Elf on a Shelf: Part 2

Life in hob-along mode.

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to
the Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

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When she woke the next morning, Zach was standing next to
the bed with a pain pill and a glass of water. "Terry's gonna be here in
about half an hour. I could make you some breakfast?" he said, putting the
pill and the water into her hand.

Honey shook her head, feeling the weight of the world on her
shoulders. "I'd; I'd like to take a shower before I go; if that's
okay," she asked.

"Right; uh; I'll just set it up for you. I'll get your
things together after you're done in there; if you still want to go, that is;

Honey closed her eyes and nodded, "Thank you," she
whispered, unable to look at the silent pleading in his face.

When the shower was ready, Zach carried her down the stairs
and set her down in his large walk-in shower on the bathing chair he'd set up
for her. "I, uh; I warmed up the water. The; soap and shampoo stuff is
right here," he said, gesturing to a collection of bottles put down within
her reach. "If you need anything, I'll be right; right here," he
said, sitting down on the toilet, looking like he didn't know what to do with
his hands.

Honey nodded and took off her nightgown and panties, putting
them on the floor outside the shower. She leaned down and began unwrapping the
velcro the straps on her boot, finding that she couldn't reach the last one.
She opened her mouth to ask for help, but Zach was already sliding the door
open to undo it for her. When he disassembled the boot around her foot and
lifted it away, a slight whimper escaped her when the motion bumped her ankle
slightly. Zach's eyes flashed to hers as she tried to cover herself with her
arms, "I'm okay," she whispered. Clenching his jaw, Zach nodded,
stood and left the stall.

The water felt like heaven after the sad sponge baths she
had given herself in bed. Her skin came alive in the heat and flushed a deep
pink. "Is that too hot? You're getting red," Zach said, standing next
to the door looking concerned.

"No; it's perfect," she sighed. She twisted around
to reach the shampoo and tipped it over, groaning as she watched it roll out of
reach.

Zach reached into the stall and returned it to her, growling
in annoyance as he watched her try to squeeze some out with only one fully
functional arm. Soon, he stepped into the shower with her, clad only in his
underwear. "I don't know how you think you're going to do this by yourself;
he grumbled, glaring at her as he massaged the shampoo into her long hair.

"I'll figure it out; put a folding chair in the tub or
something," she said, trying not to notice that the fabric of his
underwear was leaving nothing to the imagination the wetter it got.

"A fucking folding chair will slip. I'll send this one
with you. You still can't reach shit, though."

"I haven't done this before. I'll get better as I
go."

"Yeah, but until then, you'll; Look, you need to give
me a call when you; so that I know you're okay."

"You wouldn't be able to hear me talk; the water makes
this growling noise," she said.

"Well, why the fu; never mind. You call me before and
after. No longer than 10 minutes, or I send Terry."

"And he just does whatever you tell him? You're really
kinda bossy."

"Glad we sorted that out. Put your head back."

With a smirk, Honey leaned back, letting him support her
with his arm as he rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. After one minute, Zach
began swearing under his breath. "I've been rinsing this shit out of your
hair forever and there's still more! How the fuck is this possible?"

Honey began giggling, despite the pain it caused her
shoulder. "I guess you should allow me longer than 10 minutes to shower,
then; she murmured.

"Ten fucking minutes, or I send Terry."

"Do you have any conditioner?"

"Any what?"

"Never mind," Honey said, trying to control her
face.

When he finally released her from being rinsed, Honey
grabbed the loofa and put some body wash on it, washing what she could reach
with her right arm while Zach glared down at her. "Oh, for fuck's
sake," he grated, roughly taking the fluffy sponge from her and then
washing her with surprising gentleness. When he delicately supported and washed
her broken ankle, he waited until he finished before looking up at her,
"Remember, doctor says you can take off your boot for a while now and
then, so that should help with the smell. I'll pack the extra sock so you can
put a clean one on and wash the; well, just how the fuck are you going to do
the laundry?" he asked, as if she created the concept of dirty laundry
just to bother him.

"Hand wash?" she suggested.

"That won't work for these boot socks! They smell like
gangrene or some shi;"

"Well, now you're just flirting; she said, smiling up
at him. For a moment Zach's face went completely blank, his eyes slowly
traveling down her naked body as his face turned bright red, then he turned
away and cursed under his breath again.

"Grab onto my arm and I'll finish you up," he
said, clenching his jaw and holding out his forearm to her, as he diligently
looked away. Cautiously, she took his arm and tried to stand, rising wobbly on
her left leg. Before she could gain her balance, her hand slipped on his wet
arm and he pulled her tightly against him before she could fall. Body to body,
they clung on to each other in the hot spray, each of them shaking.
"Honey; you may notta noticed, but I'm hanging on by a fucking thread,
here," Zach said quietly in her ear, "Try not to get yourself killed
for two seconds."

Honey nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist so that
he could move his arms again. She felt him move the loofah between her legs and
begin washing her private area, looking around the shower stall as he did. When
Honey cringed and her breath hissed between her teeth, he stopped, "What's
wrong?" he asked, looking down at her face.

"It's; rough; she said, quietly.

"Yeah, but it was fine when; oh; right; sensitive.
Okay; he said, swallowing as he tossed the loofah aside and hesitantly reached
his fingers between her legs. Honey leaned her forehead on his chest and closed
her eyes, gasping when his fingers made contact. "Is that; is that
okay?" he asked. She nodded and tried to move her legs further apart for
him.

Zach gently washed her, trying to think of sports scores,
laxative commercials, or the accounts payable at the club, but inevitably his
cock noticed that he was holding the woman of his dreams naked in his arms.
When she shifted against him, trying to keep her balance, a breathy grunt
escaped him as she inadvertently rubbed against him. "I'm sorry; she
whispered, trying to give him more room.

"Don't be; you're perfect; it's fine; he said, trying
to think about anything but how it would feel to slide his cock between her
slippery lips right at that moment. "Let me just get the; water; he
gritted, reaching for the shower sprayer and directing it between her legs.

Honey gasped and whimpered as the water pulsed against her
clit, down her labia and over her anus again and again, feeling Zach's eyes on
her as he did it, intensely absorbing her every reaction. She trembled as she
held on to him, trying to remain calm. Finally, she raised her eyes up to him
and opened her wet lips and whispered, "Zach; ?"

"Hey, how do you guys want your eggs?" Terry
asked, sticking his head into the bathroom.

"Get The Fuck Out Of Here, Maggot!" Zach roared,
as Honey squealed and released him, quickly ducking down to where Terry
couldn't see her on the shower chair.

"Scrambled, it is," Terry said, ducking out of the
bathroom and leaving them alone again.

Zach watched Honey begin to shiver as the room cooled off
and handed her a towel. "Let me know when you're dry and I'll wrap up your
leg again," he said, looking around the bathroom uncomfortably before
wrapping a towel around his waist and taking off his wet underwear from
underneath.

After securing her ankle in the air cast, Zach carried her
back up to the bedroom, turned his back to her, and blocked Terry's kitchen
view of the loft as Honey dressed. When she finished, Zach turned around again,
his mouth hardening into a grim line when he saw she had put on her elf dress
again. "You're; going, then," he said, frowning as he watched her
wince at the pain in her shoulder as she tried to tie the thick red ribbon belt
behind her back.

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