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Even though he preferred to be showering in his own shower in his own apartment on his own homeworld, Carth was appreciative of the amenities in the naval base on Corellia where he was afforded a longer shower than when out patrolling aboard a capital ship. Regardless of where he was, he liked his showers hot, and in more ways than one whenever he was at home with Morgana.
Morgana…
The hot water pelted the top of his head, a poor simulation of the scalp massages of Morgana’s he would luxuriate in, but certainly better than nothing. He’d started doing the same on his own – running a hand through his hair – whenever he was anxious now, trying to recapture even a modicum of the reassurance her presence provided. And Morgana, that beautiful, smart, fabulous woman, had noticed him beginning to do it at times even when he was home, and with a knowing smile said nothing, but found more excuses to get her hands into his hair.
Morgana…
Carth shifted forward slightly in the shower. Rivulets of hot water ran down his back, reminding him of the way that, early in the morning as he rose from their bed, the shirtless skin of his back gently cooling without the blankets to trap the heat, Morgana, roused from her sleep by his movements would softly moan a ‘good morning’, lightly trailing her fingers down his skin, before rolling over and going back to sleep.
Morgana…
Turning to face the stream he felt the water run over his chest. If he closed his eyes he could imagine being with his wife, the way they shared their shower at home, her fingers lightly dancing in a seductive way from his shoulders down to his…
Morgana…
Carth smiled, enjoying the memory of his wife, and building his anticipation for having her in the shower again.
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Morgana stood looking at the shower taps, hand hovering over the cold, psyching herself up to turn it. Her showers weren’t the same whenever Carth was away with the fleet. It wasn’t the only difference, and far from the biggest one, but something she faced every morning.
Sure, she slept better when she wasn’t disturbed by the movement of another person in her bed, and she didn’t have to worry about him absentmindedly leaving plates in the sink setting a poor example for Dustil, and other minor changes in her life that were better when she was the complete master of her day without another adult to have to negotiate with, but still…
Carth…
She couldn’t bring herself to touch the hot tap. If she hadn’t seen it, from the temperature of their showers she might have believed that Carth never touched the cold tap either, but there was something about the space that was precious for the two of them that she didn’t want to encroach upon when she was left alone. Again.
Carth…
It wasn’t that she didn’t like warm showers, far from it, she simply didn’t have them anymore. The scattered weeks her husband was home on leave were intense, as if the two of them had any hope of making up for lost time. But Dustil was old enough and observant enough they needed to be discrete about their trysts, which left their bed at night… and the shower in the morning. Carth loved hot showers, and she quickly let him have his way with the water temperature so he could take his time having his way with her.
Carth…
No, she couldn’t bring herself to have a long warm shower in that space. Previously she did, but the way the warm water ran from her face down her neck and over her shoulders increasingly reminded her of his hands that would desperately map every inch of her skin all the way down to-
A quick movement from the elbow saw her train of thought derailed by her mind registering the sensation of a blast of freezing water.