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his hands on Claire's head. He
pulled the sopping hair away from her face off her cheeks and away
from her lips. She put her hands on his hips to help guide the
pace. His thighs bunched against her breasts in evidence of the
strain he was taking not to thrust into her too deeply. Not to
choke her. She was grateful for the small courtesies, a reminder of
how much she had once loved him and the reasons why.
     
    She let one hand creep down between her legs
to slip and slide across the top of her clitoris. It thrummed under
her touch. It had grown impossibly huge, turgid, like a small cock
of her own. She stroked it between her fingers like it was a cock.
Up and down, the same rhythm she was using on Malcolm. The pace
quickened. His hips began to move, and she no longer tried to stop
him from thrusting so deeply into her. Claire fucked herself with
her fingers, close to coming, ready to explode.
     
    She toppled over the edge just as Malcolm's
hand twisted painfully in her hair. He let out a low cry. His body
shuddered against her. The sound of his climax made a second,
smaller orgasm ripple through her. He tasted like the ocean.After
that, it took only a moment to realize two things. Her knees hurt
badly and the water was turning cold. It seemed impossible to her
that she could ever be cold in Malcolm's embrace, but Claire knew
if they didn't get out soon, they'd be frozen in minutes. He helped
her to her feet and kissed her while the water rinsed the taste of
him from her mouth.
     
    "You didn't wash yourself," she said. "Here.
Use my--"
     

    Her fingers twitched on the bottle.
     
    "Claire?"
     
    She tilted her head to look at the hanging
basket and the bottles inside it. Something about the scent...not
of ginger and orange. Something else.
     
    "Claire, love, are you all right?"
     
    She reached for the bottle of body wash, but
her fingers curved on air instead of plastic. She couldn't recall
bringing any soap with her. Or anything at all, for that matter.
She drew back her hand without grabbing the bottle.
     
    "Fine." She got out of the shower and toweled
off quickly. She dressed in a pair of fleecy sweatpants and her
college sweatshirt, added socks, then padded from the bathroom
while combing her hair.
     
    The pervasive chill that had been briefly
vanquished by the hot shower and Malcolm's kisses crept back.
Claire went to the large bay window in the living room and looked
out to the gray sky above. It wasn't raining. Just gray. Like her
sudden mood.
     
    "Won't it ever get warm?" she cried
grumpily.
     
    "Ah, don't complain." Malcolm, clad only in a
towel, sauntered to the window and looked over her shoulder. He
slipped his arms around her waist. "Gives us an excuse to stay
inside and make out on the couch while we watch old movies."
     
    His words didn't do much to cheer her. Claire
turned and pressed her face to his bare chest, still damp from the
shower. He nuzzled her neck.
     
    Some things change.
     
    And some things don't.
     
    Again, the words echoed in her mind, but no
matter how hard she tried, Claire couldn't figure out what they
meant.
     
    * * * *
     
    Claire slid the omelet and toast onto a plate
and called over her shoulder. "Breakfast!"
     
    She turned to put the plate on the table and
jumped, hand over her heart. "You scared the life out of me!"
     
    She put the plate in front of him and bent
closer to peer into Malcolm's eyes. "You don't look good. Are you
all right?"
     
    "I'm fine."
     
    Concerned, she put her hand to his forehead.
"You're on fire! You must have a fever. You should go--" He reached
up and arrested her hand with his, then brought it to his lips and
kissed it. Today his eyes were gray with matching shadows beneath.
"I've no fever, Claire. Don't worry about it."
     
    Claire took the seat across from him, her
hand still captured in his. "Then what's wrong? You look sick."
     
    He shook his head in reply. "Every
day..."
     
    "Every day what?" Claire asked when he didn't
go further.