Elevator Trumps Stairs

"I...no, it's not too much information...is there even such a thing? But, nine months? That's better than sixteen years, and though again I've nothing to compare have a self performed orgasm with one provided by someone else...but..." Shay sighed. "Are orgasms, just orgasms? Aren't the things they show in movies at least true sometimes? Having another person give you an orgasm, and reciprocating...that's better, isn't it...than...just doing what's necessary...to relief such a burning desire?"

So much to learn...and yes, Shay had time...apparently a lot of it...but that didn't stop her from wanting all the answers now.

Yawning again, Shay knew she wasn't going to be able to stave off sleep much longer. Considering she wasn't alone should have helped her be more at peace, and less afraid, but until she had more than one night in a row, without any sleep disturbances, she didn't think she'd rest easy...not initially anyway.

There were other questions, one being if Dayle, in all her years of experience, knew more than one way to cause an orgasm, but Shay decided she had pestered the woman enough about that topic.

"What was life like...back when you were turned? And has the transition through the years been easy?" And what would life be like for Shay, if she lived as many years into the future?

"There is such a thing as 'too much information,' yes. Normally I don't share anywhere near this much with anyone, except my sister. But no," Dayle said, attempting to mentally formulate her response to the next set of questions, "an orgasm is not just an orgasm, except to be defined by one word." Her brow furrowed for a moment, then: "Self stimulation can provide amazing orgasm, or none at all, but if it feels good, then it doesn't matter all the time. Stimulation from a partner can be blah, if your partner sucks horrid, or it can be mind blowing and leave you a panting puddle of orgasmic goo. What you see in the movies... is often exaggerated or overloaded with hyperbole." Again she shrugged sideways. "I'm not much one for the adult entertainment bit but if you were really interested I'm sure you could find someone in the Clan who could suggest true-to-life adult films. One of the newer mercs perhaps, or maybe Carol might have a contact she could provide."

She continued, "Still, though, it's a need that one sometimes has, like one of those itches you can't quite reach fully on your back, and except for those of us with Contortion," she winked, "that needs to be taken care of. So when the 'itch' hits, I scratch it." Another half shrug.

"You know, that's a very good question. Life was... quite different. I don't remember much of my original family. But after Father and Mother took us in, I was a scholar, scribing books by hand and living a quiet home life with rare trips to court. We read, and sang, and worked, worshipped on Sundays. Wore fashions similar to what you'd see at a Renaissance Faire here in the States, spoke in fancy and haughty language. Some of the family built intrigue upon intrigue and revelled in it; I tended to shy away from that."

Dayle scrunched up her lips before she continued, "My profession was my undoing, though... In the early fifteenth century, the Church proclaimed that owning a Bible that had been translated into English was heresy and therefor punishable by death. I was taken in the first of the arrests when they targetted bookbinders, and was sentenced to death by drowning. My adopted father, Lord Yolgrave, visited me and explained to me everything, and offered to save me... But explained the cost, that I would need to be turned. The only thing I asked of him in exchange for my 'yes' was that he offer the same thing to my sister. I was then turned, and my sentence was carried out. I will admit, almost drowning after dying is not fun. While we, as vampires, do not need to actually breathe, it was a very traumatic experience for having been turned not a full day before."

Taking a breath, allowing Shay to ask further questions, she licked her lips and answered the final question of this round: "One day, one year, once century at a time. Learn things as you go, try to fathom trends before they happen. Some of us cannot take the course of change, and stay rooted in the past... While they function at a minimal level with new things, they often revert to the 'old ways' and prefer it that way." Though Dayle knew her sister had some of those propensities, she didn't lump Ysabel in with 'all of those generalities.'

Shay yawned, and Dayle reached a hand to gently stroke her cheek with the back of her fingers. "If you're tired, dear, why don't you go to sleep? Or have you more questions for me?" She smiled warmly. "I'm not shy." Quirking a brow, she amended, "Not so far."

How good it made Shay to hear that Dayle didn't always vocalize so much with other people. How special she now felt, with that small, but significant admission. Yet Shay wondered if it was because Dayle had been asked to provide information to the newer vampire, or because she really wanted to share parts of her life with Shay.

"I would imagine if your partner 'sucks horrid', then yes, the experience would be as well...horrid. I'd like to find out more about that though...on my own...sometime soon." Deciding her current state of arousal must have more to do with her newfound lifestyle, than what a 'normal' woman might feel, Shay shelved the need for further discussion on that particular subject. Surely Dayle, who had been around so much longer than Shay, would feel things more appropriately, and her explanation for why things were depicted in such a way on television, or in movies, made sense. Maybe once Shay had some experiences of her own, she too wouldn't care how often she orgasmed. Maybe other things in life would become more important, once she satisfied this yearning she had.

