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    Salome never really got out of her bathing suit, oh for bed time and for general school she changed, but during the day clothes were optional.  Especially on hot days like this one, leaning on the door frame, she chewed on her lip and shifted her bag and towel from one arm to another.  It was dark outside, and so she hoped the pool would be empty, who else would be swimming at night:?  Glancing outside, she sighed and then looked back toward the bedroom.

    "Mortie!  C'mon!"

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The laugh brought her head up and she gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. Grabbing the shower door, she pulled it open, blinking the water out of her eyes as she stared at where the laugh came from. When she saw it was him, her cheeks turned pink. Not because she was standing there, naked and dripping with water, but because he had heard her singing and she was pretty sure it was awful.

Putting a hand on her hip she cocked her head to the side to give him a withering look (which was hard because she was one, so tiny, and of course naked, and it really is hard to take anyone seriously naked.) "Mortie! You were listening to me!" It seemed to escape her that he had actually been in the bathroom with her while she showered.

"Don't laugh! It's one of the only songs I actually know."

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All of this, her reaction and the way she looked standing there trying to lecture him, had the opposite effect of what she'd obviously intended. He laughed more. He laughed louder and shook his head at her.

Once he was able to get it under control, more of a silent chuckle that made his chest shake, he held up the t-shirt as if to explain why he was in the bathroom. At least he thought he had it under control until he tried to speak and it came out on a warm laugh anyhow. "You wanted a clean shirt..."

He cleared his throat and tried to stop laughing altogether as he smoothed the shirt over the towel rack. It gave him something to do that wasn't looking at her.

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"Yeah, that's right, laugh it up chuckles!" Deep down, she knew he was laughing at the situation, but that didn't make the blush in her cheeks go away any faster. She did something rash, it could have been worse, but as soon as she had done it, she immediately regretted it. It was one of those things that just kind of happened, and then once it happened you felt like an asshole.

What she did was pick up the wash cloth and throw it at him. It was clean, but it was wet and it smacked his side before sliding down to the floor. She didn't do it maliciously, no that certainly wasn't the intent. It was more of a 'oh yeah, well watch this' kind of thing. In fact she stuck her tongue out while she did it.

When it hit him, that's when it hit her that she had probably done something that would not make him very happy. Frozen, she clapped her hand over her mouth and watched him with wide eyes, already thinking up of an apology, or maybe looking for somewhere to hide.

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The wet rag did get his attention and it did make him stop laughing. It was wet and it stung, there was also the added shock that she threw it at him in the first place. The resounding *plop* as it fell to the floor held his focus for a moment. He considered possible reactions, not many of them pretty as the bathroom was on it's way to being made into a mess.

But then he glanced up at her without lifting his head. The look in her eyes made up his mind for him and he turned around, carefully opened the medicine cabinet and picked up his can of shaving cream. She threw a wet rag at him and got water all over in the process? He'd get her back. Besides, it was a calculated move, the mess would be minimized since she was backed into a corner so to speak, no where to go in the shower to get away from him.

Grinning, he moved forward, can in one hand, his out arm outstretched to reach for her, keep her from getting past him and possibly leaving the room. "It's not nice to throw things, Salome..." He taunted, laughing again.

Then he sprayed her liberally with the shaving cream.

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This was not the reaction she expected, she had run through a list of possibilities in her head and this was not one of them. Her eyes grew even bigger, and her hand dropped down from her mouth to reveal a huge grin. Glancing around she tried to think of a way out, he was blocking the only exit and if she made a step over the rim of the tub she would be done for.

Giggling like a maniac she did the only thing she could do which was move backward into the shower, she was just about to say something like 'You wouldn't spray me with shaving cream, would you, Mortie?' When he sprayed her with shaving cream.

Laughing she held out her hand, trying to block the spray while she grabbed for his wrist. All while trying to get away from him and move deeper into the tub. It was a complicated maneuver, but she didn't stop laughing the whole time.

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Oh, this was wet and slippery and getting messier the longer he held the button down on the shaving cream. He finally had to step into the tub with her to avoid barking his shin on the edge of the tub. Doing so gave him a better angle to hit her with the thick white foam and he was also able to grab her arm and hold her a bit more firmly. He wasn't trying to hurt her at all, he just wanted to keep her from slipping on the wet surface.

