Chapter 13: Where Is My Mind
Sunshine crept through the curtains, illuminating the room in a soft glow. Kordelia stirred gently from her sleep, opening her eye to find Alekai still slumbering quietly. She had slept splayed across his chest, and during the night when she had tried to move away, he only held her tighter. His arm still cradled her around her middle, just as tight as it was before, so she took the small moment to study his sleeping quarters.
The massive space didn't have much to it. One wall was adorned by shelves and shelves of books. She would have to make a mental note to nosy through them at some point. A large desk sat beneath his windows, papers were sprawled along its surface. A lonely nightstand sat next to his bed, with a lamp and a framed picture. She centered on the photo; a photo of their squad lined up behind Alekai, himself. It was meant to be a serious photo of their squad, but Kore had convinced the boys to make funny faces at Alekai's back instead. He had just become a Commander. That particular day, he had chose the four of them to be his squad.
She smiled against the warmth of his chest, ignoring the slight pain in the middle of her forehead, and the sore ache between her legs. She tried to stretch in her entrapment, pointing her toes outwards, arching her back. Alekai's grip tightened again, only this time he roused awake with her movement. With sleep ridden eyes, he looked over at her.
"Good morning." She placed her lips against his pectoral, a small kiss.
His free arm came around, cradling her face tentatively, tilting her upwards until his lips connected with hers. Her chest swelled with happiness and the line of his lips curved upwards into a smile. He kept her captured, pulling her to straddle his mid-waist. His calloused hands kept her centered, his tongue pushing her lips apart to explore her mouth. He ground himself into her, causing a groan to escape her muffled lips.
"I need to shower." She murmured against his demanding mouth.
"Only if you must." He kept his hands on her hips as he allowed her to pull away, sitting perched atop him. She gathered the sheets pooled at their waists and brought them to cover herself, his fingers swirling comforting circles around her naval.
Regrettably, Kore moved from her position, squeaking when her bare feet came into direct contact with the cold surface of his floor. She slowly exited through the only other door of his room, entering another expansive room. It was cylinder in shape, a shower placed in it's complete center. It was large enough to fit at least three or four of her at most. The shower head came down just above the middle. She turned the knob, and water sprayed instantly, slowly filling the room with steam. She dropped the sheet to the floor, turning to examine herself in the mirror. Her eyes danced with genuine joy. Her hair was a mess, as usual. Scattered along her waist and wrists were faint bruises where Alekai had held her tightly the night before, and a tinge of dried blood coated the inside of her thighs. She blushed at the thought. Shaking away her daydream, she opened the glass pane of the shower and stepped into the waves of steam.
She stood in the shower, leaning forward, hands pressing against the front wall, providing much needed support. Her eyes closed, the shower head directed at the top of her head, hot water cascading down over her body. Her wild curls flattened with saturation, and she sighed against the scalding water searing down her back. Not long into her reprieve, she heard the glass door open once again, and felt Alekai's chest press against her back. She leaned backwards into him, reaching one hand around to snake around his neck and pull him downwards. She stretched onto her toes and kissed him hard. He grumbled with encouragement.
He pulled away slowly and she felt his hands on her head, massaging her scalp and temples. He was right behind her, their bodies barely touching now. He moved her forward only a step, and took that moment to gather the soap along the shelf and began to lather up her hair, massaging again as he had done before.
"Mmm..." Kore closed her eye and moaned in quiet pleasure as his fingers worked magic for her headache.
He massaged the top of her head, then, with both hands on either side, he massaged back from her temples, behind her ears and down to her neck. He worked his hands back up to her temples, retracing the same route. He let one hand drift down her side, appreciating her curves while he used the other to gently massage and rinse the soap from her hair. Once the last of the lather slid down the drain, he began to paint her body with his hands.
He tilted her body so the hot water fell at the base of her neck, and then he swept her gently from left to right then back again, working slowly out so that each arm came into contact with the stream then back to her neck. He started down her back, lower and lower with each bending pass. Her eye still shut; she concentrated on the hot water splashing and streaming down her body, shoulder blades first, then middle back and finally her lower back.
He switched his greedy touch to a slow massage when he reached her lower back, pointedly the streams were aimed at the base of her spine, and slowly traced upwards back to the base of her neck then back down again. He continued his painting, rubbing back and forth again down over her ass, across the backs of her thighs and calves. Changing his pace back to a slow massage again, he directed his advances up and down each leg from the bottoms of her calves to the tops of her thighs, gently leaving a kiss at each curve where her ass met one of her legs. Alternating again to the whisper of touches, he applied bare pressure to her body once more in sweeping strokes, standing up as he did.
Kore's skin felt alive, her body tingling and slowly coming to life. The soft clean smell of soap reached her as he began to lather up a washcloth. He began to bathe her, starting with her right arm, which, with along with her left, still held up the front wall of the shower.
He rubbed the soapy cloth up her arm to her shoulder then kneaded it back down to her hand, completely covering her arm in rich, aromatic suds. He repeated this on her left arm and then concentrated on her neck and back. She felt the soft cloth slide back and forth over her shoulders, his fingers following close behind, massaging and rubbing, releasing her energy. She tilted her head back, breathing in deep, smelling the fresh clean smell of the soap, her mind following the washcloth lower and lower on her back, punctuated by his dancing fingers. He reached and began to knead and massage her ass as he continued his journey toward her feet. Her right leg was first, the top of her thigh, then behind her knee, lower to her calf and finally her ankle. And then her left leg, starting at her ankle, up to her calf, her knee coming next, all the way up to the top of her thigh. She released the front wall to stand on its own and turned to face him. Her body was awake and alive. And she was hungry.