Her interests shifted to days of old, as Dayle began recounting her human life. She couldn't help but frown as she listened. Shay didn't know what she expected, maybe something like watching a show on merry old England, but even with Dayle's wonderfully descriptive tales, Shay just couldn't picture any of it. A shudder wracked through her as she was somewhat able to visualize drowning, and suspected her own turning must have had some similar factor that now made Dayle's experience seem familiar. Maybe the act of dying itself was what Shay associated with dying. Under the circumstances, it was probably one of those things she'd never find an answer to. It wasn't like she could die again...well...not in the same way certainly.

"I can only begin to imagine how scared you must have been, but how comforting it must have been to have had your sister so close during that time, and that she would agree to accompany you on your new life."

Shay was feeling more and more sleepy as the minutes ticked away, and because she knew she couldn't remain awake forever, she turned onto her back again, and snuggled into her pillow.

"I've lots of questions, but I think they'll need to wait until another time. I'm going to try and sleep now...but please...don't leave?"

Moving towards the center of the bed just a little, Shay stretched her leg out until it was just brushing against Dayle's own.

"And Dayle? Thank you again."

Dayle wasn't quite sure what to think of Shay's comment about experiencing something on her own sometime soon. Going back over the 'nine months' part of the conversation, Dayle wondered if Shay thought that her abstinance was weird. Certainly, as her mind fished further back for the times when both her sister -and- her mother had asked her if she was active or at least looking, parts of her brain began to make further connections: perhaps it -was- so. Perhaps she -was- weird with her abstinance and lack of activity in that department...

She accepted Shay's sympathy and simply nodded at her assertion about having company in her new life. "I hope you don't mind if I hope to be part of yours. Everyone needs a shoulder, and I'm glad to offer mine."

Then Shay flipped over onto her back and wiggled deeper into her bed. "I won't leave, Shay, I'll be right here when you wake up."

Dayle was all set to roll over to her other side to fall asleep when Shay moved closer to her just a little, and she felt something brush against her leg. "Thank you again," Shay had said.

The other woman's eyes fluttered closed, and Dayle whispered as softly as she could, "Welcome."

The older vampire couldn't bring herself to turn over, though, and instead watched as Shay drifted off to sleep. And continued watching for a good hour, the slow intakes of breath (that physiologically weren't needed), the first flutter of her eyes as her mind took her down the path of REM sleep. Dayle's own brain was clocking overtime, pondering what Shay had said. From the mouths of babes, indeed. Truly strange to learn from someone with the buried or destroyed memories of a twenty five year old woman, with the motor knowledge and patterns of someone who had lived all those years. Someone who had then lost it, been reborn, and who literally had experienced death and change not much more than a week ago.

Which, of course, she would not remember.

But it was the 'living life' part of Shay's questions that brought Dayle up short. Had she been truly living her life? She accepted the opportunity to be turned so that her life could continue, but what had she done with it since then? Grown with her sister? Married almost a dozen men, only to have to play nursemaid as some of them withered and died, while she herself was still physically in her prime? Protected the family of someone she never truly met until nine months ago. Yes, she concluded, she had lived, but she had stopped at some point recently, accepting the day-to-day as her eternity.

And with that realization, that she needed something to change, the flicker of a bonfire of desire and drive sparked alight inside her. Reaching out to gently touch the face of the woman before her, she stroked ever so lightly along Shay's jaw, wondering if she'd ever tell the younger woman how much she'd helped her 'babysitter'. She did decide, however, to give Shay one more thing that she needed, at least for that night, and slid herself closer on the bed, nearly spooning the slumbering vampire before allowing her eyelids to drift closed.

As was usual, her dreams began oddly. Or rather someone she knew did something oddly. And since she only knew Ginnie, Alec, and Dayle, that meant it was one of them who entered into her dream first.

The only difference tonight was that Barbara came to Shay first, with a knife and fork in hand, and invited Shay to dinner. And that, in itself wasn't something that couldn't be analysed easily, nor was the fact that Barbara was nude, unusual. At least not after all the sex talk Shay and Dayle just had. The strange, and very scary part, was that Barbara was the one with fangs...HUGE fangs...and it was Shay on the dinner menu!

"What? Oh fuck! Sorry." Shay was getting better at waking herself up, but it was the shaky, scary feelings after her nightmares, that kept her awake longer than she liked. And it was those same things that had made her insist Dayle stay the night.

Waking up now, with Dayle pressed so close to her back, Shay had inadvertently elbowed her friend in the breast, and quickly turned over to apologize.

