David carried most bags into the house. Brigitte held the door for him and grinned.
"No, thank you! I don't know how to repay you."
"Just count them as welcome gifts."
"You're too generous."
"You're a likable guest."
Brig took out all the clothes she bought and started to fold them. "What do you want to wear tonight?"
"Whatever you pick for me is fine."
Brig smiled and laid out a blue silk shirt together with brown pants. "Okay, you can go ahead and take a shower. But let me cover your arm with a plastic bag first."
Dave watched her curiously as she carefully put his broken arm into a plastic bag and tie it at his elbow. Then, she led him to a strange room that she called "bathroom".
"Okay, towels are on the rack. Go ahead and take a shower."
"Ummm...Pardon me but I'm not sure what you mean."
Brig frowned. "You have never heard of shower before?"
"I'm sorry. I only know about bathing."
Brig smiled readily. "Oh, I didn't realize that. Don't say sorry, you should always ask."
She pointed to a white seat with a big hole that contained water. "This is a toilet. For you, you have to lift this seat up when you relieve your bladder. When you're done, flush it like this and put this seat back down. For heavier duty, you leave the seat down, sit and you know, do your business, then you flush it again. That way we don't have to worry about cleaning."
"Ah, an advanced form of plumbing."
"Yes, I'm glad you know about plumbing." She blushed and laughed. Then, she turned to a white bathtub and pulled back the curtain. "This is the bathtub. You can fill it with water for a bath. Usually, you just stand in there and take a shower."
"What's a shower?" Dave asked, still baffled by the odd word.
"It's a fastest method to clean yourself without taking a bath. You let water run over you, then you shampoo and soap yourself and rinse yourself. It saves time and water."
"Sounds convenient but how do I get the water to run on me? I mean, I can use my telekinesis but..."
Brig laughed out loud. "That's very neat. Here's the knob to turn water on. You push it up and water from this showerhead will flow out. You can turn the knob this way, toward the 'H' for hot water and the opposite way for colder water. You can adjust until the water's temperature is comfortable for you."
"Oh, all right. So I put it up like this." Water immediately squirted and fell on top of Dave, startling him and making him jump back.
Brig laughed. "It's okay. Startling you, huh? You'll get used to it. Is it too hot?"
Dave held out his hand under the water, amazed. "Uhm, no."
"Don't be afraid to adjust. It's made to be adjusted to your preference." Brig tested the water with her own hand and turned the knob back and forth. When she was satisfied, she asked him again. "Is it okay?"
Dave stepped slowly toward the water and then stood under it. "Yes, it's perfect. The river I went to was usually colder but this is better. Thank you."
Brig laughed. "I suggest you might want to take off your clothes. Otherwise, you won't be able to soap yourself. Here's the shampoo and here's the body wash. You pop the cap like this and pour out enough amount for your hair or your body." She made an example of pouring the soaps on her hand then she washed her hands right next to his body. "I'll leave you to your privacy but if you have any question, you just holler and I'll be right behind the door."
"Wait, where do I put my wet clothes?"
"Oh, just dump them on the floor or give them to me, I'll throw them in the laundry basket to be washed later."
Not wanting to wet her floor, making her clean up after him again, he unbuttoned his blouse that she had bought him. He then used his telekinesis to move the shirt out of his broken arm in order to not screw up her careful cover.
She watched him in wonder. "That's very handy!"
Her gaze on him made him hot. His hand on his waistband, he hesitated to put his pants down. She still didn't look away and his soaking wet pants were sticking to him, revealing his arousal. Embarrassed, he turned sideway uncomfortably.
"Oh, right, I won't look. I'm turning my back. Just throw them on the floor and I'll gather them up."
Dave quickly stepped out of his pants and held them out, except she didn't take them. Surprised, he slowly turned around to see her back. The sight of her standing there, holding his wet blouse, awaiting for him, made him smile and long to embrace her. He stood there for a few long minutes to smile at her back. He didn't want to just throw his pants on the floor and have her pick them up like some kind of servant. That picture disgusted him. Not wanting her to start wondering what took him so long to take out his pants, he held out his pants and spoke lowly. "Here they are. Thank you very much."
