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 Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 12:04 am
Antony debated mentally when she heard his question, and after she finished rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, she wiped the water out of her eyes and glanced at the door through the glass shower.
If she said no, he'd just sit and watch anyways. Besides, he could reach her back with greater ease than she ever could, and she was quite lazy at the moment.
"Sure," she said, shrugging her shoulders before soaping her short hair up a second time.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 12:17 am
Jamal promptly joined her in the shower without any further invitation, finding the water to be quite good at helping him finally shake the drowsy feeling of wanting to just lay around for the rest of the day. He lathered himself up while she scrubbed more shampoo into her hair, for once actually not trying to start anything sexual with her. He could think of doing it, but figured this shower was meant to have a real purpose other than giving him another excuse to oogle her.
His hair was probably going to be a mess the next time he took it down, he realized (he had to use special products for his hair since it was so coarse) but for now he could just cover it up with his ever useful du-rag.
"So, whatcho figger we gonna do wit' what's left of da day...if it's New Years, prolly every a*****e on da island prolly gonna be out and about..." he commented after a long silence, turning to face her back to oblige in a good back scrub/massage.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 12:32 am
Rinsing her hair again, she promptly moved to wash her face while he was distracted. She didn't know that his intentions were actually to shower and not sexual, so she was just being prepared.
Antony was about to reply when suddenly, she was on the receiving end of a rather wonderful back massage, and she downright moaned. Massages had always been a treat for her since whenever she wanted one, Antony usually had to pay for it.
And as much as she hated to admit it, they were a weakness of hers. Though it was safe to assume that it was plainly obvious to Jamal that back massages = a very happy and very agreeable Antony. She was puddy in his hands.
Utter bliss.
With each knot that was banished, she became much more relaxed, her eyes soon half-lidded with the pleasure of it all.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 12:43 am
Jamal felt her relax under his hands and beamed brightly to himself. Alright then...mental note, Antony liked back massages. He'd yet to run into any lady that didn't at least appreciate them to some level and she was no different. See, sharing the shower wasn't a bad idea at all. ;D
His large, broad hands worked the tense muscles of her upper back and shoulders with a steady rhythm, the warm water of the shower aiding him in getting her to relax more easily. His movements were effective and almost effortless thanks to lots and lots of experience.
Once down with her shoulders and upper back, he ran his hands down a bit lower to work out tension close to her lower spine.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 12:49 am
Once he moved his hands lower, Antony half leaned and half melted back against his chest, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of nirvana painted across her features.
She really couldn't think of much else other than his hands and just how comfortable she was right then. It had been a long time since Antony had had a massage, much less one this incredible. The hot water only added to the greatness of it all.
Remind her never to piss Jamal off. He was too damn useful.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 12:57 am
"Thought we were supposed ta be gettin' clean," he said cheekily in her ear as he kneaded the muscle under his fingers firmly, yet not so hard that it caused unnecessary pain. He didn't mind in the least that she was practically draped on him; that just happened to be an unexpected bonus.
Soon, however, he could tell that he'd worked most, if not all, of the tough knots in her lower back, so he did one more quick sweepover of her entire spine before finally returning to soaping her back up properly. They'd never get out of the shower otherwise.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 1:02 am
"Mhmm," she drawled, voice deep and content. See, he was soaping her back, and that was cleaning.
Antony never got pampered, partially because she hated being dependent, but damn if she wasn't a sucker for back massages.
She let him soap up her back, not caring to help him in the least. Not now that he had gotten her so relaxed, and she was very much enjoying the attention.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 1:11 am
Jamal didn't seem to care that much. Her being relaxed meant she was in a good mood and if she was in a good mood than he'd be in a good mood. Him being in a good mood meant he wouldn't dwell on the s**t life that he was stuck with on this island. It all worked out.
After lathering her back up, he did her shoulders and arms next, humming very lightly as he did so.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 9:41 am
She was quite content, and this good mood would keep her from thinking about the past. And therefore keep her from becoming angry, violent, and depressed.
The humming made her raise an eyebrow, but she said nothing. There would be no risking of pampering.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 9:47 am
Finally Jamal had scrubbed about all he could reach properly (waist up that is) and turned the soap back on himself to finish up his own scrubbing.
"See, this ain't such a bad idea, was it?" he said with another cheeky grin.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 9:53 am
"Wasn't what I expected," she admitted, snapping out of her daze when the pampering stopped abruptly. Gently pushing him aside so she could reach the water, Antony let the spray wash away the suds, smile lingering on her lips.
When he finished with the soap, she took it back and soaped up what had yet to be washed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:00 am
"Hey, brotha know when it's time ta play," he drawled, moving accordingly and handing over the soap. "But I know betta then ta mess wit' a lady 'n' her showa' when she jus' waking up." It was true...he'd been witness to some real bitches when trying to get frisky in the shower with them after they'd just waken up.
While away from the shower spray, he set to trying to deal with his cornrows and set them back properly so they were going to fray out when his hair dried. Damn hair. He was almost tempted to get it shaved off...almost.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:10 am
Luckily, Antony had no problems like he did with her hair. One thing she rather enjoyed about being white (and that all her black friends hated her for) was that her hair was relatively easy to take care of. Well, compared to their hair it was damn simple.
"Well you're just full of surprises," she commented before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a nearby towel to dry off with.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:16 am
Once she was out of the way, he entered the spray and let the water flush away the lingering soap, giving his cornrows one last pass over with nimble fingers in a futile attempt to keep them tight.
"I try," he said, trying to be demure about it, but instead came off sounding a little silly. Jamal didn't do demure well, being a big muscley black guy.
He then waited for her to move away from the shower so he could get out and get a towel for himself, then try and collect his clothing, wherever it may have fallen.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:25 am
While he went off to search for his clothes, Antony simply found herself some new ones in her drawers, and in no time, she was dressed in her usual wife beater and worn in jeans.
Draping the towel across her head, she rubbed her short hair dry as she made her way about the duplex collecting her clothes to toss in her laundry bag. She reemerged minutes later, surveying the duplex with a sad look. So much for trying to organize and clean.
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