I shrug nonchalantly. “I have a sister. She always had some really bad ones growing up.”
A small smile pulls at Scarlett’s lips as we settle, watching the film as I start to play with her hair. Scarlett gradually gets sleepier, knocking out cold fairly quickly. And I’m not that far behind her.
…
I stir after hearing a soft groan in the distance. I slowly open my eyes upon hearing another to see Scarlett curled up on top of me, face scrunched in pain which makes me jolt awake immediately.
“What’s wrong, Scar?” I pull her into my chest, holding her close. “What can I do?”
She shrugs, trying to get closer to me - trying to find any kind of comfort.
Winding my hand through her hair, I pull softly so that she’s looking up at me. “How about we have a shower?”
Her eyes widen as she shakes her head vigorously. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not, baby?” I try to soothe her, stroking her hair.
“Because I’m gross right now, Levi.” She says through gritted teeth.
I roll my eyes at her as I get out of bed.
“Do you trust me?” I murmur, and she nods as I scoop her up into my left arm and carry her across to her bathroom.
She lets out a nervous laugh. “What are you doing?”
“We’re having a shower. Let me take care of you, Princess.” My eyes clash with hers and she softens, finally relenting andletting me look after her. I mean, I owe her for how much she’s helped me over the past few weeks.
Grasping the hem of her top, I pull it up over her head, letting it drop to the floor. I hook my fingers into the hem of her sweatpants, dropping to my knees, I let my fingers trace the length of her legs as I drag them down, and she slowly steps out.
I slip my fingers into the band of her underwear next, flicking my eyes to meet hers, searching them for approval. She releases a shaky breath, trembling as she nods her head and I drag them down her legs before placing a soft kiss on her knee.
“I just…” She trails off, dropping her head so that her chin is almost touching her chest. “I need to…”
Pressing another gentle kiss against her navel, I look up at her through my lashes as I speak against her skin. “I’ve got you, Scar.”
I get back to my feet, reaching into the shower and turning on the water as Scarlett shuffles around a bit to get herself ready before I guide her in and quickly undress before joining her. She shuffles so that she’s standing under the water, tilting her head back to wet her hair and I take her in. Slim and lean, her long legs, to her toned waist. Perky breasts topped with dusky pink nipples. My gaze slides up the length of her neck to her pink pouty lips before meeting her eyes that are already on me.
The corner of my lip turns up in a small grin before I lean down to press a light kiss on her lips before reaching for her shampoo.
Scarlett’s eyes are curious as I squeeze some onto my hand. I jut my chin at her and she moves out from under the water.
Her eyes flutter closed as I start to work the shampoo into her scalp. I keep my movements slow, and unhurried.
“Is this okay?” I keep my voice soft, and she whispers a “yeah,” as she finally lets her body fully relax, the tension melting away.
Once I’ve worked the shampoo throughout her hair, I gently move her so that she’s under the water, tilting her head back to wash out the suds. She lets out a soft sigh as I support her neck with one hand and run my fingers through her hair with the other.
I grab the bottle of conditioner, squirting some on my hand before working it through the ends of her hair. Letting it sit for a moment I grab the soap and begin to wash the rest of her, from her arms, over her breasts, down her stomach, to her legs.
Kneeling, I run my hands up over her thighs, bringing my right hand to between her legs. Glancing up at her through my lashes, I search her for any sense of hesitation and find none.
I slide one finger through her pussy, finding her already wet for me. Slipping a finger inside her, slowly pump before adding a second.
Scarlett’s mouth drops open as she collapses against the cold tiles, a shiver making its way through her. I continue to work her pussy as I grasp her knee, propping her leg up on my shoulder to open her up more.
She looks down at me through hooded eyes as a soft moan falls from her pink lips.
“Does that feel good, Princess?” I keep my voice gentle as I curl my fingers in her making her hips snap forward, a hand falling to my head, gripping my hair.
