Cleanliness first

She massaged her empty belly but puts it out of her mind, surely she can wait ten minutes for food, but if she walked down those stairs stinky it would embarrass her far more than going hungry.

She stretches one last time, and then skips across the hall but is surprised to see it occupied. The door half-cracked, steam escaping in wispy tendrils and becoming vapor in the hall, she pouts but looks in, curious at who is up so early.

The steam mists on her face, and it obscures her vision forcing her to open the door a bit more. The screech of the door forces Tim to turn his naked form and face her. She smiles at him and waves lightly. "You need to use the bathroom? I can hurry..." she smiles and slips inside, closing the door. "No it's ok, Tim. I just wanna shower. Is it ok if we share?"

He looks back at her stunned, but does nothing to stop her from stripping down. He gazes at her winking pink-starfish, as she takes off her bottoms and joins him.

She leans back against him, allowing her hair to wet and slide down his form. "You make a really fluffy body pillow, Tim. I may have to shower with you more often." The poor guy doesn't have any idea of the etiquette here and mostly just lets her use the shower while he stays out of the way.

She feels his discomfort in the air and knows exactly how to lighten the mood, "You wanna get my back for me?" She grabs the loofah and her favorite body wash and holds it out for him. "I always get dry skin on my back, maybe you can get it for me?" she wiggles her bottom just a bit to emphasize her desire for contact, "Sure, Annika. If that's what you want... I'm awake, right?"

She giggled like a schoolgirl as she shampoos her hair and looks over her shoulder at him, "You're cute, Tim! Do you need me to pinch you?" She reaches down and gives one of his stomach folds a quick pinch that forces a sharp gasp from him. "I think I really did." He suds up her loofah and she steps out of the direct water to let her shampoo protect her dyed-hair as best it could.

She was a natural, fire-haired red-head but the slightly darker cherry-red color made it look like a highlight effect! So she'd been dyeing it ever since she saw Becky Lynch debut in WWE. Tim's hand on her shoulder brings her back to reality.

Then she feels her nervous shower guest drag the loofah across her back. He places his hand on her hip nervously, trying not to find any of her feminine areas. He reaches up and drags the loofah up her spine, digging in to free a couple of teeny patches of cracked skin.

"Tim, I think what we've done together should get us beyond the nervous touching phase." she looks back and smiles warmly as he finishes. "Yeah, probably! But you're just so beautiful, it's really intimidating." She turns to him washing out the shampoo, "Little ol' me? I've been called a lot of things, but intimidating?"

He uses some of the excess body-wash to wash his chest before responding "You girls can be so oblivious, it's no wonder you guys have only been free for half-a-century. It probably took three-thousand years just for you all to notice you weren't."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she wrinkled her nose at him. "That girls would rule the world, if you were ruthless." He reaches for the soap and suds his chest again, "Have you ever heard the story of how the Peloponnesian War ended?" she looks back clueless, "Because all of the women of Greece, locked the men out and denied them sex, drove them insane, tortured them with body oil and made them sign a peace treaty."

He smiles in intellectual superiority that always drove her crazy. "A war that was stalemated for years ends in about a month. All thanks to blue balls."

"I don't see the point?" She says and he sighs.

"You've got us all by the balls. Quite literally. We're stronger, we've leveraged that advantage in the most ruthless, disgusting, horrible ways. We make you fear wearing a short skirt on a dark night to keep you humble, to lower your nose to keep you from seeing the sky. If you exploited our deficiencies half as bad, I'd be castrated, collared and locked in your closet before nightfall."

She considered the sobering truth in his words before leaning into his body. "And why would I have such a wonderful feminist soldier castrated? The enlightened men should be rewarded for their sacrifice, not punished. And I like your balls right where they are."

She took his hand and placed it on her breast. But the mood is spoiled by the waft of his usual body odor. "MY TURN! I'm grabbing my dad's body wash, and I'm going to make you smell really good!" he chuckles nervously, his hand still cupping the air, briefly. "You want me to smell like your dad? Someone got an **** kick?"

She huffs, "I'm not a fan of cavemen, Tim." grabbing it off the sink, trying not to drip too much on the floor. In a flash she's back with a pungent male body wash. She sniffs the musk like it was the finest scent in the land. "This is what you need! It'll make you smell manly and that will help your confidence."

Surprisingly, he lunges at her, forcing out a squeak of shock, "I'll let you use it, but you have to pretend I'm your dad while you wash me with it!" He smiles devilishly, water cascading down his nose. His hands pinning her to the wall.

"Deal?"