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You roll over to the empty side of the bed, squinting toward the bathroom. The bedroom was mostly dark, like the rest of the apartment. The only light was the night light atop your dresser.

After a few moments, you sit upright and rub the sleep from your eyes. The digital clock on the nightstand reads 2:37 A.M.

It’s far too late. Or far too early.

You make your way to the bathroom, half asleep, thankful it’s connected to your bedroom.

It’s darker inside, except for the moonlight through the window, since the person inside doesn’t need the light.

But through the fogged glass shower door, you can still see your girlfriend’s silhouette beneath the spray.

Her broad shoulders drooped slightly, her head bowed and one hand braced against the tile wall.

You quietly step into the bathroom, wondering what caused this night for her—not that Clark could hear your heartbeat from across the city if she wanted to.

After taking off your slip dress, you slide the shower door open. Then, you’re met with Clark’s bright blue eyes boring into you.

Your eyes travel over her bruised, blood-smeared body, and her eyes do the same.

Although you know the cut on her lip and the gash across her stomach will heal in the morning sun, your heart aches.

To distract you from your wandering gaze, she speaks. “Hi, sweetie.”

Her voice is rough with exhaustion.

You smile, stepping into the shower, making her smile. “Hey.”

“Did I wake you up?”

The hot water washes over your shoulders.

“Nope.”

The lie is terrible. You both know it, but she doesn’t argue.

Clark watches you reach for the shampoo bottle and pour some into your hand.

She hums, her eyes fluttering as you work the shampoo into her dark hair. A whimper escapes her lips.

You chuckle, kissing her forehead.

“There’s my girl.”

Her gaze never leaves your face as you guide her to rinse the soap from her hair. Your fingers graze the scrape on her cheek.

She clears her throat. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“I know,” you murmur, continuing to wash her hair.

The water runs over you both as she leans into your touch, hand grasping your wrist.

You don’t move, eyeing her fondly as she presses light kisses against your skin.

Then she does it again, a little higher.

Her kisses travel up the inside of your arm. Knuckles. Forearm. Elbow. Each one needier than the last.

Her hands settle at your waist, pushing you back against the cool tile.

“Clark,” you warn, placing your hand on her shoulder before she starts kissing your neck. “You’re injured.”

You swear she whines into your flesh, shaking her head.

“Don’t care… need you more.”

You open your mouth to protest, but nothing comes out when she kisses right below your earlobe, making you involuntarily shiver.

Her grip on your waist tightens and, beneath the warm water and steam, along with her persistence, you can’t help but give in.

Your hand moves up to cup her jaw and guide her towards you, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.

You whisper, your breath mingling together. “Alright… just don’t hurt yourself.”

Clark dips her head wearily, kissing you once more before moving down to your chest.

Arousal drips down her inner thighs as she effortlessly lifts your legs around her waist. Her hips rock into yours in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Her mouth latches onto your right breast, moaning. The vibration ripples through your body, making you throw your head back.

You dig your nails into her shoulder as another jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine. She glides her slick folds against hers, sucking your nipple.

She savors the way your thighs tremble and tighten around her waist, and how your breathing turns unsteady despite the agonizing pace.

You gradually lose track of time, lulled by the warmth of the water and the pleasure clouding your mind.

Clark’s mouth is no longer wrapped around your nipple, now kissing you instead. She grinds into your pussy, her thrusts remaining deliberate.

You both feel the tension inside you tighten and tighten. It feels so far away, yet somehow it seems right there. You deepen the kiss as her breathless pants melt between your lips.

Finally, she rasps hoarsely, “Baby, I’m about to cum… come with me, please..”

You nod, beginning to match her thrusts, knowing it’ll make Clark unravel.

And it does.

She jerks, her pace quickening, not by much, but enough to cause your body to shudder.

All the muscles in your body are pulled taut, wound up, and straining. You could only feel the unbearable pressure building behind your ribs, begging for a release.

You choke out, “G-god, keep going.”

Clark obeys, maintaining the uneven cadence. She quivers when you drag your fingernails down her back.

You feel your toes curl, your body locking up before it snaps. It knocks the air from your lungs; a blinding rush of heat surges through you.

She follows suit, her hips hitching sharply. A ragged sound tears from her throat, and she instantly goes limp against you. She sets your feet back on the floor, hands still warm against your skin.

“Golly, sweetie. You don’t know how good you feel.”

You snort, holding her up even as your shaky legs threaten to give out. You run a hand through her soaked curls, still coming down from it.