No Better Way to Spend A Morning

Lori was taking a shower. She finally got home, and for once Carl was out with a friend, leaving the house quiet, allowing her to have some time to relax. Just as the water got hot, and she leaned back to wash her hair, she heard the back door slam shut.

"Honey I'm home!" Called Rick's voice from the kitchen.

"In the shower!" She called back, annoyed. Leave it to him to ruin a peaceful moment.

"Can I come in? I'm gonna wash my face and shave…then after you're done you want to go out?" He called from outside the door. She grinned.

"Yeah, that sounds great. Door's unlocked!"

A few seconds later she heard him walk in. She heard something hit the linoleum floor with a light 'swish', it most likely was his shirt. As he turned the sink on, she yelped.

"BABY! In the shower!" she reminded him, causing him to laugh, "Oops. Sorry honey."

"You better be." As he adjusted the tap, she smiled, and grabbed her bottle of shampoo. She and Rick had the same routines; he would shave in the mornings, while she washed her hair. It worked out pretty well. As Lori went to comb hair with her fingers, she gave a soft yelp every few seconds.

"Ow! Trying this again….ow! Okay.." she sighed.

"What's wrong with you?" Rick asked, laughing.

"My hair…it's…ow! Snagged. Can you grab the brush that's on the sink? Should be on the left side." She said. He smiled, looking for it. Rick found it, right where were Lori said it would be. But would he give it to her? No, that'd it be too easy. Taking the brush, he picked it up and put it on the other side of the sink.

"Uh, honey, I don't see it." He lied, smirking. She sighed, "I guess I'll have to look for it."

Lori sighed, "I guess I'll have to look for it."

Stepping forward so that she could poke her head through the curtain, enough to let her see, she smiled when she saw Rick was washing his face. As usual. She giggled, causing him to turn around. The second he did, she backed up into the shower.

"You're such a tease, you know that?" he muttered, setting the washcloth on the rack just above the toilet. She grinned, "I know."

She grinned, "I know."

Rick almost had to laugh; the innocence within her tone was so contradictory to her actions as of late, that it almost a paradox. As he opens the medicine cabinet to grab a bottle of aftershave, his eyes linger on the mirror. Did the curtain just move? He shakes his head, he must be seeing things. As he closes the medicine cabinet, he smiles. It wasn't just his imagination, because he's just seen the quick flash of skin as his wife's leg and head are sticking out from behind the curtain, her manicured hands clutching the towel rack for support. He knows she's looking for the brush. He takes it in one of his hands, and turned to face her, holding it behind his back.

"Rick….it should be here. Where's my brush?" she asks softly, smiling, trying to get him to cave. He shakes his head, "Dunno. You gonna look for it?"

She raises an eyebrow, "You're hiding something, baby…"

"You mean this?" he asks, holding the brush above his head.

"Yes that!" She squeaks, climbing out of the shower, standing on her tiptoes, reaching for the brush.

"Well you're not getting it…" he teases, holding it even higher as she jumps for it. He smiles, she doesn't realize she's turning him on, the way she's pressing him against the sink, the way her breasts are bobbing in the slightest sexiest way. He can feel his body temp going up, but he remembers there's a time and place for acting on desire.

"B-But baby! My hair!" she complains, grinning, still reaching for it. He rolls his eyes, "Still not getting it." He looks down at her and kisses her forehead, then realizes that those beautiful icy blue eyes are pouting.

"Oh fine…" he says, lowering his hand to give her the brush. The minute she grabs for it, he kisses her full on the lips. He smiles into the kiss when he hears her whine. The brush had been in her hand, but she dropped it, choosing instead to wrap both of her arms around Rick's neck and stand back up on her tiptoes, allowing him to kiss her deeper. As he pulls away, she scowls.

"I thought you wanted to fix your hair." He stated, absentmindedly letting a low growl escaped the back of his throat, as he realized her delicate fingers were tracing his pecks.

"It can wait." She replied, looking up at him before hungrily kissing up his neck, causing him to smile. He picks her up, and she whines, as he sets her back in the shower.

"But Rick!" She protests. She hears him laugh, "Don't worry….I'll be in in like two seconds, just have to get my jeans off…"

Lori sighs, "Hurry up already. I don't like wa- mmhhmmm…." She moans, feeling Rick work the brushing through her soaking wet brown curls. As soon as he's done, she turns to look at him.

He was still in his boxers.

"You can take those off, you know…" she complained, obviously trying to give a hint.

"I know, but remember what happened last time?"

"Oh….right."

The last time she and Rick had taken a shower together like this, she was only trying to relax. Long story short, they ended up having sex.

"You'd better not…" Rick laughed, "Thought so."

Lori reached for the shaving cream, her legs were getting prickly, and she didn't like the feeling. As she leaned down to get it, she felt arms around her waist, holding her in an undeniable sexy way. As she uncapped it and rubbed a bit on her leg, she rolled her eyes, one hand reaching under the showerhead. Cupping her hand and letting it fill with water, she grinned as she flicked it at Rick.

"I just want to say I know you're going to shave. You don't need to, you're perfectly sexy just the way you are," he murmured, kissing her shoulder blade. She sighed, and set her foot up on the faucet that dispelled bathwater. As she reached for the razor, she felt a hand cover hers.

"Rick, I don't mess with you while you're shaving, I'd appreciate if you wouldn't mess with me."

"I'm not gonna mess with you, I promise." He said, kissing her neck, grabbing the razor from her hand. She sighed in defeat, "You better mean that."

He grinned, one of the hands around her waist adjusting the way he was holding her, the hand that held the razor gently setting it against her silky pale skin. As the hand around her waist began to trace small circles on her side with his fingertips, she smiled. She sighed in content as she felt the other hand with the razor begin to gently run up the side of her leg in soft strokes; she knew he'd be careful not to hurt her.

She leaned her head back into his shoulder, her brown hair falling on him, causing a wave of Goosebumps to appear on his skin. He smiled, "Easy girl, just relax...I've got this…" he reassured her. Lori smiled, it was true. She needed to relax, and surprisingly, Rick knew he was doing. As she closed her eyes and let the sound of Rick humming take her away, she could think of no better way to spend the morning.