"At least I didn't knock you off the bed...thankfully..."

Wrapping an arm around Dayle, Shay pulled herself into the front of Dayle, where she instantly felt safe again, and was able to stop shaking.

Dreams didn't often bother Dayle, at least, not in the negative sense of the term. She had her fair share of odd ones, over the centuries, but the one she'd had that night had been rather vivid.

She had been on the flight from Heathrow to America. The plane went down, after striking an iceberg. Dayle was able to save her sister, but ended up with her foot strapped to a cannon. Down, down down to the bottom of the ocean she sank, whereupon she found herself lying on a table in an examination room, lights shining brightly onto her, people milling around and chatting. Chatting. Not even medical jargon (not that she was an expert in such, but really, if one watched enough House, Grey's Anatomy, Chicago Hope and St. Elsewhere, one could likely build one's own hospital!) but chatting as if at a party or family function. "Jon did this, Lucia did that, Buffy was great last week and didn't you know that Peter Boyle died? OH, and did you hear that Blissot drowned, part and parcel to the pirates of the Caribbean?" and she tried to speak, No, no, I'm here, when suddenly someone came over and scooped something off the table, no wait, why did she feel something tickling in her belly? And then someone else began to cut /just there/ and she felt a sharp pain in her breast. Gasping aloud, the scene shifted to find her drifting alone on the bottom of the sea...

Something was shaking, the water was quivering, the walls of the canyon she found herself in were vibrating with shock... Then after an eternity she felt warm and found herself alone on a raft in the midst of Atlantic twilight. She felt the exposed front of herself getting too warm, and simply turned over, exposing her back to the sky, to the heat, to the warmth.

Dayle felt something on her side, something warm. Blanket? She wasn't sure. In a subconscious haze, she lifted it gently and turned over, nestling into the warmth that had been in front, but was now behind her, and carefully lay the warm object across her side and under her arm.

**

When the darkness and haze cleared from her eyes, and the remnants of a dream that starred one Dayle Yolgrave, ice skating upon a manufactured ice pond, which seemed to be part of a series of ice sculptures as decorations for her sister's wedding, Dayle realized that not only was she not skating, but she was very warm and extremely comfortable. Breathing deeply with the fresh air of leaving sleep, she noticed two things simultaneously. First, that someone very soft was pressed up against her back, with soft breaths tickling her neck, and second, that there seemed to be an arm draped over her shoulder, the hand to which it was attached gently cupping her breast through her pajama top.

It was then that she remembered sharing a bed with Shay, cuddling closer to her before going to sleep because it seemed that was what her friend needed... She didn't remember at which point she had turned over, or how exactly they had become spooned against each other...

But it was comfortable. And not entirely unwelcome. Gingerly sliding her arm from underneath the pillow where she found it, she curled her hand and, softly, with light strokes brought the backs of her fingers slowly and repeatedly across the hand holding her.


(( Magenta text is Dayle's dreaming. ))

The first thing she thought of, when she became semi-conscious, was that she had passed a night with no nightmares. But unfortunately that wasn't true, and she recalled she had woken up. Smiling, when she remembered Dayle was in bed with her, and undoubtedly responsible for her quick return to sleep after the only slightly disturbing dream. In addition to having been able to go back to sleep fast, Shay had no idea what the nightmare had been about now, having forgotten it sometime between then and now.

As she woke up fully, Shay smiled even bigger. How wonderful it was to have a warm, soft, body in her arms, and knowing it was Dayle added to her feeling of comfort. That Shay seemed to have a hand on Dayle's boob wasn't shocking, but Shay wasn't sure just how happy Dayle would be with it when she finally woke up too. Neither woman knew the other well enough to take such liberties...did they? Even if the transgression was made while both women were asleep, and without any conscious intent? Yet when Shay started to pull her hand away, she thought she felt a soft caress.

From Shay's viewpoint, she couldn't tell if Dayle was awake, but leaning forward just a bit, Shay brought her lips to Dayle's ear.

"Good morning?"

Waiting for a response, Shay discerned another fact. She was pressed up behind Dayle so close, that their bodies were touching, almost completely from chest to shin. And when Shay moved to whisper in Dayle's ear, that only brought them that much closer.

She almost wished she hadn't said anything now, instead wishing they could just lie there like that for a while. Physical contact, for someone new, and inexperienced as Shay was, seemed somehow almost necessary. And in addition to that idea, Shay had another small epiphany.

It was true that Shay had begun her new life with some knowledge...knowing how to do things, rudimentary, as well as other more challenging tasks. She had no recollection of people, or feelings, for that matter. So far most of her actions, and reactions to things were either mechanical, or colored by what she had seen on television, not by what she felt. Because in most things, she felt nothing.

