glistening  lips and you slowly remove your shirt. He watches as your full breasts jiggle as they settle back into place, nestled into that sheer sage colored bralette. That alone sends him diving into your cleavage to get his fill of supple flesh before you can even throw your shirt to the stall floor. He licks at the drops of water spilling into the crevice, noticing the taste of blood still lingering on your skin.

You need a good clean, and it will be a lot more fun this time. He steps away from the streaming water until his back hits the shower stall then lowers you both to the floor. You adjust yourself over his crotch, wiggling your hips to nestle back in. He helps you by running his hands up your skirt and squeezing the most fleshy parts of your hips.

"Take this off too..." He says as he lifts up your skirt revealing your tight little pussy covered up by a matching set of Kakashi teasing panties.

Slowly you raise your skirt higher and higher drawing it out as long as you can. Then you stop for a moment and lock eyes with him just to tease him further.

He cocks a brow at you.
"Anytime...."

You snicker and bite your lip then finally begin to actually remove it.

"Good girl." He mumbles.

Unzipping the zipper on the side and lifting the skirt over your head you throw it to the floor. Flawless skin glistens in the light from the shower stall window. He pushes you back by your shoulder to get a good look at your wet body. You are heavenly in every light, but this one in particular....with everything wet and slippery, steam billowing around you and a sun kissed golden glaze sparkling over curves. You are something to worship.

He breathes out through his nose as he looks you over. You are watching him run his eyes over your body. Stopping at your most precious areas to give an experimental touch. Just to see your reaction. You are purposely taking your time with him, not helping him out at all. It's as if you want him to do the work while you resist him as much as you can....

He runs a full hand down your front, smoothing the lines of your abs before curling it around to your ass. He squeezes hard, making sure to watch your expression. Your brows knit together and you shut your eyes, biting your lip to hold back a small squeak. In that painful grip he feels a wave of heat over his crotch and a small clench of your pussy. It coaxes him to grind into you harder, making his breath falter. It was then you released a small spark of that energy he is so addicted to. He closes his eyes and leans his head back against the tile wall feeling dizzy over it already. You are absolute bliss.

You hover over him, place your hands on his cheeks, aligning your mouth with his. He sighs again and opens his eyes to yours then lifts his chin to press a soft wet kiss to your lips. He now has a new fetish, and that is everything wet and slippery. The way your lips slide over his with such ease reminds him of your wet pussy when he's pounding into you. It is such a fucking turn on. As you plunge your tongue into his mouth catching his own he groans against your lips. Feeling how real you are and not just those agonizing daydreams he has tortured himself with for days.

You are now rocking your hips, dragging those Kakashi teasers up and down his length making him grunt as your squishy folds brush up against his tip. With each rock you zap him with energy dizzying him—-.if you don't slow down soon he may cum shamefully from the friction alone. So he stops you. Holding your hips in place, shuddering as you try to resist him.
"I...want these...off." He says, flicking a thumb over the string of your panties..
And with little effort he snaps one of the thin straps holding those sage colored Kakashi teasers in place. All it took was a quick tug from two fingers and the ensemble covering your pussy fell apart.

It makes him laugh at how easy that was. Which you question immediately.
"What's so funny?" You ask, pouting your lips.

Then he blurts out something stupid, although he thinks it's amusing.
"A string and a napkin is about the same effort..." He replies, making sure to capture your unimpressed expression.

At that you cover his mouth and begin your scolding.
"Maybe I should wear nothing at all!"

He nods into your hand with a half covered smirk.

"Ohhh...I'm sure everyone else would love it too, especially while I'm wearing a skirt." You reply and release his mouth to flick his forehead.

You have him at that, now his stupid remark has got him thinking of how many men would die to see that. But those thoughts are quickly washed away by the removal of your bralette and the drops of water slipping down your breasts and over your nipples.

He watches you rise up and reach out for his bar of soap then nestle back into his lap.
"Now....I need a good wash and would like you to do it." You take his hand and shove the soap into it. "I want you to get all the places I can't."

And he opens his big mouth again, this time retorting over your daddy comment.
"Yes master." He replies condescendingly and grins.

He begins his wash down with your shoulders, sweeping over clay that has darkened parts of your skin in streaks. His hands spread over your chest, keeping the soap secured in the dip of his right palm. He caresses your breasts making sure to get an equal amount of soap on each. You whisper I like that, quietly to yourself making it even more painful being outside of you.

He can't wait to be inside you. To feel you pulsing around him as he fills you up. He hopes this time he can claim that womb of yours. It's been a dream of his for a few days now. What set that dream in place was taking care of you for so long. He has wiped blood from your mouth, closed up wounds, fed you, clothed you, taught you, even bathed you—-from the start he has been by your side to love you and help care for you no matter what form you take on and that will never change. Now, he is sure he can care for a child just the same. It will be this way for the rest of his life...

As his thoughts drift off into dreams of marriage, children and spending the rest of his life with you— he continues to caress your body, making it as slippery as possible feeding his new fetish. His hands make their way down to your hips where he sweeps the soap around to your back making sure not to miss any part of you.

"Hmmm....yes..." You sigh, shivering with goosebumps.

Once he feels you are lathered up enough he throws the soap to the corner of the shower stall and leans you back into the spray of water still glistening in the misty light. You lift your head back to catch it in your hair again and let the rest of it trickle down your front, infatuating him at how sleekly designed your body is. You lean back a touch further, exposing your pussy to him. In this position you are just asking to be touched.

