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“Don't touch me, Claudia. I hurt.”
“First bike ride of the season? Overdid it a bit, did we?”
“Don't be sarcastic. I'm going to take a shower.”
“Can I join you?”
“No. I hurt. I don't want to play.”
Lauren stood under the hot water, letting it pound over her neck and shoulders. Her arms were stiff from holding the handlebars, her calves hurt, her thighs burned. Always happened on the first ride. By the time she'd realised she had gone too far, she still had to come back. Over eager, over ambitious.
A blast of cool air startled her. Claudia pushed the curtain and aside and offered aspirin and a glass of water.
“I bring offerings of peace,” she said. “Can I join you?”
Without waiting for a response, she slipped under the water, wrapping her arms around Lauren's waist and held her soapy, slippery body tight. Claudia pulled Lauren's hips snugly against her own and reached for the soap and sponge.
Neck first, around her throat. She could feel the pulse pounding under her fingertips. As water rinsed suds, Claudia lowered her mouth to Lauren's shoulder, nibbling softly as she lovingly stroked her back and sides. Around her belly and down, over her hips, between her legs.
She knelt behind her and soaped her thighs. They were taut and tense from the ride, and shaking from exertion. Lauren's hands braced against the water-warm tiles and she arched, pressing her legs back against the kneeling woman's lips.
“Turn around. Sit on the edge, let me do your feet.”
She sat on the tub's edge, the vinyl curtain pressed against her wet back, her thighs spread. “It's not my feet I want you to do.”