The stream of water started drenching them.

The water temperature was perfect, neither too hot nor too cold. But it was warm enough to comfort her. The moment it started drenching her, she shivered at first and held him even tighter.

He pushed her further ahead so that the water could drench her complete body and sober her up.

Streams of water started running on her face and down to her legs, soaking her up completely.

As he had moved ahead with her, they both were directly under the shower, so he himself got drenched along with her.

She was curled up in his arms like a lamb.

His hands kept caressing her back but slowly it started becoming unbearable for him.

Her wet body, with her clothes clinging on to her, made her look even more desirable. He not only wanted her bad, but he wanted to devour on her, show her his ways of love.

Because of all the water and wetness her dress had become all heavy and naturally that made the neck of the dress run even deeper than earlier.

The crests and the valleys were calling him out, shouting out his name, but he knew that those were the lands which he shouldn't wander. So holding his breath all tight he lifted her up in his arms and took her out of the shower cubicle.

Her eyes were slightly open, but she was still a bit tipsy and dizzy but better than the condition that she was in before.

He quickly grabbed a bathrobe and first wrapped it around her to prevent her from catching a cold. But given that her dress was all wet, he knew that he had to do the deed. He knew that he had to get her out of those wet clothes but he also knew that he couldn't compromise her, not even for a bit.

Being a gentleman that he was, he dimmed off the lights and slowly removed the straps of her dress by sliding his hands underneath the bathrobe.

"What are you doing?", she asked and giggled and slumped back onto him.

"Akira stay still", saying that he gently pushed her to lean on to the wall so that he could pull the dress down.

"Ummm.... you always keep commanding me. Why you have to dictate my life so much?", saying that she started pulling out face wipes and kept throwing them on his face.

But without minding any of that, he slowly unzipped the dress, expecting it to fall down, but alas, all that wetness had made it cling on to her body. So it didn't come off the way that he expected it to.

So looking at her he said,

"Stay still, I am gonna pull your dress down".

"Yeah pull it up down left right where ever you want. Howsoever, you want. Left right up do....", and then she started slurring.

So he took a deep breath and then bent down on his knees.

His rested his palm on her waist to support her so that she didn't fall down. Then slowly he peeled the dress off. The light was dim, but he could still see her porcelain smooth skin. Unknowingly he ran his fingers from the sides of her waist to her thighs.

She moaned with his all fired up touch even in her dazed state.

The sound of her moan was a red light for him. So he immediately threw the dress to the side and then tied the belt of the robe back, all tight.

Because she needed to be saved, FROM HIM.