​     Thorsday morning (THREE):

​     Niki Creole turned the shower on as hot as she could get it. She wanted the water to just scald the hell out of her sweat encrusted black skin. She saturated a rag with musk scented soap, then ran the rag all over herself until soap covered every part of her body, yet still she smelled her lover from the night before.

     Good.

​     She didn't want Fathom's scent to go away. The way she felt that morning, it'd be fine with her if she carried her lover's scent in her nostril's until her dying breath. Her breasts felt tender because Fathom had licked and caressed them all night long. Niki's nipples got hard at the thought of it, and she chuckled. The only time her nipples had softened since she'd first laid eyes on Fathom at eight o'clock the night before over beers were right after they mutually climaxed and nestled in each other's arms, sweaty and panting and waiting to get their breaths back so they could start making love all over again.

​     Because that's what it was. It was love. They both knew it, understood that fact to their core, that they'd been in love almost from the first second they made eye contact, and that was that. That's why they stripped off their clothes the second they got alone. Niki had to be careful soaping her pussy. This was one of those times when Niki  was so tender down there she could just feel the color red, yet whenever she washed herself she found she couldn't stop because touching herself reminded her of when Fathom touched her, and with her eyes Fathom kept asking, can I go further? Can I go further? and Niki's reply was always yes, yes, please, please, as night turned into morning and the wine bottle slowly emptied.

     No, it was love. They both knew it, but they both also had to be at work by seven A.M., so...a few last passionate kisses, on with the clothes for Fathom, then out the door Fathom went with promises of soon on her lips.

     And now...

     Niki let the so-very-hot water flow over her long after the soap had disappeared down the drain. She didn't want the shower to be over with because that would mean her night with Fathom had at last come to an end. She wanted the love, the passion, the power that surged within her to glow for the rest of the day if possible, for the rest of her life if at all possible. Crazy thoughts, sure, but after such a crazy, game changing night...

     A fist caught her full in the jaw.

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