Well, maybe that wasn't entirely true, because she did understand fear, and had experienced that. And the pleasure she had given her a couple nights back...that she felt. There was also the wonderful feeling she had when she fed for the first time, and even if part of that was due to the medication Barbara had taken, Shay had to believe part of it was also just the act of feeding itself. But each feeling was new to her now, because she had no memory of feelings from her past. Being in bed with Dayle now was very nice, and it was the first time Shay had felt this kind of nice. It was the first time Shay had been in this type of situation.

A soft sigh escaped, and Shay pulled her arm more firmly around Dayle, again wanting that sense of comfort and security she had just come to know. There were other feelings present as well, but those were not as familiar to Shay, so she stayed away from analyzing them, for the moment.

The hand had started to move away, just as she caressed it. Then it stopped, but didn't return to the exact same position it had been in. Motion behind her, the soft warm body pressed up closer. Then a soft whisper in her ear, the ephemeral touch of Shay's breath across her skin made goose flesh rise along her neck and arm. She nodded gently and turned her head slightly, though she couldn't see Shay, she hoped she'd be easier to hear as she replied, "Very good. How did you sleep?"

She'd barely replied when Shay sighed heavily behind her. She felt the arm around her body squeeze her closer, with her breast gently used as a leverage point to pull her closer to the younger woman. "You know, we're eventually going to have to move, but I'm fine with staying like this for a while, if you want."

Her hand slowly caressed Shay's again. "Unless you want me to turn over so we can talk."

A small smile crept onto her face. She was glad Dayle had slept well, or assumed she had, otherwise she couldn't see how it would be a good morning...a 'very' good morning. Having a friend feel good was important, Shay understood the concept, and now even felt it.

"I slept okay. I had another nightmare, but it didn't seem as long, or as scary, and I fell back asleep pretty fast." Being a little dull from sleep, Shay didn't even think about evading the question, and just answered honestly. "I'm sure it was due in large part to you being here."

Now she just had to figure out some way to accomplish the same result when she was alone. Dayle had her own life, and couldn't be counted on to be Shay's bed partner just to remove the threat of sleepless nights.

Shay moved her hand away from Dayle's breast, when she recognized that she had been unconsciously playing with the other woman's nipple, beneath her pajamas. It was an intriguing sensation, the feel of the small, firm bud, as Shay's fingers rolled it about, but not at all proper, Shay concluded. Her hand slid down to rest against Dayle's belly, and again she softly rubbed, as she spoke, and didn't seem to realize what she was doing.

"I know we need to move...but this is so nice. I can talk like this too...and recommend we remain in this position. I've not yet brushed my teeth, and can't be responsible for what might assail your nose should you face me now. Vampires can have bad breath, no?"

Not that Shay really had anything specific to talk about yet. Upon waking she found it took a little for her mind to begin fully functioning, and until then she liked to rely more on her tactile faculties, instead of her visual, auditory, or verbal ones. Thus her hand on Dayle's belly didn't quiet, but continued moving, with her finger tips finding their way beneath the tank top, and now fidgeting with the skin just below the waistband of the bottoms.

"I suppose getting up and showering is the next course of action, before we face Ginnie?" Though when faced with that task, Shay would have just as simply chosen to remain in bed all day.

Dayle nodded, knowing all too well about nightmares. They didn't visit her often, perhaps two or three times a year, but it was nice to have someone who might understand the pain they brought. She felt a warmth creep into her face when Shay commented about being able to go back to sleep pretty fast due to Dayle's presence... And wasn't sure if she was blushing from being complimented somehow or if it was because of the gentle motion of fingertips on her now erect peak... Then that was gone, travelling down her belly.

"Blood-breath is something each of us needs to learn how to deal with. A Clanmember who doesn't reside in the Domicile came up with a wonderful concoction of toothpaste, baking soda and peroxide... It doesn't always taste too wonderful but it gets rid of the blood-breath and leaves you feeling fresh. One thing I suppose we don't avail ourselves often enough is dentistry... But then," she smirked as she giggled, "I'm a Brit, what do I know about oral hygeine?" She snorted at her own joke.

Velvet fingertips were felt on the skin of her belly, then just under the waistband of her pants, not too far from the edge of her panties. Her voice was quiet, laden with innuendo as she answered, "The next course of action, just so you know, is dependent wholly upon whether or not you decide to continue teasing me... Or consider teaching me something the way I've taught you."

"I'd like that recipe thank you. I'd also prefer to call it 'morning breath' as well. I know your term is more accurate, but...maybe in time, when I've lived this life a while longer, I'll feel less..."

