Make Your Move Katherine

The Shower

Oscar stared at the floor, his nostrils quickly picking up his shampoo scent and his head turned in the direction of his bathroom where he heard the running shower. He closed his eyes briefly and took in another deep pull but still he couldn’t place the person by smell. Maybe it was because his shampoo covered it but he knew it was because his full power hadn’t reached its peak yet. Sometimes- most times it worked and he could tell who was who with his eyes closed.

Embers diming, he walked to the sound and opened the door, stepping in. Through the fogged-up glass, he saw a body- feminine and tilted his head to the side. Instantly he knew it was Katherine for he picked up her scent then.

He heard the slogging sound of the bottle as she pressed down on the top of what must be the conditioner bottle for no one shampoos after conditioning and he leaned onto the wall looking at her- from the little of what he could see anyway- for she was mostly hidden.

“F*cking *sshole,” she hissed and her voice cracked. Oscar knew her cussing had everything to do with him and nobody else. His frown deepened and he swallowed a lump in his throat. But the young king didn’t move, to caution her again about the way she spoke about him, for her tears somehow surprised him- but why? All humans had feelings- even the vilest ones he had encountered, so why was he shocked by hers?

Did he think that she was an unfeeling beast all along? Why- because of some stunt she pulled on him in high school? How messed up is that? Of course, she had to have feelings- emotions- sadness. She just lost her father; she is bound to mourn him. He had seen how she had been with her stepmother and had been riddled with guilt. He decided then she needed more time and had stayed long enough for his body to not feel the loss of hers and left.

She heard her sobs for a few minutes more and moved off the wall, his naked back leaving a black imprint on the white paint. Sliding the door quietly, he stepped in slowly, shutting it behind him. Standing behind her, he saw she started rubbing her fingers through her scalp, under the water sprinkles and he stared at her attractive waist. Tiny and smooth. His eyes wandered down her thick thighs, to her toes pleased with what he saw. Oscar's eyes feasted when she placed her forearms on the tiled wall and leaned forward, bending one of her knees a bit, the same foot went up on toes, a relaxed stance as her body weight was now mostly on the unbent leg and her forehead rested between her hands.

Her well-rounded b*ttocks now hiked up and he admired it a bit before he reached out to her, not the least bit thinking that she would reject him for they were man and wife. Her scream threw him off a bit and she straightened her legs balancing her weight, standing erect. His hand froze a second but his next hand followed cupping her waist so that his fingers almost met at her front. He looked at his thumbs that were separated by four inches and smiled for she was so neatly compacted. He pressed his fingers onto her soft flesh before one hand traveled up and cupped her bre*st.

He felt her body tremors and pulled her back onto him and she released another stifled scream, almost frightening him and he whispered, “Kat, it’s me- Your husband.”

He felt her sharp intake of breath before her knees buckled but he caught her weight, holding her upright before turning her into his arms. She raised her teary red eyes up at him and something inside him shook. A deep frown settled itself on his head before he enveloped her into his arms.

“I thought you were- I thought-” she cried out, her hands fisting and she pushed at his chest.

“It’s just me- shh.”

“Oscar,” she wailed before fresh tears rushed down her face and she slumped against him. Hand around her waist Oscar finished rinsing off her hair before encouraging her weak hands to lather him up.

Her crying subsided to a whimper as he guided her hands over him before she moved her hands on her own obediently while a single thought plagued his mind. Who did she think he had been?

Five minutes later, soot-free, Oscar lifted up his wife in his arms and carried her onto his bed before drying her off, softly. She stared at him directly into his eyes before turning away shyly and grabbing the towel end to cover herself up. The naked man smiled, looking around for her clothing and only seeing her discarded ones. She pointed to his closet, pulling the towel completely away from his hands and said, “There, he said wear your clothing,” then struggled to wrap herself in it with Oscar looming above her.

He? Eric! Why was Katherine here alone? Hadn’t he messaged and said they were safe but he wanted to come home and to come to get his wife? So where was he now?

Walking into his closet he selected a black t-shirt and handed it to the newly wrapped woman in the towel standing, and he eyed her dirty slacks. “No- not again, I haven’t showered in days,” she practically shouted and raced into his closet, emerging with a hoodie and joggers.

Days? What the hell? Why?

She held the not-needed towel in front of her looking around and Oscar took it, wrapping it around his bare waist. Just then the sound of someone knocking interrupted and Kat’s eyes turned to it then back to Oscar.

“Your Majesty? Are you done?” Eric’s voice was heard from the other side and Oscar frowned again for he was curious about this story that led to Eric being gone and her being here and not at her own place.

“Er-“she started saying.

“Your Majesty, you need to answer, so I will know if to break down the door or not,” Oscar heard the man say and his eyes widened but Katherine remained silent looking at him. He could tell she was waiting for him to speak up. He gestured with his index finger on his mouth for her to remain quiet.

Was Katherine afraid of Eric?

“I’ll have you know that I just messaged the King and he’s on his way, so be on your best behavior, will you? It’s fine, I’ll give you two minutes and then I’m coming in.”

Ah, Eric had been using him as a threat to get her to behave. He nodded his head towards the door and Katherine said, “I’m done come in?”

The bedroom door opened and Eric pushed it in slowly at first then all the way back, almost slamming it against the wall before rushing in, Both Kat and Oscar stared as he ran in, before stopping just as he reached past the door to face Katherine but stopped when he sighted Oscar, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Your Majesty! You are here, great. Take me home.”

Oscar stared at them both as they looked at each other and turned away. “He said I couldn’t bathe because you would look at it as a disrespect,” Kat hurriedly said and folded her hands. "This is the first bath I’ve had in days.”

“Well- I didn’t shower either did I? She smokes, Oscar, like a train wreck,” Eric stated and twisted his mouth wryly. “Take me home I need to sleep- I haven’t slept too.”

Oscar looked at them both and felt like laughing. “He is right Katherine, it is, disrespectful for your ladies aren't here,” his eyes left his wife’s, to look at his friend, “but still Eric, she is just Katherine here, I trust you that is why I left her in your care, you baboon. Next time,” his eyes swung back to his wife – “and I hope there is no next time, “allow my wife to shower please.”

“Huh, just Katherine? Then you watch over dear Katherine on your own- I have not slept, for I keep fearing she’ll run away and my pretty head,” Eric joked, bending his head and Katherine looked away. Oscar smiled at Eric's joke about his head although both men knew it was not a joking matter. He could see he had chosen well although his reason for taking Eric along with him had been one of concern about Anthony's growing feelings towards his wife.

Yes, had Eric lost Katherine he would have beheaded him- probably not but most likely yes. And he could tell that Eric had done a marvelous job for Katherine looked irritated.