Wash up.

"No use just sitting here any longer," Tony said, lightly tapping a hand against Katie's shoulder. As she withdrew her arms, Tony lifted himself off of his girlfriend and stretched. Looking down at the sticky, wet spots on the carpet and shaking his head, he turned back to her.

"We can take care of it after we're done. You, uh, don't have to go back to your apartment if you don't want to."

Katie nodded at him gratefully, slowly rising to her feet.

"It was kind of a gamble running across the hallway earlier with nothing on. Don't think I want to take that risk twice if I can help it."

"Pretty sure I don't have anything girly you can use to wash up," Tony told her, walking towards his bedroom. "I guess there's soap..."

"Oh no," Katie deadpanned. "No cranberry orange body wash? Lilac? Whatever will I do?"

Tony rolled his eyes silently and pushed the door open, suddenly conscious of the ruffled blanket and sheets on his bed. He'd had friends other plenty of times before, but now the atmosphere was a lot different. He had to admit that he never cared much about cleanliness before; not that he lived in a pigsty by any means, but it'd never been a top priority. Now the crumpled clothes that he hoped Katie didn't notice on the floor or the dust lining parts of the shelf full of books made him feel self-conscious.

Seemed even across the multiverse the term 'man cave' still applied.

To her credit, Katie said nothing and followed him wordlessly to their destination. Tony winced as he made his way across the cool tile of the floor to the door of the shower, eager to get things going already. As he slid the glass aside and pushed the handle upward, Katie moved to the sink and folded the arms of her glasses, setting them on the countertop. Her fingers were pulling at the braid in her hair as she turned to him and put the accessory aside.

"Alright, you're gonna have to help me get in. You know I can't see shit without my glasses."

Tony shook his head, laughing as he reached out and grabbed one of her hands, gently tugging her toward him.

"If you'll follow the sound of my voice, miss, the destination is right ahead..."

Sticking out her tongue at him, she complied and they both entered the stall together. As they did so, the problem they were facing immediately became obvious. While generally spacious enough on their own, the complex they lived in hadn't considered the possibility of more than one person at a time within the shower's walls. There was very little wiggle room between them and Tony found himself directly underneath the shower head as Katie entered.

"Didn't think we were gonna be this cramped," Tony groaned. "I should've known the bastards wouldn't have splurged."

"It's not that bad," Katie said, groping for a washcloth before pulling it off of now closed door's handle. "Besides, you just know they'd jack the price up if you even thought you'd like a little more space."

"Guess that's true," Tony agreed, reaching above him to pull down the soap bar from the caddy before handing it to her. "Maybe it wouldn't be as bad in a two bedroom but I don't know anyone else here who's in one to ask."

As Katie began to scrub the wet cloth against the soap, she tilted her head at him.

"You want to find out?"

Tony blinked, partially due to surprise and partially due to the steam beginning to surround them. "That's... a little sudden, isn't it?"

"You're right," Katie said, shaking her head, her long, dark hair whipping back and forth. "It was really presumptuous. We only just agreed to start going out, what, an hour ago?"

"I didn't say 'no.' We've done a lot of firsts since then."

"Good point," Katie said, bringing the washcloth behind her ears. "Besides, you're crazy if you think I'm letting you walk out of here after what you pulled earlier and get away with it. Turnabout is fair play." She moved the cloth to her neck, massaging the skin as she worked it against herself.

"Not like it's going to real feel all that different anyway, I think," Tony said with a shrug. "Just making things official at this point. Your parents going to be okay with it?"

Katie's parents, at least in Tony's old world, had always struck him as the living image of the strict, conservative pair of Asian parents and even in all the years he'd known them that austere impression had never let up. Their daughter moving in with someone, even a someone that they'd known since Katie was young, was something Tony was sure they'd protest. But his new girlfriend did nothing but roll her eyes at the mention of her parents' old-fashioned outlook.

"Don't worry about it; I know how to bring them around. They do like you, believe it or not."

"Could've fooled me," Tony said with a snort, gently moving a hand towards Katie and wordlessly taking the washcloth into his own hands.

"They're not easy people to read but if they didn't they'd be the first ones to tell you. Never let you hear the end of it, in fact. Not like they've got any room to talk, though."

"How do you mean?"

"This?" Katie gestured down at her crotch. "Got it from my mom. All the women in my family have huge dicks and balls."

"O-oh, I see..." Tony blinked. It was something he was going to have to try and forget about before he met up with Mr. and Mrs. Yang again.

"Mom was the village flirt anyway. I know for a fact that when she and my dad were growing up in China, she slept with everyone in her class in her senior year of high school - girls included."

"How do you know that?"

"Heard it from my uncle and he heard it from everyone else."

Brushing the thought of Katie's parents away, Tony beckoned to her and Katie inched forward, scooting herself closer to him as he reached up with the cloth.

"Mind if I wash you?"

"Go ahead," Katie said with a shrug.

