Brooke nodded and eased the shampoo bottle from Anna’s hands. Brooke had never washed anyone else’s hair before, but the thought of sharing that intimacy with Anna was too great to pass up. She squirted a bit of the shampoo onto her palm and worked it into Anna’s scalp. Anna melted under her touch, practically purring as Brooke's fingers lathered the shampoo into Anna’s hair, her short nails, scratching lightly as she teased it through Anna’s tangles.
Anna all but pouted as Brooke spun her easily, guiding her under the stream of the water to help her rinse. She hadn’t expected Anna to return the favor, though. She wasn’t sure why, but she was pleasantly surprised when Anna reached for Brooke's shampoo bottle. Brooke had never had this. The care and reverence in which Anna seemed to always touch her with was so intimate and so pure. It almost made Brooke's eyes water, but she didn’t want to break the tenderness of the moment. She just let Anna work out her tangles.
For some reason, soaping each other made them both a bit giggly and playful. The phone call was forgotten as they attempted to get each other clean at the same time. Their bodies slipped and slid against each other, the soap removing any potential friction between them.
“You know you’re stuck with this now, right?” Anna asked as Brooke scrubbed gently down the center of Anna’s back, not for a second forgetting what this must mean for Anna.
“What do you mean?” Brooke asked, kissing down Anna’s shoulder, not at all bothered by the taste of soap against her lips.
“I’m always going to want to shower with you now,” Anna said, laughing as Brooke soaped her ass for the sixth time.
Brooke looped her arms around Anna’s waist and pulled her back, tightly into her front.“Good,” Brooke whispered, happier than she had ever been.
After they had rinsed off and dried off, Brooke looked at her phone. She had missed a call from Christine, not Clarence. That was a relief. She and Anna still had about fifteen minutes before Clarence would arrive. Which was plenty of time for them to get dressed and maybe even call Christine back.
“What are you wearing to this?” Anna asked as she dried herself off with a towel.
Brooke couldn’t get over the fact that she was watching a very naked Anna Fourchette towel herself off. Brooke looked up in a daze.“What?”
Anna just let out a laugh and shook her head.“I asked what you were going to wear to this.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.” Brooke blushed. She focused on her own towel work then.“I have a light blue polo and some khaki pants.” She offered a smile at Anna.“Out of curiosity, what would you be wearing to it if I hadn’t asked you to dress fancy all week?” She had just realized that she had no idea what her girlfriend wore to things like brunch for real.
Anna grinned at her.“My overalls.” There was no question about it.“I’ve been on a real overall kick recently.”
The thought of Anna in a pair of overalls was almost unbearably cute. Brooke knew that it had been important to provide an appropriate wardrobe for all of the fancier events, but she wished that she hadn’t worried so much about all of the spaces in between. She wished that Anna had her overalls to wear today. She was so ready to get to know all of Anna. To peel back all of the layers. To just be with her as she truly was.
“I wish you had them. I feel like you in overalls would be incredibly cute,” Brooke admitted.
Anna practically snorted.“Oh, I have them.”
Brooke’s eyes widened.“Wait, really?”
Anna nodded, clearly excited.“They’re the comfiest things in the world. Hell yeah, I brought them.”
“You should wear them.”
“Nah, you’re going to be all fancy in your polo. I can wear the outfit I originally planned. It’s another, less fancy dress. It’s fine.”
Brooke shook her head.“I insist. They all already love you. And I love you. You. I want you to get to wear the comfiest thing in the world to brunch.” Brooke had never said‘comfiest’in her life. She wasn’t even sure it was a real word, but she wanted Anna to get to be it, regardless. And more importantly, she wanted Anna to get to be herself.
Anna looked a little skeptical.“Yeah? You don’t mind?”
“I insist.” Brooke said, kissing the corners of Anna’s lips.“I should probably call Christine back.”
“Want to put her on speaker?” Anna asked, wiggling her eyebrows.“We can fill her in on everything that’s happened?”
Brooke blushed. Everything that’s happened. She and Anna were real. They had had sex, a lot of sex. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other, actually. She scrunched up her face.“You know I’ve never been one for sharing.”
“I’ll do it,” Anna offered, giggling.“I’d love to get to tell Chris.”
Brooke let out a laugh. Anna was truly perfect.“Alright, well if you don’t mind, I do think she’s going to be thrilled about the news.”
“We should call her while we get dressed,” Anna responded, pointedly heading out of the bathroom and into their bedroom.
“Oh yeah?” Brooke asked, following her, wondering why they wouldn’t wait until after they had gotten dressed.
“Yep.” Anna spun back to face her, biting her bottom lip. Her gaze dipped dangerously far south.“Because if we don’t and you let that towel drop, we are definitely going to be late to brunch. And I for one, think that we have traumatized Clarence enough for one week.”