She turned her head to locate his wet clothes and stared straight to his face instead. Her brown eyes mesmerized him into silence. He automatically leaned closer and kissed her lips. She froze for a few seconds then relaxed and kissed him back. Then, she gasped as his wet clothes were smashed into her side. He let up and blushed red in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to make you wet..."
"That's not a problem. I'm going to take a shower right after you anyway." Her cheeks were as red as his. She looked into his eyes for few brief minutes, then she glanced quickly at his body and left in a hurry. "Enjoy your shower." She said below her breath before she closed the door.
Brig leaned against the door and listened to the water, recalling his body. The way he acted around her was so cute. He didn't choose to even leave the clothes on the ground; she was very charmed by his shy and sweet actions. She smiled to herself and forced herself to step away and started to arrange Dave's clothes in her closet.
With his heart still thumping hard in his chest, Dave turned his face up and let the water run over him. He couldn't resist her. Her soothing presence, her happy laughters, her captivating eyes, her soft lips, everything about her was perfect. He wanted to touch her, to hold her close.
Looking at the two bottles she showed him, he guessed by "shampoo", she meant washing his hairs. He carefully tip the bottle for a little bit of thick light blue cream. It smelled almost like mint but not quite. He dumped it on his hairs and ruffled his wet hairs. He squinted his eyes as some of the liquid dropped into his eyes. He quickly rinsed with water and blinked his eyes rapidly. Odd, he wondered what was in this shampoo thing? His telekinesis was really useful at showering with one hand. He used his ability to move and tip the bottles into his hand. He wondered how ordinary people would shower with one hand. Perhaps, they asked someone to shower with them. He would love to have Brig standing next to him. He imagined enjoying putting soap on her body, massaging the cream on every inch of her skin. The vision made him more aroused and drove him crazy with lust. Pushing that picture out of his head, he focused on the task of rinsing the soap off his body. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of water beating down on him.
The picture of Brig standing with her back to him, holding his wet blouse and waiting for him came up. He replayed the moment she turned her head and stared at him. It made his heart race and soothed his soul. He didn't know why but he became more relaxed and had a smile on his face without even aware of it. He smiled at Brig's picture he had captured in his mind. Oddly, his worries were also washed away together with the soap. Feeling refreshed and warm inside, he pushed the big water knob down and stepped out of the bathtub. Directing the towels the dry his body, he smiled at the memory of their kiss again. Then, he realized he was naked and had no way but to walk out in his lack of clothes state. He cracked open the door to scan for Brig. She wasn't in the bedroom but his clothes were laid out on her bed. Scanning the room again, he ran to the bed and put his clothes on hastily. Brig walked in while he was struggling to put on his shirt.
"Oh, sorry!" She quickly turned away and turned back again just as quick. "Let me help you." She rushed to his side and took off the plastic bag covering his arm. She ran into the bathroom and came back with a wet towel. She wiped his arm and hand, then carefully moved it to fit into his shirt. Dave was beyond moved by how much care she took while touching his arm, as if she was afraid of hurting him somehow. Daring to answering his urge, he pulled her close and kissed her again. He kissed her hard and let go of her fast before she pushed him away. She didn't even look like she was thinking of any distance between them; she had a dazed look that made him want to kiss her senesless again. He waited for her protest but it never came. She blinked, blushed and smiled. Brig stared up to him again, pulling him deeper into her gaze, she raised up on her tip-toes and pecked a quick kiss on his lips. Then, she swiftly turned toward the bathroom. "I think it's my turn for a shower. We don't want to be late and make my friends waiting."
"Right, sorry I took too much time."
"You're fine. I take even longer for a shower." She turned her head and flashed him a quick grin.
He had no idea how much time had gone by or how much time they had left before the meet-up. His mind or his awareness about surrounding was completely lost when he touched her, espcially when his lips found hers. He fingered his lips, feeling the sweet ghost-feeling of her lips moving against them. If he was dead, this would be his perfect heaven. Forcing himself not to think about his past or what might lie ahead, he conjured up Brig's face again. Yes, for awhile, for once, let me dream, and if it's a dream, I wish to never wake up.