> It wasn't long before Julia awoke and stretched, smiling softly as she
> remembered last night but then making a slight face as her body reminded
her
> of the fight before with both Miranda and Horton.
>
> Ow, she thought as she looked at the pillow Derek's head still had an
> impression where he had slept and then slowly looked around the room
> curiously. Then she heard the shower. She slipped out of bed languidly,
> borrowing the shirt he had worn yesterday and was half tossed on the chair
> nearby and slipping it on as, with her lips quirking at her sudden idea,
> quietly entered the bathroom.
>
> You lech, she accused herself with that same slight grin as she watched
him
> a moment, sighing to herself in a purely feminine manner at his form. And
> there was just something about seeing it in a room full of steam........
>
> You wicked lech, she corrected herself as, still not making any sound but
> unable to help herself, she slipped the shirt off, draped it over the edge
> of the sink and quietly slipped into the shower.
>
> She stepped up behind him and gently kissed the part of his back her
height
> allowed her to reach, not wanting to startle him as much as she suspected
> she would. And his poor shoulders looked like they needed the hot water
and
> a good massage to loosen his own sore muscles from yesterday.
>
Derek:
The sudden touch caught Derek completely by surprise. He spun around
quickly a look of shock on his face. Not at all certain what he expected to
find behind. You never could tell in this house, though nothing had ever
accosted him in the shower before.
"Julia," he exclaimed his cheeks turning slightly pink as the utter scandal
of it all hit him. "What are you doing," his accent was much thicker than
it normally might have been due to the morning grogginess combined with his
current embarrassment. His heart was still pounding from the shock of an
unexpected touch.
