Cold Showers

The pair awoke as the sun drifted through the tattered curtains, specs of dust hovered in the air, swaying softly in the still silence of the room. "Good morning Mouse" Soren heard whispered softly into his ear as he began to stir. He found himself still wrapped tightly in Naz's embrace. The room smelled heavily of last night's activities, Soren reached down and touched his stomach, realizing he himself also was covered in evidence of their intimacy. He felt dirty, unclean, and wanted nothing more than to bathe himself.

"Good morning Naz, how did you sleep?" He asked, trying to pry himself free of the half-orc's grip. He was not finding success as she snuggled him, increasing her hold.

"Mmmhmm, I do not want this comfort to end, you are the perfect size to warm my bed" she muttered groggily, rubbing her face into the back of Soren's neck. She continued to grumble. Despite his desire to bathe, he could not bring himself, either physically, nor mentally to **** himself away after such a display.

"OK, ok," he relented, "a few more minutes, but I must insist you allow me time to bathe before your companion arrives" he felt her breathing halt for a moment. Her eyes widen with remembrance of her responsibilities. Reluctantly she released the elf and rolled out of the bed, deciding to lay face up on the floor, staring at the ceiling. "Are… are you ok Naz?" Soren asked, a slight hint of concern in his voice. Hehe, cute Naz thinks, noticing his worry. She forces herself to stand.

"Uuuhh, I'm fine, I'm fine, but soon you will know why I wished to delay this part." She wipes sand from her eyes, pointing at the closet door attached to their room. "This place has no running water to the rooms. The good news is I brought water up ahead of time, the bad news is, it's going to be cold."

"Oh…..how about we just go back to bed then" Soren said, beginning to climb back underneath the covers. Naz walked up over to his side and tossed the covers off of him, a slight yelp escaping his lips at the sudden exposure.

"Not so fast you little rat, Yue is going to be here after breakfast, and we need to make a good impression." She took this moment to admire him, stretched over the white cloth like an angelic painting, his blond hair messy and unkempt, his thin pale frame on display only for her. He looks more feminine than I do! She cursed to herself. She adored his figure, but silently wished hers could be as delicate as he was. "Now c'mon, we need to get you and your little thing cleaned up" she said, lifting Soren off the bed in a bridal carry. His cheeks flushed as she carried him, his body pressed against her breast.

The intimate moment came to an abrupt end as she dumped him into a pile of towels with a slight chuckle. She extended a hand to Soren. Helping him fish himself out of the nest. "So… how cold do you think it's going to be?" he asked hesitantly.

Naz grabbed a hand cloth from the pile, dunking it into the cold water, and began to wipe herself down. "Cold enough that these will harden," she said, dragging the cloth over her nipples, quickly proving her statement correct, "and that will shrivel" pointing to Soren's crotch, wiggling her pinky at it, then mimicking its shrinking.

The duo grit their teeth, and begin removing the evidence of last night's escapades. "Get my back would you?" Naz asked. Soren wiped her down carefully, admiring her well defined muscles. Brushing aside her long black hair, he scrubbed from top down, starting at her shoulders, and hesitating as he made his way towards her hips.

"I.. ummm. How far should I go down?" He asked sheepishly. While the cold has shrunken his statue, blood began flowing to his member, as he held the towel in front of himself hoping to hide his shame.