Shower

Both of you stepped into the warm stream of the shower, the sound of running water a soothing rhythm against the tiled walls. The heat melted away the tension in your muscles, and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation — the purity, the quiet peace it brought.

When you opened your eyes you saw him cleaning his body with an olive oil soap, once again marveling at his handsome body, perfect form, it was as if he was carefully created by the creator rather than luck.

Nothing funny happened in the bathroom, there were no words exchanged. He stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. It wasn’t about passion, not this time. Just closeness. Just warmth. His head rested gently on your shoulder as the water ran down your bodies, the silence between you filled only with steady breath and the hum of the shower.

You just stood under the water, you loved being in his embrace and he loved you. His hands sensually explored your chest as you gently grind on him, feeling more of his body. You felt something hot and thick getting excited over your asscrack as you enjoyed his embrace which made you smile.

After the shower, Brody began dressing for the academy while you busied yourself making the bed, checking the sheets for any... traces of your earlier mischief before replacing them.

Once he was finished, he turned around with a proud little spin, clearly showing off.

“How do I look?”

You gave him a quick once-over. The outfit leaned more toward a military style, adding a touch of seriousness to his otherwise carefree, radiant personality. Your gaze lingered for a moment longer than it should have, he looked frustratingly good, and remembering your early fun with him in the bed wasn’t helping much, thinking how good it would look as you climbed over him, taking every clothing off as you wanted to reach your prize...

“You look perfectly handsome, sir.”

You replied smoothly, regaining your composure.

He smirked seeing your enthusiasm.

“Do I look like a guy who’s going to have a very successful day with the ladies? Maybe they’d also help to your young lord with his not-so-little problem, huh.”

He knew exactly what he was doing, the posture, the grin, the subtle flex, all designed to provoke.

“You look like a distinguished gentleman.”

You said, lifting your chin slightly.

“Like how a young noble shall be. In short, like what you're expected to be. I am not sure if we can do anything for your communication skills though.”

You commented sarcastically as you continued placing the training swords on the stand, not wanting to deal with this now.

“Oh right, that. Pardon me for my vulgarness oh fair maiden.”

He chuckled, flashing that devilishly perfect smile as he fixed his clothing.

“Still, I hope a fair maiden such as yourself might be willing to spare a little of her time to make my day... unforgettable.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just go already.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Go get 'em, cowboy. You cannot know how glad I am we’ll have you as our Lord, at least it’ll be fun hearing the gossip and drama.”

As much as you liked him, there were times you couldn’t decide whether he was charming or just completely full of himself. Maybe both. Still, his openness, joy, and playful energy had a way of winning people over — and you were no exception.