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“Baby, you here?”
You heard the door bang against the wall as Abby entered her shared room. As always after a workout, she was a little clumsy and underestimated her own strength in funny little ways. You rolled your eyes at the noise and got up from her bunk bed, peeking through the railing on the gallery. She was standing at the sink, pulling her shirt over her head.
“Down here.”
You had spent the morning in Abby’s bed reading a book she had finished last week so you could talk about it together. It was how you had met, constantly looking for books the other had rented from the library and finally discussing them when you’d read them both.
“Hi!” She slid down the stair railing and landed with a thump in front of you, leaning in for a kiss. You grabbed her by her waist and she took a step back, laughing.
“Watch out, I’m drenched!”
You pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before letting your eyes wander appreciatively down her body. She was in a black sports bra and light gray sweatpants. A thin sheen of sweat covered her stomach and chest, leaving the seam of her sweatpants darkened. Did she know what she was doing to you?
“Abby…” You dragged a finger over her lower stomach. “You know, I love it when you’re all sweaty and hot. It's like your natural state, the one you're made to be.”
The blonde frowned in mock disgust.
“Are you saying this turns you on?” She opened her arms wide, biceps and shoulders flexing. “All disgusting from the gym?”
You leaned back, regarding her once more.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Sometimes I just want to lick your abs and bite into them, they look so damn delicious.”
You pinched the skin beneath her ribs between thumb and forefinger and she laughed, batting your hand away.
“Come here, then.”
Abby grabbed you by the waist and hauled you up, kissing you hard as you wrapped your legs around her. Her body was radiating heat, her pulse still going hard enough for you to feel it against your stomach. You ran your hands over her shoulders, fingers slipping on her sweaty skin.
Her tongue pressed into your mouth and you moaned against her, tasting the salt on her upper lip. When she laughed again, her chest vibrated against yours. She patted your ass.
“Shower with me? I really can’t stay in this sweaty bra any longer, it’s killing me.”
“Oh-kay.” You drew out the word, pouting half-seriously. Abby gently put you down.
She grabbed two of the large, scratchy WLF-issued towels from her top bunk and toed off her shoes, wrestling off her socks before slipping into shower slides. You leaned against the glass front and watched her closely. Every time she came back from a workout, it was fascinating to watch all her swollen muscles flex with every move she made.
“You coming?”
“Ugh.” You tore yourself out of your reverie and began undressing in front of her. She raised an eyebrow, but otherwise just stood there and let you proceed.
She usually went to the showers in her clothes and only went back to her room in a towel, not wanting her fresh clothes to get damp in the washrooms. Usually, you did the same. Today, you felt like torturing her a little bit.
When you were completely stark naked in front of the panorama window, Abby finally broke. She was beside you in one stride, grabbing your arm and twirling you so she could block the view from outside.
“What is with you?” She sounded annoyed, but you knew she didn’t mind your little games. You smiled up at her, the picture of innocence. You both knew she could have you pliant and at her mercy in seconds, all it took was the snap of her fingers.
Towering over you, she shook out one of the towels and roughly wrapped it around you. Then she pushed you toward the stairs.
“Up. Let’s go.”
You laughed at her but cooperated. “What’s the hurry? Got somewhere to be?”
Abby grunted and gave you another light shove toward the door.
“Back here, actually. With you.”
You stepped into the hallway and grinned back at her.
“First at the showers gets to come first!”
You were halfway down the corridor already when Abby had closed the door behind her. She wouldn’t mind losing that race.