Nodding in reply Tony began at her arms, running the cleaning item over the tanned, well defined forearms of his new beau. He followed her pronounced veins as she ran it along the length of her elbow and to a dainty, well manicured hand. He had to admit that simply observing her was interesting, the mingling of both familiar feminine features and traits along with ones, such as her massive biceps, that he would've probably defined as masculine only a short while ago. It helps, Tony confirms to himself once more, as he works the fabric around each of her hand's fingers, that all of this is attached to a familiar face. As he finishes one arm he immediately moves over to the other, repeating his ritual.

"You worried I don't know what to do by myself or something?" Katie says with a chuckle.

"Look, it's the first time I've ever seen you without any clothes on, alright?" Tony chides. "Let me savor this."

"You think about that often? Even in your world?"

"You do a pretty good job of filling out yoga pants so I'll let you be the judge."

Tony moves his attention now towards her chest. Katie's right; her breasts are, even compared to the one from his dimension, much smaller. Whatever testosterone equivalent for women that exists here has seen to that. The fat underneath her nipples is present, though only barely, and the experimental squeeze he gives to each as he runs his palm over them confirms it. Katie bites her lower lip, eyes fluttering at his movements.

"I thought the point of coming in here was to clean up, not make things worse."

"Hm," Tony says, moving the cloth down her firm stomach to her groin. The muscles on her tree trunk-like legs form a V, almost beckoning him to her equipment. "Don't think we really agreed on any terms or conditions."

Tony's hand moves the cloth along her length, gently working the flesh only a scant few inches underneath his fingertips. He hears Katie murmur something about him not playing fair when he feels the organ immediately begin to stiffen. Laughing slightly, he moves on quickly to her scrotum, making a quick swish with the towel before moving onto her thighs.

"I was just kidding, Katie. How can you already be hard again?"

She snorted, folding her arms as she tried to stare down at him through the streaming water around them.

"You've got magic fingers, what can I say?"

Finishing his work quickly, he reaches up once more behind him, trading the cloth for a bottle of shampoo. Sniffing it experimentally he decides that the slightly medicinal smell probably wouldn't be too offensive and squirts some of it into his hand. It's an odd shade of blue and he beckons to Katie to lean down. Lathering his hands up, Tony gets to work massaging the liquid into her scalp, his girlfriend's black hair becoming an almost soapy shade of white underneath his fingertips.

"You've got a lot more hair than I thought you did."

"Been growing out the braid since at least... high school, I think?" Katie said from somewhere underneath his palms. "It's kind of a pain to clean, but Liz doesn't want me to cut it. She likes braiding it for me whenever she visits."

"Liz?" Tony asked with a puzzled frown. He was rather familiar with the people in Katie's life, but perhaps there really were more differences here than he'd thought.

"My sister?" Katie replied, sounding equally confused as Tony did. "Only a few years younger than me? Pixie cut? Birthmark on her cheek?"

"I... can't say I'm familiar," Tony answered uncertainly. "You'll have to fill me in. Need to... to blend in as much as I can around here."

Tony tries not to think about what that might mean for his own family. Katie says nothing for a moment, trying to process his response, before wiping some of the bubbles beginning to make their way down her face.

"It's a really weird thought to know that there's another me out there somewhere who doesn't even know she exists."

"I just hope my family's the same," Tony said sullenly. Perhaps in realization of where things were headed, Katie immediately perked up, moved his hands away from her head as she quickly washed away the suds. Wiping away the long strands of hair from her face, she picked up a fresh washcloth that had been hanging next to its twin.

"Alright, hand me the soap. Your turn now, mister."

Wordlessly, Tony passed her the white object and she quickly enveloped it between the cleaning item's folds before handing it back. Reaching forward, she effortlessly brought him closer with a hand pressed against the small of his back.

"You look like a hot mess," Katie said chidingly, shaking her head. "You've got a ton of cum all over you."

"Whose fault was that again?"

Unlike Tony's earlier methodicalness, Katie was much more utilitarian. She went over every inch of his back, shoulders, and face but her usage of the cloth was spartan and purposeful. Her motions weren't rough; in fact, as she glided over him, he found her gentle touch incredibly soothing and he almost smacked his face into her chest as he leaned into her movements.

"Magic fingers," Tony mumbled as he answered her unspoken question.

It was an answer he regretted as she saw Katie's smirk, her free hand being used to guide his movement to turn around, facing away from her. Pressing herself up against him, she began to use the same technique against his stomach, gently swishing to and fro as she hummed to herself. Whether or not she was aware of what their proximity meant or not at the moment, as his girlfriend worked he felt the enormity of her press up against him, gently sliding against his wet skin. Katie is just as swift with the rest of him, not lingering for long before she puts the cloth aside. Unceremoniously opening the shampoo bottle Tony had used moments ago, she put some of the substance into her palm and began to lather her hands together.

"Hey, Katie?"

"Mm hm..." she answers absentmindedly above him, not really paying attention.

"If... if I were to get brave enough eventually to let you, you know, be the 'husband,' what would you do?"