Amelia stepped forward to allow him space into the shower, closing the curtain behind him. She allowed him to wash himself, feeling his body touch and caress hers in the most innocent of ways as he picked up the soap and shampoo. She watched his wash up, watching the sponge travel over his arms and shoulders, along his abdomen and down his waist. Her eyes feasted over him hungrily, but not because she had tasted his blood and it was delicious, but because she could not stifle the flames of desire. He had such care as he washed himself that it was alluring to her.

While he was washing his own body, she took the shampoo and lathered her hair, cleaning it before switching places with him to rinse her hair. Now her hair smelt of men's shampoo, but she didn't care. She was about to reach for the sponge and soap before he told her that she was underqualified. She allowed him the pleasure and only when she stood to face him did she finally speak. "Is that so? I thought I could be quite gentle..." At first she leans closer to him, her lips pressing to his lips as his hands continued to wash up her stomach. Then her delicate kisses traveled along his jaw to the base of his ear before traveling down his neck, stopping where her fangs had bit him only moment before. The skin was already healed, but she took her time, pressing soft kisses there before her delicate hands moved towards his waist. She allowed her fingers to touch his hips and belly softly, aware of what she might be doing to his own body.

And only when she was sure she had gotten the proper response from him, she removed her lips and fingers from his body entirely, smiling down at him. "Was that not delicate enough?" She chuckled lightly as she stepped back, placing her hands on her hips. "Come on now...there's still parts of me that are quite dirty..." Her words were both truthfully and cryptic. While he hadn't cleaned every part of her...there were still parts of her body that refused to be clean â€" almost as if they were in a perpetual state of arousal when Troy was near.

But despite her words, she stepped forward towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Head rested on his chest as she breathed in his manly scent. "You mean a lot to me Troy..." The words had taken her by surprise and she hadn't realized she said them until she heard her voice echo in the bathroom. She had meant to keep her thoughts to herself, not wanting to scare him away. Too late. Now she hoped he didn't ask her to leave.