[ Done. Johanna laughs and Kate grins, nevermind how twined up they are, how uncomfortable this position should be. It's fixed in a second anyway, when she lets go and slips out from behind Johanna, still without argument or obstinance. She's all eagerness, to comply, to press Johanna back, a forearm braced against tile at her side but doing nothing to keep space between them.
The shower pours down the wall, cascading off heads and shoulders. Kate makes enough room for her arm and a trickle of hot water and no more, fingers pressed back between Johanna's legs without delay, even as she's still arranging their knees and hips to fit comfortably together.
She wants another kiss but waits, ghosting one past Johanna's jaw, nosing at her cheek. ] And?
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The shower pours down the wall, cascading off heads and shoulders. Kate makes enough room for her arm and a trickle of hot water and no more, fingers pressed back between Johanna's legs without delay, even as she's still arranging their knees and hips to fit comfortably together.
She wants another kiss but waits, ghosting one past Johanna's jaw, nosing at her cheek. ] And?