He laughed again as he did slip a bit, ended up bracing himself, back against the tiled wall and a foot lodged against the side of the tub. There, now he was sturdy and secure in his footing. Not going anywhere.

His towel might have had other ideas as the corner he'd tucked began to loosen thanks to all the movement and horsing around. He could let go of her or the can and retuck it in or he could take his chances...He opted to give her another good blast of shaving cream as she laughed then he tossed the can onto the bath mat so he could tuck his towel back in.

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In the end she had to stop laughing because if she didn't she was going to get a mouth full of shaving cream. She took her creaming, well as much as she wanted to, she didn't want to make it TOO easy for him. But it was darn near impossible to go anywhere in the tub. Thankfully when she got far enough back the water hit her, washing all the shaving cream away.

She managed to push the water and the shaving cream away from her face long enough to see his towel slipping. Laughing, she lunged forward and grabbed it, tugging it before tossing it out into the bathroom. "No towels in the shower, Mortie!" With another laugh she flung herself at him, wiping the water and the remaining shaving cream all over his chest. Truly not even thinking about the fact that he was as naked as she was.

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"Hey...NO!" It was his turn to yell when she divested him of his towel. He turned to look at it, wet and adding to the mess on the bathroom floor. Then she was in his arms, or against his chest at any rate, smearing him with warm water and shaving cream.

She felt slick and warm as she slid against his body and he automatically brought his arm around her, his hand cupping her bottom to pull her closer and to make sure she wasn't going to slip. He used his other hand to wipe a bit of white fluff from the end of her nose.

He smiled at her, that had been fun and unexpected. Sure, he'd spend a while cleaning the bathroom tonight, but maybe it was worth it to make her laugh and to laugh with her. And hold her...he closed his eyes as he became aware of what he was doing with her. Naked. In the shower. With a seventeen year old.

He felt nervous and out of place as he stood there, eyes closed, her wet body snug against his. So very nervous--how was he supposed to do the right thing now? He didn't even know what that was. But he had to open his eyes. He gave we a wavering smile and managed a weak smile and some more laughter, nervous laughter and not the full-bodied confident laugh from earlier. "Hi..."

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His hands on her, in the heat and the wet of the shower made everything feel so much better, as if she was extra aware of each touch and caress. Licking her lips she made a face when she actually tasted the shaving cream. Wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand, she smiled and finally wrapped an arm around his neck.

Her breathing slowed a little even as her heart beat wildly in her chest. God he felt so hot and so hard against her, very carefully she reached up and placed her lips against his. Lightly she kissed him, as her fingers moved up the hair on the back of his head. Opening her mouth she flicked her tongue out over his bottom lip, eager for more, unable to help herself. It wasn't wrong for her to want him, no more then it was for him to want her.

As she reached up to kiss him to caress him, her bare, slick stomach rubbed up against his cock, unintentionally rubbing him.

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He groaned as she rubbed herself against him, it really took nothing more than that for her to get him hard. He was halfway there to begin with. His hands grasped at her body, trying to tighten his grip but they were both so wet and she was so smooth...his fingers kept slipping.

He let his body sag against the wall of the shower, his lips parted further and his tongue darted out to lick at and tease her lips. Kisses, he wanted so many of them from her. Light, soft, tender, hard, deep, slow, long...in any combination. Just so long as he could taste her, feel her. Explore her and be explored. He moaned again and slid his hand along her spine, up the length of her back and her neck to hold her head, cradle her while he gave in and kissed her the way he wanted.

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It took her awhile to realize what she had done, it surprised her at first but then she gave into it, eagerly. He didn't pull back, he stayed and that thrilled her more then his erection. Still, it wasn't to be ignored, she gently reached down between them and started to play with him. Her nails lightly moving over his length, savoring the heat he gave off.

Her tongue eagerly reached for his, tasting him, pulling him deeper into her mouth. She was addicted to his kisses, ever since the first one she couldn't stop thinking about them, him. Maybe, somewhere, she knew she was falling to fast and too hard for him, but she didn't care. She wanted him, only him, and she would do whatever she needed to to have him. Her fingers grabbed at his shoulder, trying to keep up right as she tried to find a correct position against him so neither of them slipped.

