Keep Me Warm
Chapter 2
I flinched slightly as Harry leaned forward, but relaxed when I noticed his hand reaching to adjust the temperature. Effortlessly holding up my weight along with his own, he gradually began to turn the dial, allowing our bodies to adjust to the heat. When he finally found a temperature he felt was warming enough, he looked towards me for confirmation. The hot water made my wounds sting, but it was soothing to my aching, weak exterior. Still, no matter how much water ran over me, I felt dirty. I felt as though no substance could ever wash away the disgust and pain that coated me. I simply nodded in confirmation, still too ashamed to make eye contact again.
Harry leaned back slighlty and gently sat down, leaving us to sit in our original position. Harry then grabbed shampoo and placed some in his palm before he began to massage it gently into my scalp. He was careful to make sure that no soap would get into my eyes. Leaf fragments along with the dirt clumps rushed to the drain along with filthy, brown water. He continued the process until the water that ran from my hair was clear. Once he found that my hair appeared as it normally would, he rubbed some conditioner in my hair and carefully distributed it thoroughly before rinsing it away.
After finishing my hair, Harry reached and retrieved a rag from the shelf outside the shower door. He placed the rag on my knee after he shut the shower door again. I stared at the rag glumly for a moment, hoping he would take it away. Harry leaned around my shoulder, noting my expression and state of my exhausted limbs. He grabbed the rag back from my knee then placed a small amount of soap on it before placing it on my skin. He began to wash the skin of my arms, then my shoulders.
"Get rid of the dress," I whispered.
He froze, not knowing if he had heard me correctly. I turned around slowly to face him, noticing the surprised and confused expression on his face.
"Please," I pleaded softly, quickly glancing at his eyes then to his chest as he nodded reassuredly.
He took a second to ponder the best way to remove the dress, then he effortlessly, yet gently ripped it from my body. I was still sitting on his lap with my back turned, but I was now completely exposed. Not another fabric covered my body. In any other situation, I would have tried to cover myself while blushing from embarrassment, but neither of us really seemed to mind under the circumstances of this situation. I could feel the pain and disgust being washed from my body as he continued to wash my shoulders and back. It felt as if the filth that had setting deep in my body was being lifted and removed. He started on the front of my torso, but paused before he reached my breasts.
"It's okay" I whispered, yet still jerked when he started, making him stop again.
Knowing that my reaction had probably worried Harry, so I grapped his hand and placed it again so that he would continue. He then continued working his way down, gently washing the dirt and fear away with every stroke. When he reached my knees and feet, I gasped slightly as he gently cleaned the torn skin and small scrapes. I turned and checked Harry's expression. His eyebrows were still furrowed in a pained look of concern as he raised and stared at my hands, deeply observing my fingernails.
After laying my right hand down to my knee, Harry quickly fumbled with each of his soaked pockets and pulled out a toothpick. He then gently scraped the dirt, blood, and flesh from beneath each of my fingernails, placing the contents he removed on a tissue that he pulled from the box on the shelf outside the shower. At the time, I didn't really take much notice to how carefully and specifically he had done this. I was just glad that he had gotten rid of it, and I was glad that he was there.
Panic ran through me and I grabbed onto him tightly as he began to shift under me, not wanting him to go and afraid to lose contact with his warm and protective body.
Harry leaned back slighlty and gently sat down, leaving us to sit in our original position. Harry then grabbed shampoo and placed some in his palm before he began to massage it gently into my scalp. He was careful to make sure that no soap would get into my eyes. Leaf fragments along with the dirt clumps rushed to the drain along with filthy, brown water. He continued the process until the water that ran from my hair was clear. Once he found that my hair appeared as it normally would, he rubbed some conditioner in my hair and carefully distributed it thoroughly before rinsing it away.
After finishing my hair, Harry reached and retrieved a rag from the shelf outside the shower door. He placed the rag on my knee after he shut the shower door again. I stared at the rag glumly for a moment, hoping he would take it away. Harry leaned around my shoulder, noting my expression and state of my exhausted limbs. He grabbed the rag back from my knee then placed a small amount of soap on it before placing it on my skin. He began to wash the skin of my arms, then my shoulders.
"Get rid of the dress," I whispered.
He froze, not knowing if he had heard me correctly. I turned around slowly to face him, noticing the surprised and confused expression on his face.
"Please," I pleaded softly, quickly glancing at his eyes then to his chest as he nodded reassuredly.
He took a second to ponder the best way to remove the dress, then he effortlessly, yet gently ripped it from my body. I was still sitting on his lap with my back turned, but I was now completely exposed. Not another fabric covered my body. In any other situation, I would have tried to cover myself while blushing from embarrassment, but neither of us really seemed to mind under the circumstances of this situation. I could feel the pain and disgust being washed from my body as he continued to wash my shoulders and back. It felt as if the filth that had setting deep in my body was being lifted and removed. He started on the front of my torso, but paused before he reached my breasts.
"It's okay" I whispered, yet still jerked when he started, making him stop again.
Knowing that my reaction had probably worried Harry, so I grapped his hand and placed it again so that he would continue. He then continued working his way down, gently washing the dirt and fear away with every stroke. When he reached my knees and feet, I gasped slightly as he gently cleaned the torn skin and small scrapes. I turned and checked Harry's expression. His eyebrows were still furrowed in a pained look of concern as he raised and stared at my hands, deeply observing my fingernails.
After laying my right hand down to my knee, Harry quickly fumbled with each of his soaked pockets and pulled out a toothpick. He then gently scraped the dirt, blood, and flesh from beneath each of my fingernails, placing the contents he removed on a tissue that he pulled from the box on the shelf outside the shower. At the time, I didn't really take much notice to how carefully and specifically he had done this. I was just glad that he had gotten rid of it, and I was glad that he was there.
Panic ran through me and I grabbed onto him tightly as he began to shift under me, not wanting him to go and afraid to lose contact with his warm and protective body.
Notes
I'm gonna work on the next chapter and I'll try to post it tonight. If not tonight, I'll post it tomorrow when I get home from school. The sad beginning chapters will be over soon, dont worry. Things are about to get interesting! Let me know what you think so far(:Rate, Comment, and Subscribe ^.^
7/3/13