Except, Jerica didn’t go to the dining room. She interrupted Bridget’s attempt to stand up from the couch by straddling her, bending down, and kissing her as though both their lives depended on it. Bridget gripped Jerica’s hips, her fingers digging into her flesh as she held on tightly. Jerica didn’t stop. The heat in Bridget’s body went from cool to steamy, and she wanted nothing more than to get her hands on Jerica.
Breaking the kiss, Jerica closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to Bridget’s. She took deep steadying breaths before she spoke, and Bridget lived into the silence, letting Jerica take whatever time she needed.
“I need a shower. Will you join me?”
“I uh…can I take a shower and get my foot wet?”
Jerica sat up, her shoulders straightening. “You should be able to. Didn’t the doctor tell you?”
“He might have, but that medical speak kind of goes over my head.”
“It’s been seven weeks since surgery, right?”
Bridget nodded. “But I have to keep it dry. I do remember that.”
“Yeah, but we can dry it after. Come on.”
Jerica climbed off her and held out a hand to help Bridget up. With her crutches, they maneuvered into the bathroom. Jerica dropped her scrubs quickly, plopping them into the wicker laundry basket before she started to undress Bridget.
With steam filling up the small bathroom, Jerica threw her hair up into a messy bun and opened the curtain to slide into the spray. Bridget’s heart thumped wildly. She’d only been naked with Jerica once before, but she’d thought about it so many times before and after that. She had to keep her cool.
“Bridget? You coming?”
Groaning as quietly as possible, Bridget stared at the shower curtain. This was either going to be a disaster or amazing. She still wasn’t feeling super steady without her crutches, and adding in a slippery wet floor and woman weren’t going to make that any better, but Jerica…naked…wet and naked.
Pulling aside the curtain, Bridget stepped over the side of the tub to get into the shower. Jerica grinned at her, already soaped up from neck to feet. “Sorry, I had to get the day’s work off me. It was…you don’t want to know what ended up on my scrubs today.”
“I’m sure I don’t.” Bridget’s voice sounded so terse, but it wasn’t because of anything Jerica said, it was because she had to focus so hard to say anything.
Jerica turned around, rinsing in the hot water. Bridget took it as her chance and moved in, sliding her hands along the soft curves at Jerica’s sides to her hips and back up. She stepped in again, cupping Jerica’s breasts and playing with her nipples. Jerica hummed and leaned back into Bridget’s chest.
“I missed you,” Jerica whispered as she reached up behind Bridget’s head and lifted her chin so their lips could connect. “I thought about tonight all day, and it was one of the few things that got me through the day.”
Bridget said nothing as she rubbed their mouths together tenderly. She wanted to entice Jerica to think about something else, but at the same time, she wanted to give her the space to talk about whatever she needed.
“Bridge?”
“Hmm?” Bridget moved and nibbled on Jerica’s neck, small water droplets hitting her face as she allowed herself to be completely enamored with Jerica’s body.
“Touch me already.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Bridget didn’t wait as she slid one hand away from playing with Jerica’s dark nipples to between her legs. She started slowly, making delicate circles against Jerica’s clit. This was going to be slow, torturous if they could manage, although Bridget had very little patience in general, so as soon as Jerica started keening, she’d probably do whatever Jerica asked.
Jerica rocked her hips in time with Bridget’s hand, her eyes fluttering shut. Bridget kept the pace, not dipping lower, but keeping everything as rhythmic as possible. Jerica’s lips parted, and if they were facing each other, Bridget would have taken them with her own. Instead, she kissed Jerica’s cheek and shoulder, the small amount of skin she could reach.
“I’m close,” Jerica whispered. “I’ve wanted this all day.”
Bridget hummed, keeping everything as soft and tender as possible. She wanted this to be a sweet moment, where she was finally given the chance to take care of Jerica in whatever way she needed.
“Bridge…” Jerica’s voice was lost in the spray of the water.
As she orgasmed, she gripped Bridget’s head, her body twitched, and her eyes fluttered shut. As Bridget moved her hand, Jerica spun around and kissed her sweetly, deeply. Everything felt so settled, in a way Bridget had never quite experienced before, as though it was normal for Jerica to come home all worked up and needing to be taken care of by the one person who could.
Breaking the embrace, Jerica smiled. “Why don’t you finish up and then join me in the bed. We can eat later, or rather, eat food later.”
With a wink, Jerica was shifting out of the shower. Bridget was left speechless. How the woman could go from needing care to flirtatious in two milliseconds flat was beyond Bridget’s ability. She always lingered in her feelings far longer than that. Sighing, Bridget grabbed the body wash and lathered herself up. She made sure to clean around her ankle since she hadn’t done it with more than a washcloth since surgery. Wrinkling her nose at it, she gave it a second clean just to be sure.
As soon as she stepped out of the water, Jerica was there waiting for her with a dry towel in her hands. Bridget awkwardly made it halfway to the bedroom with the towel semi-wrapped around her chest and her crutches before she gave up, dropped the towel and moved far more freely into the bedroom. Jerica picked the towel up after her and threw it onto the floor of the bedroom before climbing onto the mattress and straddling Bridget again.