Shower by Christina It's morning at the Zetes Institute, and Kaitlyn's using up the hot water. Bri doesn't like that one bit. The irrational anger wells up inside of her, and she yanks back the mildewed curtain and grabs the red-headed girl by the arm, slick naked skin beneath her bruising grasp. The girl's witch eyes fly open, disoriented and scared. Bri likes that she's scared, she likes the power that it gives her. Bri thinks that she might want to hurt her, that she might want to hear her scream. Gabriel, of course, would kill her for such a thing, maybe take her apart bit by bit, maybe just drain her of her energy very slowly. It's hard to tell with Gabriel. So, Bri mocks her instead. She calls her a witch. She calls her something else that rhymes with that. She waits for the satisfaction of sniveling and frightened tears. But as soon as Bri mocks her, Kaitlyn's fright turns to anger, and suddenly it is Bri slammed against a wall, Kait's face pale with fury, and drops of shower and sweat dripping from her hair and off of her small, pink nipples onto the floor. Bri feels her body react to Kait's pressed so close against her and swallows hard. She feels her nipples harden, she feels wetness between her legs, she feels her mouth go dry. Words are tumbling from Kait's lips-- threats, curses. Bri isn't focusing on that, but instead on the gentle slope of Kait's tight stomach to a bare hipbone. The sight of it makes Bri want to sink to her knees and suck feverishly upon that hipbone. She wants the heavy fullness of Kait's breasts in her hands, she wants to part Kait's legs and feel the soft blossom of her labia against her seeking tongue, she wants her musky scent to fill her mouth. She wants a finger deep inside of Kait, and she wants to hear Kait moan, and wants small, lithe fingers to tangle in her hair and pull as she cries out in release. And then she wants to search the girl's mouth with her tongue, mingling their tastes. But only moments later, her anger is only sadness, and there are real tears dripping down Kait's face. She lets go of Bri's shirt and starts to shake. Bri doesn't quite understand why Kait is so upset, only that her taunts have triggered something very deep in the girl. But more than anything, she knows that now, there is space between their bodies, and all Bri can think about is placing her lips gently on Kait's neck to make everything right again.