Shay let the statement flounder there, not really knowing what word she was looking for. She wasn't really squeamish, or at least she didn't think she was. Food was food, and the idea of sucking blood from a human didn't seem any more traumatic than eating meat from a dead cow. If anything it seemed a lot more humane, because nothing had to die at all.

"Is there a need for dentistry? That's something I'm still a little unclear on...our regenerating abilities. Ginnie...or maybe it was Alec, but one of them mentioned that we heal much faster than humans. Beyond that...since our bodies don't decay, do our teeth? And my hair...I don't know why I didn't consider it earlier, but will it grow back, won't it?"

Touching Dayle started having a two-fold effect on Shay. It both calmed her, and it also made her wonder how it felt. Shay hadn't meant to tease Dayle, but she guessed she could understand how her fingers fluttering against Dayle's soft skin might be construed that way. Withdrawing her hand, and laying it along her own thigh, Shay felt she should apologize again, much like she had done earlier in the evening, when she had jabbed Dayle in the breast with her elbow. But that was different, even if it had been just as unintended. Shay got no enjoyment from the earlier contact, and doubted Dayle had either. But touching Dayle now did give Shay enjoyment...did it do the same for Dayle?

"I'm sorry Dayle, I didn't mean to tease you...I just liked the way your skin feels, and wasn't even really paying attention to what I was doing."

Putting a little space between them, Shay figured Dayle could turn over now, if she still wanted to. But Shay remained on her side, and now rested her head upon her hand, with her elbow pressed into the mattress below her.

"I'd love to teach you something, but I've no clue what I might know that you don't."

"Morning breath it is then."

"The only thing we'd really need dentistry for would be cleaning. Stains, and such. We do heal a lot faster than humans, but no, our teeth don't decay. Hair grows back at a normal human rate to the point at which you were turned. Similarly, if you'd had shaved underarms, legs, or curlies at the time you were turned, then that's how it'll stay. A clean-shaven man who gets turned will never grow facial hair again. He might consider himself to be lucky, unless at some point in the future facial hair becomes a trend."

Shay's ministrations slowed, then her hand disappeared. Dayle felt her bed-mate back away a little and, as she carefully rolled onto her back, saw Shay situate her head on her hand. Folding her own hands across her belly, the older vampire turned her head just enough to fully look at Shay. "I should remember that, as fresh as you are to everything again, that humor, subtlety and innuendo will not immediately click the light bulb on in the empty rooms of your brain. We will have to build those up. It could take a month, it could take a score of years. You will get back a lot of the things that you lost, I hope, but perhaps not everything that the woman before you used to be. You seem to be okay with that, Shay, after only a week, and you're not dwelling on those things, which is good for you, and for all of us as well. Not to sound selfish, but it's less work for all of us involved."

Licking her lips, Dayle nibbled on her lower lip for a moment before continuing, "It was a reference to something you'd said last night. You had asked me if having another person give you an orgasm, and reciprocating was better than just doing what's necessary to relieve desire... And in my own way I think I may have been giving you a hint that what you were doing felt good, and that if you continued, you might spark it for me. Burning desire, that is. And that, perhaps, were you to continue what you were doing, you might help me re-learn what having someone else do it for me might be like." Furrowing her brow before she went on rambling, Dayle bounced her brows and rolled onto her side towards Shay to give her a brief, soft peck on the lips. "But perhaps that's a lesson for later. For now, I'll shower first, then we can go across the hall." Dayle rolled onto her back. Flipping the covers off at an angle, she continued rolling, swinging her feet onto the floor and, with a bounce off the bed headed into the shower, shedding pajama top on the way.

Putting her hand into her arm pit, Shay discovered no hair...she had discovered days before that she had no hair on her legs, and only a small tuft of it over her pubic mound.

"I guess I'm lucky too then, unless overall body hair on women makes some comeback...I seem to be rather hairless."

Another perk about her new lifestyle, though Shay didn't know if that kind of body maintenance was uncomfortable, or just annoying. She ruled out anything pleasant about having to shave anything from one's body.

Dayle's reference to Shay being 'work' at all, reminded the new vampire that while Dayle was becoming a friend, she was still a tutor first.

"No...it's not selfish...and I'm glad I'm not as big a burden as I could be...another perk...this one for you, Ginnie, and Alec."

Something about being a 'job', bristled Shay a little, but because she didn't understand why, she let it go and concentrated on the new topic that Dayle was introducing.

