"And We're The Problem?"

"And we're the problem?"

Whew, that was steamy in more ways than one!

I really liked the way you took the time to describe the scene where Peter washes Angel's hair in the shower. The washing away of more than just the dirt and blood from the warehouse but the symbolic representation. Well done.

The Epilogue is going to be killer.

The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Nineteen: Wash It Away*

Summary: It's time to wash off the past, as well as all that blood from that final battle.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Smut, genre typical content, mentions of blood and previous injuries, kissing, P in V, shower sex,

Word Count: 2.4k+

A/N: We couldn't leave our favourite couple before they kiss and make up and get it on again. I also realise there is a small theme of Angel always having an emotional breakdown before sex, I promise they aren't always like that haha. This series has been such an experience to write. Honestly at times it's like they wrote themselves, but we'll get into that more on our Epilogue Authour's Note. Anyway, here's some steamy shower sex.

NINETEEN

Peter didn’t say anything the whole car ride home, he didn’t even turn his head in her direction. His only acknowledgement of her presence in the car was the steady hand he held to her thigh, his thumb stroking small soothing and gentle motions back and forth. Her gaze kept tracking from his blood stained cheek to the ever changing landscape outside, trees coming into view and growing denser the further they got away from the city. He was taking them back to the house. He was taking them home.

He was slightly tense as he turned onto the drive. He didn’t follow it all the way down to the garage, instead parking right outside the front door. She waited in the car as he got out and walked the length of the car round to her side. He opened the door, holding his blood stained hand out for her to take. She wrapped her own bloody fingers around his before stepping out of the car. 

He paused, looking at her for a moment, drinking her in. He slowly dropped her hand, his hands raising to either side of her face, his fingertips finding a home in her hair as he held her head in place, his eyes searching, rediscovering. She lifted a hand up to brush across his blood covered shirt, her fingers wrapping tightly over his bicep, encouraging him to close the gap between them. His hips pushed her back against the side of the car as his fingers gripped tighter into her hair, pulling her towards him. His kiss was soft but firm. Silent, but deadly. It somehow said everything he needed to say, wanted to say but couldn’t. ‘I’m sorry. I love you.’

Her other arm wrapped around him, holding him close as the arm that was clinging to his bicep slowly climbed upwards towards his neck, fingers tangling into the hair as she deepened the kiss with her own apology.

His hands moved down the sides of her body, wrapping around her ass before he lifted her up into his arms, her arms folding over the backs of his shoulders. Holding her tight in his arms as he continued to place kiss after kiss onto her lips, he carried her towards the door to their house. Her breathing hitched, their lips parting momentarily as he pushed her forcefully against the door, holding her in place with just his hips and one arm as he rooted in his pocket for the key. He continued to attack her mouth, the metallic taste of dried blood entering his mouth from the flecks smeared across their faces as their kisses grew wider and more frantic. She felt the door give way behind her back as it opened, making her grip around his neck grow a little tighter, but she knew he wouldn’t drop her.

They continued to kiss, their hands pawing at each other as he moved them through the house, carrying her up the stairs to the bathroom. He subconsciously pushed the door closed with one hand before turning them so he could turn on the shower, before he finally placed her feet back onto the floor. His hands pushed her hair back as he held her face in both hands again, reassuring himself that she was real and here and his once more. Her fingers moved frantically to unbutton his shirt. The moment the last button was undone, she was ripping the shirt open and off of his arms. It got stuck at his elbows and he reluctantly let go of her so that he could pull his arms out the rest of the way, before throwing the shirt to the ground.

Steam filled the room as they took a step back from each other to get rid of the rest of their clothes, deciding the process would be much quicker. Once stripped they paused to take in each other’s naked forms, her eyes raking down her husband's toned stomach, his eyes fixated on her still bandaged ribs. He was gentle as his fingers reached out to her. She closed her eyes, letting out a long exhale of relief as he began to unwrap her chest, her lungs being able to work fully now they weren’t being held back. She let the steam cleanse them as Peter tipped his head down to lay kisses across the tops of her shoulders.

“Tell me if I am being too rough.” he whispered into her skin as he dropped the bandages, his free hand moving to wrap around the side of her neck and tilt her head up towards him so he could kiss her once more. It was slow and deep, his tongue teasing at her own as he lifted her into the shower. She breathed out another sigh of relief into his mouth as the warm water began to trickle down her back. He slowly let her feet fall to the shower floor as he continued to back her further under the stream of the shower and into the corner so that he could fit too. It didn’t take long for the water to turn red as it began to wash away the horrors of not just the evening but the last three years.

“Peter-” she whispered against his lips, seemingly pained. Seeing that his hands were in her hair and not on her body, he knew it wasn’t a physical pain but an emotional one; and as he opened his eyes and saw the fear and the sorrow that tainted her own, his own chest cleaved in two.

“It’s okay.” his soft voice tried to reassure her. “It’s okay.” he repeated as he folded her against his body, arms wrapping protectively around her skin.

They stood like that for a moment in silence. The only sound, the water and her deep breaths between silent tears, her fingers grasping onto him tightly.

He slowly separated them when he felt her still, a calm washing over her as her tears subsided. He turned and reached for the shampoo bottle that had been sat patiently waiting to be used again for the first time in weeks, squeezing the liquid into his palm before he started to lather it into her hair. His fingers scratched relaxingly against her scalp before he encouraged her head back into the stream of water, rinsing it of any left over blood. He had her turn, her chest being kept warm by the water as he did the same again, this time with conditioner, his fingers raking through her tresses, cleansing it and her of all trouble and worry. He stepped forward to kiss at her bare shoulders as he reached past her for a loofah. She kept her eyes closed, listening to the sounds as he opened the bottle of shower gel, squirting it onto the sponge and lathering it up in his hands. She sighed, leaning into his touch, as he gently began to wipe away at any left over blood and grime, her toes wiggling between the bubbles pooling at her feet. She always felt so beautiful under his touch.