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His eyes flew open at the feel of her intentionally stroking him, raking her nails over the so sensitive anatomy. It didn't take long for him to relax again, let his eyes flutter closed so that he was looking at her from under long, dark lashes instead.

He found that interesting, watching her face as they kissed. the way the muscles of her face moved, her lashes touching her cheek as her eyes stayed closed, the way she tilted her head this way and that to keep from bumping noses...and he could see every last delicate freckle under her tanned skin.

He let her kiss him, caress him for a bit, trying to stay alert and focused enough to hold her safely, but the water was starting to cool and with it, so was she. Her skin. And he had to pull away. He didn't want to know what she felt like cold. She had to be warm, soft...he needed her to stay warm or there was no way he could do this.

"Salome..." He said her name softly, affectionately as he broke off their kisses. He kept repeating her name, dropping softer, shorter kisses on her mouth and cheeks before stopping altogether. "We should get out of the shower...the hot water's gone..."

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"Oh, Mortie." She spoke back at him, her breathing quick against his lips, she loved it when he said her name, it sounded so special coming from him. For some reason she didn't think he said enough, but it made her beam when he said it. Very slowly she pulled back, nodding, he had a good point, she could fill the chill running down her spine and seep into her skin.

Reaching back, she turned off the water and then smiled at him, keeping close to him, hoping that he didn't change his mind to stop their actions all together. Licking her lips, she stepped over the rim of the tub, her body shaking a little, nervous and cold all at the same time. She reached for a clean towel and handed one to him first before taking one for herself.

Wrapping it around her body she warmed and kept her eyes on him, her expression quick and anxious. She wanted to pull him close and to kiss him hard, but she didn't want to interrupt his cleaning.

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He waited until she had wrapped the towel around herself, his towel secured at his waist easily enough, then he moved forward and placed his hands on either side of her waist. There was very little chance of him stopping to clean up the mess in the bathroom right now, not after the way she'd been on him in the shower.

The look in his eyes was clear: he wanted her. Any part of her he could have and for as long as he could have it. As long as he could have her right now.

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The look he gave her took her breath away, all she could do was look up at him with wide eyes for a long moment. When she finally came back to earth she reached up and cupped his face, bringing him down into a hard kiss she started to move toward the door. That look spoke volumes, and she wanted him, badly, right now. She thought about actually doing it somewhere in the bathroom but even she thought that was a little dirty.

Opening her mouth she flicked her tongue out over his lips teasing, tempting him, making him work for what they both wanted.

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He didn't let her get more than a step away from him before his hands were at her waist again and he was lifting her up, one arm moving to hitch under her bottom and the other shifting to hold her across her back.

His mouth though, he let her tease and torment him, moaning and sighing alternately as she let him kiss her and pulled back again. Her teasing only made him want her more, caused him to carry her down the hall and to the bedroom as quickly as he could without bumping one or the other of them against the wall or a door frame.

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Wrapping her legs around his waist caused her towel to come loose, it fell away from her breasts, held up only by his arm. Holding on to him tightly she grabbed two hand fulls of hair, clinging to him as her tongue lapped at him. Diving deep into his mouth, tasting him and the excitement he was feeling.

When they reached the bed room she pulled back from the kiss and grinned happily at him. fingers slid down his cheek before she nipped at his bottom lip, sucking gently as she moaned softly. She had never seen him like this before and that got her heart racing. While she had no idea what he was planning on doing to her, she was more then receptive to it.

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He returned her kisses until he caught an eyeful of her bare chest. Lifting her a bit higher he refocused his attention there, trailing kisses along the base of her throat, over the tops of her breasts...he'd never kissed her there before and it thrilled him to flick his tongue back and forth across the new span of her body.

He stood there at the edge of the bed, her in his arms, legs around his middle, just enjoying what he had right then and there. Lifting his head once more he looked up at her and smiled. "Is this okay?"

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She was going to protest at the loss of his mouth but when she felt what he was doing to her, all protest died. Eyes closing she groaned and tilted her head back, offering more of herself up to him, anything he wanted, it was his. Her nipples hardened and she whined softly when he stopped to ask her the question.

Nodding quickly she gave him a glassy eyed stare. "Yes, put me down, please? I want you, Mortie, so very badly." Her voice was a hoarse plea.