Hanging on every word Dayle said, as she all but gave Shay the freedom to do what she had imagined doing earlier, Shay was becoming excited at the prospect. Unfortunately, before anything more could be 'explored', Dayle was up and out of bed, shedding her clothes in her wake to the bathroom.

Now feeling a bit thwarted, Shay sat up and followed behind Dayle, also removing her clothes as she marched into the bathroom. The kiss wasn't so much more than a pat on the head, but Shay wanted to explore that too...now that she had been told that Dayle wouldn't mind.

"How about a lesson now...I can show you, and you can show me, and between the two of us maybe we can figure it out?"

When Shay entered the bathroom, both she and Dayle were topless. All Shay still wore were the tiny bikini panties she had worn the day before, and slept in. And in seconds she bent over to step out of those as well, now standing nude in front of the pretty blonde that had just vacated Shay's bed.

"Can I touch you...like I touch myself...and see if it pleases you as it pleases me?"

Footsteps followed behind her closely as Dayle entered the bathroom. She was dropping her pajama pants to the ground when she turned to find Shay, clad only in her bikini panties. Then, those too were gone as she asked, "How about a lesson now?" The older vampire hadn't truly expected such a blatant, immediate response... But then, she had been the instigator, hadn't she, with all her sexy questions that Dayle suspected she never quite finished. To the question put forth, Dayle responded by dropping her sensible, 'boring' black briefs to the ground, exposing the trimmed but full tangle of blonde curls between her legs. Then: "Can I touch you?" Scratching her left thigh momentarily with her right hand, Dayle reached behind her with her left to open the glass door leading to the stall shower. It seemed just large enough to fit two... Taking a step back, keeping her eyes on Shay, she reached her arms out, beckoning the other blonde in with her. Her instincts told her to try to keep words out of the air, but the equal friend in her wanted to offer a choice of -some- sort... She settled on: "If we do this in the shower, you get to choose the water temp'rature."

Since Shay had never been rejected by anyone, nor taunted, or belittled, she had no concept of embarrassment. Her body was what it was, and Dayle's was much the same. Except Dayle's wasn't exactly the same, and it was those differences that intrigued Shay now. In addition, while she had touched, and become familiar with her own body, she wasn't able to see it, at least not as up close and personal as she could now see Dayle's, if she chose.

"Hot, but not scalding...just hot enough to make me flinch the first second, but that I can become accustomed to quickly after." Pulling the door closed behind her, Shay moved halfway under the water, facing Dayle, and turned the knob to get the correct heat into the water. "Is that okay for you?"

Holding up her hands, palms facing Dayle, Shay deflected the water from her face as she let the spray run over her body instead. Once she turned around, and let the water run down her back, she again faced Dayle and smiled.

"If you hand me the soap, I'll be happy to wash you." Pointing to a bottle of liquid soap on a small shelf behind Dayle, Shay took the wash cloth from the rack behind her, and wet it thoroughly. Once she had squirted the soap into the center of the cloth, she rubbed it together, lathered it up, and placed it on Dayle's shoulder. But she didn't wash there, and instead turned Dayle to face away. The wash cloth then descended down the center of Dayle's back to the swell of her ass, and Shay became somewhat mesmerized by the pert, globes her hands rested on.

"Any thing I need to know...to do, or not to do? Any preferences...a tender touch, or a more firm, and slightly rough one?" Shay liked both methods, depending on the result she was after...beyond merely washing, that was. And since she was doing this for Dayle, she wanted to make sure she did it right.

Dayle stood just out of where she guessed the cone of spray would fall, so none would get in her face, when Shay moved close to her. Having read Shay's dossier, both before and after her turning, she knew her shower companion was one point seven meters tall, just four centimeters taller than herself. So it was with a bit of detached amusement Dayle noticed that when she looked at the 'taller' woman she felt like they were the same height. Perhaps it was her lack of hair; or the state of equality they shared in being starkers, together in her shower.

Heat exploded along her body as Shay configured the spray. Letting out a little gasp, nearly unhearable under the assault of water on her skin and the shower's surfaces, she nodded to Shay's question. "It's fine."

Six hundred years, Dayle had gotten into quite a routine, starting her shower (or bath, if she was feeling crazy) lukewarm, then added hotter water to it as she progressed. She rarely chose to make the water so hot at the start, but this was definately an enjoyable sensation.

Shay held her hands up, protecting her face from the water, getting spatters on Dayle's face. Her neck twitched as she clamped her eye shut, then as Shay turned in place Dayle moved just out of the range of the splashes, not more than a centimeter if her foot displacement was measured. Pointed interest filled her as she watched the water sluice over Shay's body, rivulets and waves barely parted by her breasts. The defining portion of her mind almost described them as 'smallish' but they weren't; not for Shay. They 'fit' her. Anything larger would have looked out of place on her body.

