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Part 3 of Alive AU
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First shower in one hundred years

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Alright," Sam picked up a bottle and showed it to Hetty. "This shampoo is for curly hair. I got it for you, Isaac and Nigel. It'll be better than the type the rest of us use. Are you good now?"

Hetty nodded, now that they were alive again, the first thing most of them wanted to do was get clean. "Thank you, Samantha. Could you get Trevor so he could help me out of my dress?"

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I need more fluff of these two

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"Alright," Sam picked up a bottle and showed it to Hetty. "This shampoo is for curly hair. I got it for you, Isaac and Nigel. It'll be better than the type the rest of us use. Are you good now?"

Hetty nodded, now that they were alive again, the first thing most of them wanted to do was get clean. "Thank you, Samantha. Could you get Trevor so he could help me out of my dress?"

Sam nodded, leaving the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Samantha had left clean clothes for her on the counter, a white skirt that would go down to her ankles and a blue sweater. It was all so. . . . Different than what she was used to. No corset or petticoat in sight!

Trevor entered the room, bumping into the door by accident before turning the handle. She laughed to herself, getting used to the need to open doors again would be tricky.

"Sam said you needed help getting out of your dress?"

Hetty nodded, and smiled softly as he began to help her out of the tight corset. When it was off, she took a deep breath for the first time in nearly two hundred years. Trevor hummed, and wrapped his arms around her, scratching his fingers over the bare skin on her chest and stomach. "I bet it feels good to have that off, huh?"

She sighed and nodded, eyes still closed with bliss. He leaned down and unclipped her skirts, letting them fall down to the floor. After about ten more minutes, Hetty had all her clothing off.

Trevor smiled, and kissed her neck. She sighed again, contently, and brought her hand up to stroke his hair.

"Oh, freshen up with me, won't you? I do wonder what it would feel like for you to wash my hair."

He grinned, before pulling his own shirt off over his head. Hetty giggled, bouncing up and down for a second. Oh, she was taking a- what did Samantha call it? A 'shower' with her beloved Trevor! To imagine the water flowing over him, his skin and hair dripping, his hands playing through her long red curls. . . .oh, it seemed simply divine.

Trevor, now unclothed as well, rested his hands on her hips, and left another kiss on her neck. "Let's take a shower now, yeah? I really wanna wash your hair, its so soft."

He crossed the room, and turned the handle on the faucet. Water spurted from the shower head, and hit the floor of the tub. Hetty smiled, she could almost feel the waters comforting warmth from here.

Trevor climbed in, hand held out his hands, helping her over the tall bath edge and into the tub with him. He pulled the curtain shut, before reaching up and adjusting the shower head, so the water hit his chest.

Hetty watched as his hair got soaked, water dripping off his chest and back. She was taking down her hair, and was positive her cheeks were red from just watching this.

He turned around, wiping a hand down his face, before pulling her closer. Her hair was all down now, falling in long fire red ringlets down to her hips.

Trevor pulled her under the warm water, and she gasped when it hit her. It was so warm, it felt so good! Trevor was running his hands through her curls, making sure her hair was nice and soaked.

She couldn't help but let out a pleasurable moan, tilting her head up so the water hit her chest better.

Trevor smiled, kissing her nape. "Yeah, it feels good, right? I knew you would like it. All warm and cozy."

She nodded, leaning into his touch as he wrapped his arms around her front to hold her breasts. It was quite intimate, she enjoyed it greatly, but it felt so soft and warm compared to their usual rough intimacy. She found she liked being in the shower with Trevor.

"Are you ready for me to wash your hair?"

Hetty nodded, sighing contently. Trevor grabbed the bottle of hair soap Samantha had purchased, and squeezed some onto his hand.

He reached forward, and brought his fingers to rub her scalp and hair. The contact was cold, she presumed it was the soap, but she could feel it getting foamy.

Trevor worked his way down her hair, making each curl was clean before moving to the next. She was certainly glad she had asked Trevor to take the shower with her.

"Here turn around, we gotta rinse out the soap. Close your eyes, it'll stinging pretty bad if it drips in there."

Hetty squeezed her eyes shut, and turned around, now facing him. She felt him reach around her, tugging at her curls to make sure all the soap rinsed out.

She presumed all the soap was out when he pressed yet another long open mouthed kiss to her neck.

She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck. "May I wash your hair?"

Trevor grinned widely at that, "Yes! Oh, I was really hoping you would ask."

She giggled, smiling, and grabbed a bottle of soap that he handed her. "Just use a little, okay? Like the size of a coin. I don't need as much because I've got short hair."

Hetty nodded, letting a small amount of the liquid fall onto her hand, before she brought her hands to his hair.

His beautiful brown strands were so soft, and she was sure she had never felt anything more like silk. The soap got sudsy, some dripping down onto his back.

Trevor sighed happily, "You're good at that. It feels good."

"Your hair is quite soft, this is nice for me as well."

Soon he turned around and washed the soap out of his hair, cleaned his body with another type of soap, helped Hetty wash her own body, and then pulled her close.

He smelled so wonderful, his hair looked so soft. Hetty was sure she had died again and gone to heaven. Had she been sucked off? Maybe.

Trevor held her close by her hips, their foreheads resting together, Hetty's hands around his neck.

Trevor was standing closest to the water, it was splashing against his back, some of it just reaching Hetty.

Hetty let her head drop to the crook of his neck, pressing her front against his, and she mumbled, "Being alive again will be hard, but with you by my side, I think it will be quite lovely."

Trevor nodded, and he wrapped his arms around her back. "Agreed. I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you more."

"Mmm, not possible. I think I love you more."

Hetty giggled to herself, "I know I love you more than anything, you are my everything, that's all that matters, right?'

"Yeah. And, just so you know, you're my everything."

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