Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

The high from being made into art didn't dissipate as they walked together, hand in hand, back through the Dungeon. The line of paint from Faith's forehead to belly button was accentuated by the plunging neckline of her jumpsuit. Drake spluttered with laughter as he saw her.

"Well, aren't you two a picture?" he said.

"Yes, we are," said Bex. "The perfect picture."

His answering smile acknowledged how happy they both looked.

Faith wasn't sure if he needed to check the photographs, but he waved the phone away when she offered it. "That's between you and Bex. We trust you."

She smiled her relief at him. "Thank you, Drake," Faith said.

"You're very welcome." He smiled at Bex as well, and then returned to reading a different book than before, but Faith was willing to bet it was another romance novel judging by the cover.

"Which floor, rainbow girl?" asked Bex as the elevator doors pinged open and they stepped inside.

"Yours," said Faith firmly. "I want to stay with you tonight."

After the scene they'd had, she wanted to be with Bex.

She needed to be with Bex.

"That sounds utterly lush," replied the other woman, and pressed the button for the second floor.

Bex's suite was almost identical to Faith's; in fact, she thought hers might be directly above Bex's. The idea that they'd been arriving and getting ready for their weekend at Rawhide in parallel, one above the other made her feel all warm inside.

"Shower time," said Bex. "We've got to all that paint off you before sit on any fabric furnishings. I don't want to have to pay for those bedsheets to be replaced because I have a feeling they're far more expensive than either of us realize."

The shower was a walk-in, with a rainfall showerhead and was more than big enough for the two of them. There was a bench built in against one wall, Bex and motioned for Faith to sit down.

"Too bad we can't shut that off," said Faith, pointing to the ceiling. "I find rainfall showers a bit overwhelming."

Bex grinned and gestured toward the shower spray wand. "Never fear, I got you covered. Besides, I don't think it'd be possible for a rainfall shower to get all of the paint. I'm going to have to hand wash you, rainbow girl."

Faith sat down on the bench, feeling the cool marble against her tush. She loved how Bex didn't dismiss her needs out of hand. Rainfall showers were a sensory nightmare. She had to keep her eyes clear from the water at all times, or else she'd end up screwing them shut and that was how accidents happened. Before she'd lived in her current apartment, she'd had a showerhead over a bath, instead of a separate walk-in shower, and had fallen over the side of the tub while her eyes were closed more times than was funny.

But she didn't have to do that here, because Bex had adjusted her plans accordingly.

The shower turned on, and Bex aimed the spray at Faith's back. The steady stream hit her, insistent, and as she started to see some of the color swirl down the drain, her mood dipped. She didn't want to not be art anymore.

Lowering her head until her chin hit her chest, she took in some deep breaths. The stream of water stopped and Bex moved around until she was standing in front of Faith. She dropped the wand, and it bounced against the tiles, the noise echoing, but Bex didn't seem to care.

She got down on her knees and looked up at Faith.

"Hey, rainbow girl, what's the matter?"

"If you wash the paint off," said Faith, sniffling a little bit, "I won't be a rainbow girl anymore."

"Oh, pickle," said Bex. "You'll always be my rainbow girl, paint or no paint."

That made logical sense, Faith knew that, but she wasn't feeling very logical right now. Nothing felt logical about any of this.

"Okay," said Bex. "I think you might be experiencing some sub drop. So we've a couple of options here: we can continue with the shower and then get you wrapped up in fluffy towels after; we can wrap you up in fluffy towels now; or we can have some fun time in the shower together. I think all three of those are decent enough options."

Faith looked at her eagerly. "Fun shower times," she said. "As long as I get to pick what we do."

Bex looked wary but nodded. "We can do that."

"Your turn to sit down then!" Faith said and moved Bex to sit exactly as she had been sitting moments ago. And then Faith took up the spot on the floor that Bex had just vacated.

From this angle, she could see all of Bex. The way her full breasts swung slightly, each time she moved, the swell of her belly above her thighs, and that perfectly round face.

"I'd like to taste you, please."

Bex met her eyes, and slowly nodded. "If you're sure?"

"I'm sure," said Faith, and with gentle hands, pushed Bex's knees apart.

Her clit was pretty and a dark pink, as if Bex had been wanting this for a very long time.

"I think you want me," said Faith, and she was delighted when Bex swore.

"Of course, I fucking want you. You're my rainbow girl and you're all bouncy and chirpy and naked. You're so very very naked for me and?—"

Faith had decided that that was enough talking from Bex, so she leaned forward and sucked on that pretty clit as hard as she could.

" Fuck ."

Faith grinned. That one word had been very heartfelt.

It turned out that as sweary as Bex was in day-to-day life, it was nothing compared to what she was like when Faith was eating her out.

And she tasted delicious. A slight tang with a sweetness behind it. Faith could have lost herself in that forever. Could have drowned in it.

Might well drown in it because Bex was wet, dripping over Faith's tongue and then, as she added them, over her fingers too.

She angled her head so she could breathe out of one nostril, a movement that must have made her look a little ridiculous, she was sure, but she must have brushed up against a sensitive spot because Bex groaned. And then hands were in her hair, urging her closer.

Bex began to move against her tongue, riding her face the way Faith had dreamed of, and the tiles beneath her knees faded away and all there was, was this.

Bex .

Her scent, her taste, her fingers firm against Faith's scalp, almost massaging her as they guided her. Her thighs were either side of Faith's face, thick thighs which felt soft against her skin, and they were beginning to tremble.

They were going to tighten around her, Faith could tell, keep her in place until Bex came upon her tongue and she wanted it. She longed for it.

And for the first time, Faith was beginning to realize she deserved this.

She deserved to have someone who cherished her, who thought up cute dates and incredible play scenes, who made Faith's pleasure her goal, and let Faith taste her.

Faith deserved happiness.

There was a shout above her, and Bex's fingers tightened, before suddenly going slack as she writhed beneath Faith's mouth.

"Fuck, rainbow girl. I'm coming. Faith, I'm coming!"

Her cries were so loud, especially in the echo-y shower, that Faith hoped the rooms were soundproofed.

When Bex's thighs had loosened, Faith sat back and rested her chin upon Bex's knee. "I do a good job?"

"You did a fucking incredible job. Holy fuck that was wild."

Faith grinned and tried not to look too smug. "You're welcome."

Bex looked down at her and mussed up her hair affectionately. "We're still going to have to get that paint off you."

"I know," said Faith. "But I don't mind too much now." It was weird, but she really didn't. It was as if getting to see Bex at the height of pleasure, in that most vulnerable of positions, had reassured Faith of Bex's trust in her.

Bex hauled Faith up to her feet and pulled her close. They stood there for several minutes, breast to breast, Faith resting her head in the crook of Bex's neck. It felt calm.

It felt right.

Eventually, Bex kissed her forehead and sat her down. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

This time she got the peach-scented body wash from the caddy on the wall, applied it to a washcloth and carefully ran it all over Faith's back and shoulders. The touch was soothing, and when she eventually turned the shower wand's spray to Faith's body, the rainbow swirls of water didn't make her sad anymore, they made her smile. Gentle strokes alternating with the spray of water cleaned much of the paint away.

Cleaning her ass was slightly more complicated, and a lot more amusing. It couldn't happen whilst they were sitting down, and the two of them joked around, with Faith pretending to go splat on the wall, and Bex spraying her as if with a hose, and then they ended with her on her hands on knees on the bench, the cloth and spray being used that way.

It made them both laugh.

As the last swirls of paint drifted down the drain, Bex leaned down and kissed Faith. "Gods you're beautiful, rainbow girl, with or without paint."