A long cold shower

At this pace Winlay would soon reach her climax and as much as Adam was tempted he refused to dishonor the young initiate or himself any longer. Turning the view screen back to automatic, Adam refastened his shorts and sword belt. In spite of his best efforts, it was impossible to forget that Winlay was fingering herself in the next room. What would she say if he walked in there and took her in his arms?

Adam remembered how she had climbed onto Mika's lap in response to her friend's gentle seduction and wondered what her response would be to his much more demanding kiss. Would she despise him and struggle in his arms, or would she let him show her what a man's kiss was like? There was nothing at this moment that Adam wanted more than to feel her soft body melt against his, yielding to his fire and returning it with a passion of her own.

Crews he'd have to have her! If Winlay responded like that to his kiss he knew he wouldn't be able to control his desire for her. Adam wondered how he could find the privacy they'd need in the three small rooms of the apartment. He looked around the utilitarian boiler room wondering where he could take her. On the table perhaps or maybe he could sit in one of the high backed chairs and let her slide down ... Damn! Adam slammed his palm onto the hard black tabletop with a blow that sent nearby papers flying. The stinging pain in his palm and fingers help clear his mind. This had to stop!

He needed a long cold shower.

Adam moved silently down the hallway towards the washroom. In the stillness of the underground suite he could hear Winlay's labored breathing and barely audible vocalizations as he passed the open doorway but refused to let himself stop to listen. As much as he wanted to hear her cry out as she came - cry out his name - he admitted to himself he continued on to the small washroom and stripped off his sweat drenched clothing before stepping into the shower stall.

He ignored the hot water, instead used cold water on the highest pressure to power wash the dirt from his skin and the dishonorable thoughts from his mind. It took longer than he expected, even as the cold water washed over his chest and ran down over his erection he noted that the shower stall was easily big enough for two people to share and he had to push away the image of a naked Winlay with gleaming wet skin pinned to the tiled wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. Eventually however the icy cold water had its intended effect. His erection subsided and his thoughts cleared enough to remember that if Winlay was going to share this shower with any-one it was far more likely to be Mika than him. The image of two naked girls dripping wet and enjoying each other was easily as erotic as the first fantasy, but after a while he let himself enjoy the luxury of unlimited water and the liquid soap that foamed into a fragrant lather as soon as it touched his skin. There were many troubling things about the Landers' technology, but showers like this were definitely worth emulating.

He had been gone now for the better part of an hour, he really should go check on the others.