"You are amazing," Dania muffled against the shower's glass pane. She fell on her knees, her legs slowly spread whilst she trembled. Her flushed visage was tell-tell of the passionate few minutes spent in the showers. '-Pressed her against the glass and… right,' he looked at the showerhead with a satisfied smile. Water gushed, it split on the glabella and rolled over the eyebrows, down his nose, and down the chin.
"Can you stay up?"
"No," she gasped, "-don't think I'll be able…"
"Should I get some help?"
"NO!"
"Fair," he stepped out, "-anything else?"
"No, I'll just get in the bath. Cruse, you're something else, I swear. Didn't imagine my first time to be so, how can I say, salacious." He simply smiled, left the showers, reached for towels, cleaned himself then exited onto the upper floor. The piano played soothingly, '-she's good,' he stopped and stared from an inner terrace. Her long hair swayed; her pluck of the notes added to the outside rain.