Noticing the smile on her face, he reached a hand to the back of her head, turning her head back towards him so he could place a kiss against her lips. 

As their kiss deepened once more, she turned her whole body towards him, the suds sliding from her body as she turned. One of her hands started to slide up his bicep as the other moved down to take the sponge from him. She slowly encouraged him closer to the water as she stepped out of the stream of water and steam. He fully stepped under it, his hands moving up to run across his face and back through his hair, allowing it to rinse away all the blood and dirt from his own skin. When he tilted his head back down and opened his eyes to look at her again, her clean form all sweet for him, his devoted and loving wife, his gaze grew dark.

He reached back out for her, pulling her back under the water with him before turning and pushing her back against the wall. His lips attacked her’s hungrily and she giggled against his mouth for the briefest of moments before her own needs took over. She could feel him growing hard against her stomach as he leant his body against hers. Her breathing grew frantic as she reached to run her fingers up into his hair, pulling hard against his wet tresses. He growled deeply against her neck as his lips began to trail across her jaw and down her neck, his head burying in her chest as his arms reached down to lift her again.

His hips pushed her further into the tiles as he notched himself at her entrance as she panted his name. She gasped as he slipped himself inside, his head shifting so he could stare into her lovestruck eyes, mouth hung open as he teased at that special spot inside her as he filled her out.

“So pretty for me, baby.” he breathed before attaching his mouth back to hers again. He shifted her slightly in order to thrust inside her easier, a small sound of pain escaping from her lips from the way her ribs dragged against the hard tiles. “I’m sorry.” he whispered into her skin but she shook her head.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Her breathing hitched as he began to slowly drag his length out, then back in again. She gripped a hold of him tightly, slippery fingers desperately clawing at his wet skin. His pace was sinful, so slow, so long, so deep. This wasn’t a normal shower quickie, he was making love to her right against the tiles. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” he praised as she tilted her head back, her moans echoing around the bathroom, mingling with the steam.

“Peter.” she breathed his name like it gave her life. “Peter… Peter.” It was his favourite way to hear his name.

“God, I love you.” he spoke into her skin. “My perfect Angel, my slice of heaven. Always so good for me.” His thrust grew harder as he lost himself, Angel biting at her lip as she braced herself, one hand around Peter, the other steadying herself against the wall. 

Her legs shook slightly as he dropped her back down onto the shower floor, slipping out of her as he turned her around. He reached down, lifting her leg and bending her forward slightly, his other arm holding her up as he slipped back into her from behind.

His pants and grunts into her ear were sinful as he began to thrust into her faster with the new angle. She let her head fall back against his chest as her mouth hung open in pleasure. With each thrust he hit that devastating spot inside her. “My perfect wife.” he continued to coo. “Cum for me baby. Need to feel that perfect pussy squeeze me.”

His words elicited a guttural sigh to escape her chest, the arm he was using to hold her up around her chest moving to wrap around her throat. She chased his lips as he leaned over her, his tongue smashing into her mouth to taste every breath, every moan. 

She could feel her muscles pulling tight low in her belly as she ground back into him, attempting to meet his every thrust. Their lips parted and her forehead pressed into his as she panted “I love you.” her eyes boring into his before her breaths stuttered.

She practically screamed into his mouth when her climax dropped. “That’s my girl.” he coached her as he slowed his thrusts and fucked her through it.

“Now, you.” she panted as her heaving chest began to settle but he just lowered her  leg and slipped out of her.

“Not, yet.” He said before he placed another deep kiss to her lips.

He picked up the loofah, lathering it up again from where it had been lying on the shower floor before wiping her off one more time. He encouraged her back under the flowing water to wash off the bubbles and rinse the conditioner from her hair, before he was ushering her out the shower so he could wash himself properly.

“Go dry, yourself off.” he said as she wrapped herself up in a towel. “I’ll be in in a minute.” he encouraged, instructing her to wait in their bedroom as he stepped back under the running water.

She slipped quietly out of the bathroom, padding across the hall to the master bedroom. She wished she could call it their master bedroom, but until they moved their stuff back over from the penthouse, she could only think of this as his bachelor bedroom.

She took a moment to take it all in; all hardwood furniture and navy bed covers. The art was all photos of the city. She suspected all of them were photos he’d taken back in the day when he wouldn’t go anywhere without his camera. She hoped he’d take up the hobby again after all this.

She couldn’t help but think back to his old bedroom at May’s. This couldn’t have been more different. No homely touches, everything chosen to fit an aesthetic; the dark brooding gangster whose wife had left him. She froze as she felt his presence in the doorway, turning to see him standing with a towel wrapped around his hips, his hand still rubbing at his wet hair with a smaller towel. 

He took one look at her face. “You hate it, don’t you?” he said as he stepped closer to her.

She tried to school her features as she slowly began to nod but she couldn’t hide her smile from him. “Yeah.” she agreed as he began to smile with her. “I will say,” she said, wrapping her arms around him, now he was close enough to do so, “I do like the photos.”

“Yeah?” he asked as he beamed down at her, his own arms wrapping protectively around her, his head following her bobbing one as she nodded again. “So they can stay?” he asked with a breathy snigger.

“I think we can find a place for them somewhere.” her voice teased.

“Oh, really!” he teased back with a smile as he swung her round sideways, tipping her off balance with a giggling shriek, before righting her again. “And what about you?” he continues to jest.

“Ahhh, Peter!”

“Can we find a place for you.” he continues, beginning to lift her.

“PETER!” she laughed.

“I think I’ve got the perfect place.” he said, walking her back towards the bed.

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