“Yeah. Uh...”  She suddenly remembered that she couldn’t wear her blouse to work. It had been scattered onto the floor the night before, and was probably collecting dust in a corner somewhere.

“...you think you have a shirt you can lend me?” she asked and felt her cheeks turn red. How the hell do you do this “morning-after” thing with another woman? she thought. It wasn’t impossible for her to borrow one of Kim’s shirts and pretend that it was her own, but it felt wrong.

Kim opened her eyes and smiled.

“Yeah sure. Though there is quite a difference in size between us and there’s no way you’re fitting into one of my bras...” she replied and let her eyes travel down to Kerry’s chest, which was not too covered with the blanket. Kerry wasn’t sure whether Kim’s appreciative look made her uncomfortable or something entirely different, so she tried to cover herself up and get back to the shower-issue.

“It’s okay if I go and wash up?” she continued, needing to get away from those eyes.

“Oh yes. I’ll get you some clothes and a towel, don’t worry... I need to get up and make breakfast anyway” Kim told her, and Kerry smiled nervously and thanked her.

The red haired woman looked to her left, inspecting the bathroom door. She’d have to get out of the bed to reach it, but she was naked. The day before she hadn’t cared, but now she suddenly didn’t want Kim to see her without her clothes on. If she grabbed a blanket and wrapped herself up in it, it would look strange. If she didn’t...

Kerry decided that her need to put a door between herself and the blonde was more urgent than the need to cover herself up, so in one swift move she pulled the blankets aside and rose from the bed. As gracefully as possible, she walked the three steps across the floor to the bath room, and shut the door softly behind her.

Kim stayed in bed for a little while longer. She’d watched the redhead as she made her way to the bathroom, and she’d enjoyed the view. Kerry was small and thin, almost skinny, but she still had curves, and her body was covered in small freckles which Kim found absolutely adorable.  

“I wonder what just went through her head” she thought to herself. She was floating in liquid silver, covered in bliss. Kerry was everything she’d hoped for and more. She hadn’t even noticed Kerry’s nervousness; for the moment she was just happy.

Kerry was leaning her back against the door, eyes shut, and thoughts swirling. “Breathe girl, breathe” she repeated to herself. She tipped her head back in position and opened her eyes. Shower first, thinking when there was time. Right.

The bathroom was small, and the shower booth made of glass. Kerry could walk that short of a distance without her crutch, but not having it still made her feel uncomfortable. Grabbing the edges of the glass wall gave her some kind of stability though and calmed her down, and she shut the booth as she stepped into it. She turned the taps, preparing herself for a warm trickling of water on her skin, but it was cold. She yelped a little, and then stretched her hand out towards the spray, which was slowly heating up. “I guess I’ll have to wait a little” she thought, and turned to let the water give her back a cold massage.

“Oh, she’s discovered the wonder of the 40-gallon water-heater” Kim mumbled under her breath when she heard the yelp coming from the bathroom.

Reluctantly she pulled herself out of the bed, which was still warm and filled with the scent of lovemaking and Kerry Weaver. Making love with Kerry Weaver. “I made love to Kerry” the blonde thought while getting up and she smiled a little to herself. She crossed the floor over to her closet, remembering that Kerry had asked for a shirt.

“What to wear, what to wear... Hmm... Pink shirt for me I think... Kerry could wear one of my blouses... But she’s so small. The blue one maybe? It’ll look good, even though it’s long. Yeah.”

Finished with her internal discussion, she freed the shirts from their hangers and laid them down on the bed. Quickly she then pulled out a grey sweater and a pair of soft pants and put them on. Picking down a towel from one of the shelves, she crossed the room again to the bathroom and opened the door.

“Kerry!” she called, and made her way to the sink. “I’ve put a fresh towel on the sink for you.”

Inside the shower booth, Kerry had been busy touching her lips with the tips of her fingers, remembering Kim’s kisses from the previous night’s... activities.

Quickly she turned around, very aware that there was just a wall of glass between her and Kim. Her heart started pounding.

“Okay, thank you!” she squeaked, cursing her voice that cracked so easily. She stretched her hand out towards the still cold water, feeling it tentatively.

“What time does your shift start?”

“Uhh...”  Think girl, think. Why does she have to ask so many questions? “...nine” Kerry replied, wishing the blonde could go away.

“Now who’s slow in the mornings?” Kim thought to herself and then chuckled; “Oh, then you’d better hurry up! You want some coffee?”

Coffee? To go, please.

Kerry turned towards the voice. “Sure, thanks” she answered.