Shay's voice distracted her from her musings; then she pointed to something over Dayle's shoulder. Turning, Dayle picked up the soap and handed it to Shay. After a moment, Shay held the soapybubbly washcloth up and gently turned Dayle around. Dayle wiggled her head just enough to get the lower side of her hair wet, and reached back to gather it together and pull it over her shoulder to stick it to her skin. A shiver went through her as Shay washed down her back to her bottom, where she felt two hands rest for a moment.

She heard Shay's question. "Any preferences?" It had been so long since Dayle had successfully stimulated herself to achieve any goal, but she definately remembered what she liked. But instead of forcing that upon Shay she replied, "Go with what works. Just, please, keep everything outside for now." Dayle hoped Shay would understand that she meant 'no penetration' since the Brit didn't want to have to explain in the shower that she was physically virginal.

Going on exactly what she knew or thought she would like, Shay continued on, and both briskly rubbed the cloth along Dayle's shoulders. Massaging the line from one shoulder to the other, and up the back of Dayle's neck, Shay moved closer so occasionally her body slid against Dayle's soapier one. The feeling for Shay was electric, but she ignored her own stirrings for now.

"Dayle? I heard you ask Barbara to shave your neck, and the area around your ears yesterday...why do you do that?"

She had thought about asking at the salon, and then became distracted with the thought of her first feeding. But now when she looked at the newly shaved part of Dayle's head, the question arose again.

At Dayle's request to keep everything...outside...Shay nodded, though the other woman wouldn't have seen that. Getting soap into 'interior' places could smart, as Shay had also recently found out. But for now she had a lot of exterior skin to give homage to, and that's what she gave all her attention to.

After she moved around the shoulder area a goodly bit, Shay moved to Dayle's arms, and moved herself to Dayle's sides. The spray from the shower now only hitting Shay's side as well, but the heat within her keeping her plenty warm. Taking an arm, one at a time, and putting the hand on her own shoulder, Shay caressed the cloth from arm pit to finger, swirling the cloth around the appendage as she moved. Careful attention was paid to in between each finger, as was to the slightly fuzzy juncture under where the arm joined the body. Not sure if Dayle was ticklish or not, Shay applied pressure more firmly to the underarm area, instead of teasing it as she had the upper area of skin, on Dayle's neck, so recently shorn.

When her ministrations were complete on Dayle's arms, Shay moved the washcloth again, and this time moved along Dayle's back, tracing the contours as they sloped so nicely back to her ass. The wash cloth was used to bathe Dayle's buttocks, but when the time came to wash 'inside', Shay opted to use her hand, and slipped her long fingers into the firm, ravine between the cheeks. To keep her balance, Shay used one arm wrapped around Dayle's waist, and was close enough to lick the skin of her friend's buttocks. Too tempting to pass up, Shay did lick the soft, skin there, once she rinsed off traces of soap, but she did it on an impulse, and merely to see what it felt like beneath her tongue.

Wanting to get down to more important business, Shay washed Dayle's legs and feet, but didn't spend an inordinate amount of time on either. Getting up from the squatting position she had gotten too, Shay directed the shower spray to Dayle's back, and made sure all the soap was removed. Gently prying apart the woman's buttocks, she didn't forget that area either.

"I think, so neither of us drowns, for me to wash your front, I will come around you?"

Distracted nearly to the point of not paying attention from the tickling on her neck, Dayle took a moment to respond the question. "I get tickled easily on my neck, so the little tufts of hair get annoying after a while, tickling me, giving me shivers. As far as the ears, I have a very old habit of stowing pens and pencils and markers over my ears and got tired of getting ink in my hair."

The soft sudsy rasp of the washcloth over her shoulders and arms, her sides (she giggled and twitched a little at the just-a-shade-too-firm to totally-tickle touches) and even her hands and fingers were efficiently washed. She silently thanked Shay for not tickling her underarms (yet another spot she'd not shaved in a few days). Standing still with her legs slightly parted as Shay dragged the cloth down her back, she felt another shiver travel through her as her buttocks was washed, first with the cloth for the outside roundness, and then with Shay's fingers. Taken aback, she gasped and nearly fell forward, leaning against the wall on her hands. Then as her bottom was rinsed she thought she felt the softness of a tongue? Goose flesh rose on her skin around where she'd felt that contact and she flexed the muscle there to help them dissipate.

Shay's hand on her waist felt comforting, as the water spattered off the tile onto her face. Moving her hand up a little to deflect some of it out of her eyes she stayed as still as possible as Shay caressed and washed her legs, then rinsed her.

