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Post by katherine riley bell on Aug 2, 2011 0:19:14 GMT -5
Katie had had Puck for three years. He was still a pup, but he was a big dog, a happy dog. Generally speaking, she took him out every day for a long walk, as well as taking him on her daily run. Today was no different, and when she returned to the apartment she was sharing with Rogan she was sweatier than she had ever been - and she needed a shower, even though their apartment was deliciously air conditioned. Her running shorts were riding up and she pulled the tight spandex down as she dropped their muggle mail on the table beside the door, releasing Puck from his confining lead and muzzle after kicking the door closed behind them. She didn't see or hear Rogan anywhere - and thank goodness. She'd had a few too many glasses of wine a few nights prior and when he had come home with whiskey on his breath, things had gotten... well, inappropriate.
They'd been living together a couple of months, and the sexual tension was one they'd managed to push away, but when they had been intoxicated and in the same room, heavy petting ensued - broken up only by someone coming to visit. Since that night, Katie had been doing what she did best; avoiding him.
Grabbing her towel, she decided that she would shower and dress before he came back from whereever he was. Only problem? When she opened the bathroom door, clad in her sports bra and running shorts, he was stood there in only a towel, slung low on his hips. The steam poured out of the room and she couldn't help but notice how very bare his chest was as he stood in front of the pedestal sink, shaving. Definitely not good. She stood there awestruck, unsure what she was meant to do. She needed a shower, though now she was thinking a cold shower might be more in order than a hot one.
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Post by rogan micheal stone on Aug 2, 2011 0:38:19 GMT -5
When the door to the bathroom swung open Rogan glanced casually towards Katie and had to pull the razor from his face but not before he cut himself. Damn girl. Katie had been starring in his nightly releases since he had run his hands over her hard body, which made a part of his body rather hard when he thought about it. ”Well hey there.” He said putting the razor on the sink and leaned against it with one hand the other dapping his face before his body angled towards her and he gave her a roughish grin. ”Sorry you missed the show, but come back a little earlier tomorrow.” He wouldn’t mind, he might even ask her for a little help. ”Unless you are putting on a show and then maybe I’ll stick around.”
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Post by katherine riley bell on Aug 2, 2011 0:53:45 GMT -5
Her words fell from her mind as quickly as they formed, and she found that she was completely at a loss - something that didn't often happen to Katie. But his chest was dripping and she kept finding her eyes following the droplets of water as they slid down the contours of his chest and abdomen, over scars and tattoos, and right to the fluffy white towel that she was hoping gravity would take care of soon. Quickly, she shook herself out of her stupor and looked at his face again, not that it was much better; Rogan was handsome in every sense of the word. "If you consider a shower a show, then I was planning to put on a show - but I have to warn you, tickets are expensive." That was witty enough, right?
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Post by rogan micheal stone on Aug 2, 2011 10:37:32 GMT -5
Rogan barked out a laugh. ”Deduct it from your rent.” Rogan turned and picked up the razor once again finishing the shave he had started now that the bleeding had stopped, it had been years since he had cut himself, and it only seemed appropriate that a woman had been the reason he did cut himself. Weren’t they always the reason? ”Well don’t let me keep you, we can share the bathroom, I don’t mind.” Of course he didn’t mind he had wanted to see her naked from the moment she had crawled into his lap after the eighth shot of rum, or was it whiskey? He couldn’t remember and he really didn’t care.
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Post by katherine riley bell on Aug 2, 2011 10:56:36 GMT -5
He didn't mind. Of course he didn't mind. Katie wasn't delusional enough to think that she wasn't sexy; she had been working out and toning her body since she was thirteen, of course he wanted to see her naked. Her breasts were humble and her arse could have been bigger, but even still, she was toned and she was pretty enough; she wasn't doubting that. "Well, if you say so," She said after a moments' thought. Then, manoeuvring past him in the small space, her sweat sheened body pressing to his still wet one as she did.
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Post by rogan micheal stone on Aug 2, 2011 14:19:02 GMT -5
Now she was just trying to touch him, he wasn’t huge and so her body pressed against his had to be deliberate, well of course it was deliberate he had that effect on women, they wanted to be closer to him. He drew them in and they all obliged. ”Easy there.” he said with a smile and he decided he would back up pinning her to the wall, ”I must have had a big lunch.” He was playing it off as being goofy but he was not about to deny a lady what she wanted and she so very clearly wanted him.
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Post by katherine riley bell on Aug 2, 2011 14:59:06 GMT -5
Her shoulder clipped the towel rack behind her (which was the real reason she'd touched him, whether he agreed or not) and Katie winced, though the pain was a welcome distraction from the feeling of his body pressed to hers. Instinctively, she held his shoulders, her towel falling to the floor just beside them. "I can tell - maybe you should just generally eat less, you're getting kind of chubby in the middle." she teased, one hand sliding over his shoulder and down his chest to his perfect abdomen, then down a little further to the edge of his towel, which Katie toyed with momentarily before drawing her hand back, "You're preventing me from showering."