So he does... he rests his hand over the top of your womb and drops his thumb, aligning it with your sweet little clit—-a small tap and you twitch while humming about it.

He pauses for a moment, just to tease you.

"Is that it?" You ask with tone.

He chuckles and taps you twice more, drawing a short whine from you.
"Come ooon, Kakashi..."

He laughs again and removes his hand, reversing it into a cupping position. His finger drops lower, just barely breaching your entrance, but it's enough to make you latch onto his forearm tightly to brace yourself. He leans over, letting his head hang next to yours, and his mouth stops right beside your ear.
"So impatient." He whispers into your ear, earning a short growl back.

You had expected him to finger fuck you, he knows it, but he doesn't want to risk cumming outside of you as he watches you explode with pleasure. He is extremely sensitive already, so he removes his hand and grabs himself, running his length along your folds, pushing against your entrance the tiniest bit before sliding back up to your stomach. His one hand is gripping your thigh, his thumb caressing it in a circular motion. The teasing turns you on even more and he knows it. And God, the visceral need that oozes off of you  —the way you look down at him with wide, pleading eyes, the way you emit the cutest whimpers without even realizing it, the way your muscles twitch instinctively every time he nudges his dick against you— it's enough to drive him insane.

He squeezes the tip of his cock testing its stamina before removing it from your stomach and guiding it down through your folds again, perfectly hitting your clit on its journey as it presses against your hole. His mouth distracts you as he adjusts himself, and he never falters his movements. His controlling lips slot between yours forcefully, slipping his tongue past your teeth at the same time he enters you easily.

You cry out against his mouth as he forces your hips down to the hilt. He stops all movement for a moment to let you adjust to his size and looks into your eyes.

He doesn't even bother to ask if you're ok, for the wild look of determination and lust quivering over your lips shows him all he needs to know. With a simple drawn out rise and fall of your hips backed with a substantial shock has him groaning loudly, praising you for feeling so tight and so good. He has never been this hard before—never this wound up. It is taking all of his might to not cum right now. You bounce deeper onto his cock as he pulls you down, and you both gasp sharply at how deep he is inside you. Your weight makes you sit fully on him, and it's almost too much. —-Almost.

He starts thrusting upwards softly when he feels your body relax, and he consumes your startled moans with his lips and tongue. You whine continuously deep in your throat, feeling overwhelmed by him. His hands kneading your ass harshly, his lips sucking on your bottom lip caught by his teeth, his cock piercing your throbbing core. He releases your mouth unintentionally as another wave of energy blasts through him. You are close already, he can tell and so is he. He just needs to hold out a little longer, to distract himself from the intense pleasure, he presses wet kisses down your cheek and neck, stopping to nip at your shoulder. That sends yet another blast of energy into the shower stall, this time causing your shampoo bottle to explode.

"Feels so fucking good," he murmurs, licking over the new mark on your shoulder and collecting tiny water droplets that have landed across your skin from above.

You whimper in response, pussy clenching as another wave of pleasure rips through your core and down your thighs forcing itself into him. The warmth of your body is dizzying, and he presses you tighter against his crotch with each precise and deft bounce of your hips.

His body aches with a desperation that grows stronger with each second that passes, and he fucks himself deeper into your dripping pussy when he feels your thighs squeezing him tighter. His shoulders start to quiver. Another sign that he's close.

The heavy breaths you exhale fall into earshot, and he hears the short, tight whines that quietly follow each time he fully sheathes himself in your heat.

"Kakashi please." You plead, pulling away from his shoulder and pulling his face from your neck.

You nudge your forehead against his, letting him rest against you as he slowly loses himself within your burning, wet pussy.

His eyes are clamped shut, brows drawn together as he focuses on the mounting pleasure. You cup his jaw gently, pulling his lips to yours in one final, messy kiss. Your tongue glides over his confidently, tracing his bottom lip when you pull back and seal your mouth against his.

The fire in your core has reached its peak, he feels your pussy pulsing uncontrollably as your rhythms become uneven.

"I'm close— fuck, I'm close," He hisses against your lips, breath stuttering with a moan when you clench around him again.

"Cum inside me. Please," you hush, crying out a string of curses as your body tenses and a massive shock is sent through you both, taking out the rest of your shower bottles, stopping the rainfall of water completely.

You slip a hand down between your bodies, rubbing your clit harshly to give you that final push over the edge.

"Yes. kakashi—l" You cum before you can put together a coherent sentence.

A shudder racks your body as an airy wheeze is ripped from your lungs, tightening everything up. Your hips snap his crotch violently a few more times before he pushes a white hot-mess into you, stilling with a broken groan.

"Mm, perfect." He whispers, and kisses your jaw tenderly, nuzzling his face into yours as his ears slowly stop ringing. Your legs relax around him, and he carefully lets you collapse into him. His cock slips out of you easily as it softens, his cum dripping from you immediately when you lean forward. And the world that had suddenly stopped moving spills over you both sending a small capsizing wave out of the shower stall.

As he comes out of his high he realizes the water has turned cold. He questions the time in his mind...

"The water's cold," You observe with a tight-lipped smile, letting the frigid water cover you anyway. He laughs lightly.

"And you haven't even washed my hair yet."

He looks around at the mess of hair products sprayed about the tile walls and stall floor, half of which have already gone down the drain.
"You may need more shampoo."

You scan over the mess, giggling.
"I guess I do....."