She chose to keep her eye closed, focusing on the hot steam and the aroma of the soap, breathing in deep. She felt his hand on her face tracing her eye and nose, then her cheekbones, lips and chin. Next, the soft cloth touched her cheek, small circles applying the lather, the smell so fresh and intense. The circles continued across her forehead then other cheek, then a line drawn down the bridge of her nose and two lines across her chin. He tilted her head back, and gently wiped the cloth over the delicate lines of her neck.
Alekai next washed her chest, just above her breasts, long strokes back and forth from shoulder to shoulder. He held the cloth in the middle of her chest just above her breasts and squeezed it, releasing a rich stream of soapsuds. She felt as the suds slid between her breasts, traveling slowly at first, gravity adding speed. They slithered down her stomach, just to the left of her belly button, hitting the top of her thigh. There the suds slipped between her legs and traveled the rest of the way to the granite floor on the inside of her left leg. He squeezed the cloth again, this time over each breast, depositing a healthy dollop of suds. She felt his hand delicately spread the suds out, his fingers dancing around her already erect nipples. He used the cloth on them as well, massaging her breasts.
He lathered the washcloth once more and returned to her body, starting just below her breasts on the top of her stomach. He washed in circles, around and around, working his way down, his free hand following close behind. The lower he got on Kore's stomach the smaller the circles. Her breath was beginning to shorten as he neared the junction of her thighs, the anticipation starting to take over. He reached her abdomen, just above her mound, then stopped.
He switched to her left thigh, starting high on her leg, washing up and down from the top to her knee on the outside working in, his freehand mirroring the washcloth. As he neared her inner thigh, she involuntarily opened her legs, her core already beginning to throb. The cloth slid up and down, barely brushing against her lips before sliding back down to her knee. He moved down to her calf, her body sorely aching, only made worse by her arousal. He bathed her calf and then washed her ankle.
She steadied herself on his shoulder as he picked up her foot and massaged and bathed it. He splashed water on it to rinse off the soap to avoid her slipping. Still steadying herself, she lifted her right foot so that he could begin his soapy ascent up her right leg. He lathered up her calf, working his way toward her thigh. He started on the outside once more, long strokes from her knee to the top of her thigh. She opened her legs more as the cloth rode up and down her inner thigh, just brushing her throbbing center, all traces of blood gone.
Her eye still closed, she felt him standing in front of her. He placed the washcloth just above her mound and with simple wrist movements he began to wash at her apex, sliding the cloth deep between her legs then back up to her lower stomach. She felt herself rocking her hips opposite the motion of the cloth, rubbing hard against his hand, back and forth. Her nipples were on fire, her clit throbbing and then he stopped. Her knees buckled a little when he removed his hand, she had been instinctively pressing down so hard.
Kore stood there waiting, breathing hard and then she felt the soft hot spray of the shower on her forehead. He rinsed her off, swaying her slowly back and forth, the water and soap cascading down her body, heading to the drain. He rinsed off her face, then back and forth across her chest above her breasts. She felt his mouth intermittently covering each nipple, licking and sucking them, sending waves of chills up and down her body.
Breathing heavy, she turned and braced herself once more against the front wall of the shower, her body aching and beginning to shake. She felt the trail on her neck and shoulders sending hot water tracing down her back and between her legs in streams.
He touched her hips, pulling her back from the wall. She slowly bent at the waist, still bracing herself against the front wall with her hands. He touched his hands on her inner thighs and she spread her legs wide for him, arching her back. She pushed her hips back toward him, silently begging for his teasing to end, and felt his finger find her clit, beginning to massage it in small circles. She felt the hot water pouring between their bodies and running against her throbbing core as his finger manipulated her clit. She pushed back harder against his hand as the same burning began to build as the night before and then it was gone.
A whimper escaped her lips and Alekai silenced it as he lined his member directly against her. He traced her opening with his cock, feeling the water pour off her ass. He rubbed the tip up and down the groove between her swollen lips. She felt him and immediately pressed back, unintentionally taking him deep inside her, squeezing down hard on him. She groaned low as the soreness ripened, and yet her body sang with him inside her. He grabbed her hips and started to thrust hard and deep inside her. She met each one of his thrusts by pushing back hard against the wall, feeling his cock drive deep inside her and the slow pounding of the hot water on the small of her back.
Harder and faster, he thrust until they both started to sweat from the steam, the sweet smell of soap lingering in the air. Her core on fire and nipples burning, she squeezed and released around his cock involuntarily with each hard penetration. He reached for her shoulders for more advantage and drove his throbbing member deeper inside, forgetting his earlier gentleness, ready to come. After a few more deep thrusts and he slammed inside her, coming hard. She pushed back to him, her body contracting with stars dancing behind her sight, climaxing with him, the hot pulsing water still hitting her, sending water cascading over her backside.
She used the wall to help her straighten. She turned and faced him, opening her eye for the first time. She slowly fell into his arms, exhausted, the water splashing in her hair. He brought her lips to his and kissed her deeply, the arm around her waist pulling her tight against him once more. When he released her lips, she sighed blissfully.
"Where is my mind?" Kordelia mused into his chest, and Alekai chuckled against the top of her head.
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