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Post by rogan micheal stone on Aug 2, 2011 15:29:38 GMT -5
He knew she wanted him. The fact she touched him the way she had, it was causing a slight stir which would inevitably lead to a tent in the front of the towel she was so coquettishly playing with. ”I should ask for a transfer, there’s a lot of sitting when you are in the nursery.” By that he meant the dragon nursery, he basically watched the eggs and made sure they weren’t in trouble. They were working on bringing an endangered species back and it was not easy. It might seem like he had the most boring job but really his was one of the more important. So much could happen to the egg. Giving a shrug he turned around. ”By all means” He said still blocking her way a little, finding he quite liked the view.
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Post by katherine riley bell on Aug 2, 2011 18:36:26 GMT -5
"You're still blocking me from showering," Katie murmured, looking him up and down (mostly down) before looking up at his face again. He was doing this on purpose. They wanted each other and eventually they would either need to talk about it or fix it in some other way. "And now my towel is dirty, since it's on the floor." She told him, then reached down and grabbed his, pulling it clear off of him with a smirk. "You don't mind if I use this, do you?" She asked coyly, though they both knew she was taking it anyway.
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Post by rogan micheal stone on Aug 3, 2011 13:00:53 GMT -5
He shrugged and then looked at her raising his eyebrow as she pulled the towel from his hips and he stood there. ”If you wanted to see me naked love you just had to ask.” Leaning back against the sink he had nothing to be ashamed of, if she wanted to look then she was welcome to look. She had pulled the towel from him so she clearly wanted a look, but she had wanted a look since she moved in. Rogan wasn’t egotistical mind you he just knew he was the sort of man women wanted to look at. There was nothing wrong with admitting this fact. ”Well go on now, shower.”
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Post by katherine riley bell on Aug 3, 2011 18:21:38 GMT -5
Katie didn't look - at least, she didn't look where she most wanted to. Instead, she turned away slightly, pulling off what little clothing she had remaining. When she was naked, she shot him a small smile and climbed into the shower without a word. She knew he could still see her through the glass doors, but Katie found that didn't bother her. Quite the opposite, she liked that he could see anything he wanted but couldn't touch her at all. She turned on the water and looked over at Rogan with a small smile, waiting to see what he'd do next.
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Post by rogan micheal stone on Aug 4, 2011 22:39:05 GMT -5
Rogan watched as the little minx got into the shower. Attempting to appear disinterested he kept eyeing her out of the corner of his eye, the foggy glass obscured his view of her and he wished she might move a certain way so the water would splash the steam away. ”You missed a spot” he finally said now looking at her. ”you should really work on that. Unless of course you need a little help.” He slid the door open a crack and peeked in, or do you got it?”[/b] He waggled his eyebrows. ”Not bad Miss Bell, not bad at all.”
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Post by katherine riley bell on Aug 5, 2011 0:01:51 GMT -5
She had, of course, been watching him. He was a sneak, trying to get into her shower, but they were both naked... "Actually, I could use some help with my back," She said with a smile, pulling her long hair over her shoulder as she turned away from him, her bare back the only thing he could see, now. "Since you're just standing there watching me anyway." Katie teased. This was rather unlike her. On the one hand, she hadn't had sex since Marcus, and she was aching for some sort of attention. On the other, she felt something like a harlot (which was both disgusting and liberating at the same time.)
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Post by rogan micheal stone on Aug 6, 2011 9:44:12 GMT -5
Rogan smiled, he was pretty good, but she was pretty good the coquettish smile the way she turned from him the sly movements. ”Well if you need help what kind of gentleman would I be if didn’t help you out?” He smiled as she stepped back into the shower, it was obvious what was going to happen. At least he knew where this was headed. It was headed to exactly what he wanted. It had been difficult not opened the door to her bedroom at night and ravishing her till the early hours of the morning. He would settle for the bathroom for now. Then maybe the couch, and the kitchen and both of their rooms.
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Post by katherine riley bell on Aug 6, 2011 15:24:12 GMT -5
Slowly, and with a definite purpose, Katie smiled, then 'accidentally' dropped the bar of soap that she had been about to hand him. As it fell, she bent to retrieve it, giving him the best view he would likely ever have. They both knew where this was going, but she was going to play this game for as long as he would let her - after all, she found it all highly amusing. As she stood back up, the water cascading over her shoulders. "Well, get to it, would you? My back isn't going to clean itself, Rogan." She said quietly, looking over her shoulder again with a little smirk.
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