The water felt cold for a moment as Dayle realized the sudden flush of heat inside her was rivalling its flow. Shay asked if she wanted to come around her, but Dayle shook her head. "Wouldn't it be easier for you to wash from behind me, as if you were washing yourself? You could just turn the showerhead away. Or would you rather look and see what you're doing?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk.

"I would much rather see what I'm washing, at least this first time." And why it was Shay thought there might be another similar time in the future, was just wishful thinking on her part. She was enjoying this event most heartily, and hoped she pleased Dayle enough for her to want a repeat occurrence sometime soon.

Seeing the silly grin on Dales face, Shay wondered if she was being teased.

"But I think you knew that..." And she tried to mimic the grin, before she moved around in front as she had wanted.

Being almost exactly the same size, Shay now looked directly into Dales eyes and saw what a pretty shade of grey-blue they were...rather like sterling silver, but with a hint more blue, and a lot more depth...and not at all cold looking.

"Oh...and there is this too." Smiling, but moving like lightning, Shay planted her lips on Dayle's. The kiss was over and done with quickly, but it left enough impression on Shay that she decided to try again, and try something different.

"That was in return for the one you gave me in bed. But this is what I would have done if you had stayed around a little longer."

And then with a wink, Shay pressed her lips to Dayle's again, but this time she wrapped both arms around the woman's neck, and moved her tongue forward, until it parted those sweet lips.

A moan escaped Shay about the same time she started feeling things in her body heighten. The tingles in her boobs got stronger, and her nipples hardened. The tingles in her stomach were spreading to that place between her legs where she knew pleasure could be found. And suddenly she forgot all about washing Dayle. Shay's hands slid down Dayle's back, to cup her buttocks, and press the soapy girl's lower pelvic area into Shay's own.

The kiss deepened considerably, as Shay's tongue searched Dayle's mouth. She didn't really know what she was searching for, but the trip was excruciatingly wondrous. As their tongues mingled, and then began crashing together, more moans came from Shay.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck...of fuck...this is just awesome..."

Her vocabulary was colored much by the things she had been watching on television lately, and because of her inexperience, she just couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment.

Until she recalled her purpose, and removed her mouth from Dayle's to rest her chin on Dayle's shoulder. Shay had to calm herself, so she could get back to what she had begun. It never occurred to her that what she had just stopped doing, was also possibly providing adequate stimulation for Dayle. Kissing was a new thing for Shay as well.

Looking up into those beautiful eyes again, Shay's expression became quite serious.

"Back to bathing..." But she didn't stop a small grin from turning up just the corners of her mouth, right before she bent over to grab the wash cloth she had dropped, and began washing across the front of Dayle's chest.

Dayle grinned still at Shay and stood still with her hands against the wall, sighing as the heated water fell upon her backside, arching her brow as Shay ducked under her arms to stand before her. "I did know that. Didn't mean I still wasn't going to ask."

Shay's piercing gaze left Dayle wondering what she was thinking when the soft kiss she'd given earlier was returned. Then, after an explanation, Shay kissed her more throughly. Closing her eyes, Dayle revelled in the triple sources of heat, with the fires building inside her, the still-hot water cascading down her back, and the soft lips pliant against her own. The arms around her neck were nice; the probing tongue against her lips gave her a reason to open her mouth, to take the strong muscle into her own, to tease the tip. She sucked gently upon it and heard the splash of the washcloth hit the floor.

A Shay-tinged moan tingled in her ears as Shay's hands travelled down her back, pulling her closer with wide hands on her bottom. Just barely able to keep both of them upright, Dayle silently enjoyed the kiss, the moans, the soft caresses on her arse as Shay deepened their union. Suddenly the contact was mostly gone, as Shay chanted quietly, "oh fuck, oh fuck" against her lips, causing Dayle to smile, then the other woman backed away. Her chin rested on Dayle's shoulder for a moment and Dayle allowed herself to bring her hand down to stroke Shay's back until the other woman's gaze returned to her own.

"Back to bathing," she said, and Dayle felt a momentary disappointment as Shay disappeared, then came back up with a handful of washcloth. Dayle smiled in response to the grin at Shay's lips and closed her eyes as the washcloth came in contact with the top of her torso. Slowly the cottony cloth caressed her contours, sliding slippery suds along her skin. Up underneath her chin rose Shay's hand, and she turned her head up with it, then down on each side of her neck to tickle gently in the hollows of her shoulders. Opening her eyes she watched the face of the blonde woman before her. She felt the washcloth travel along her collarbone, to slide down with a single finger touching down between her breasts to her navel before slowly dragging back up.