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*stands braced against the wall of the shower as Michael strokes the washcloth down his limbs and back up his spine*
*keeps eyes fixed on the water circling the drain - at first it was grey with soot and dirt, but now is clear and soapy. Still Michael keeps stroking and soothing and massaging*
*knows that even though it has faded, he will be smelling that place for the rest of his life*
*moves clear of Michael's hands*
*stands under the spray a second*
*turns off the taps*
*feels the softness of the towel as Michael wraps it around his shoulders*
*turns*
*kisses him, hard and fast and furious*
*pushes him backwards, out of the bathroom, across quarters and onto the bed*
*presses him down, still kissing him like it was the end of the world*
so beautiful, so beautiful, so...alive