Memories in the Shower

Title:
Memmories in the Shower

Author:
Cin – Dianagodessa@yahoo.com

Summary:
While in W&H hell Gunn has a moment in the shower where he remembers a
vauge memory of Fred. Short ficlet.

Disclaimer: NC 17.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I do not own the characters. Blah, Blah,
Blah.

Authors Note:style='mso-spacerun:yes'> This was originally written for my 1^st
online Buffy/Angel RP game (I play Gunn).

the hot spray of the shower watching the the blood rinse off my body and swirl
down the drain. The wounds from my latest torture session already healing.

I know my life isn't normal, but why am so cheery though. I have a beautiful
wife. Even though she manages to burn out the oven light every day. And my
son... he's so smart.

'How come the
fact that he's white doesn't phase m/spa/span>style='font-size:11.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN;mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> I
thought.

I close me eyes and tilt my head back under the water. Why do I have this
feeling like I don't belong here? That there is more...



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Her smile
reached her eyes. Beautiful wide brown eyes...

"Come 'ere," she said as she lathered the bar of soap in her hands.

I could feel her hands running across my chest and back as she washed me.
Dainty, delicate, pale hands. She pushes me under the shower head.

"Come on... rinse."

She seemed to be taking great joy in making sure every inch of me was clean. I
wrap my arms around her small frame and bend my head down to kiss her.

style='mso-spacerun:yes'> 'Her lips are so soft.'

I thread my
fingers through hong ong chestnut locks, holding her to me. I tease her lips
with my tongue seeking entrance and our kiss deepens sensuously.

I could feel her hand gliding down my abdomen and softly encircling my shaft,
her touch gentle at first. I moan against her lips at the feel of her hand
stroking my cock to life. My hand cups her perky breast. My thumb brushing
against her pebbled nipple.

"I want you so bad baby..."

"You have me," she said. Her voice soft and lust filled.

She leaned against the wall bringing me with her. She rasies her leg against my
hip and I support it with my hand behind her knee. She guided the head of my
cock to her entrance. My hips slowly thrusting, inching bit by bit deep inside
her. I bury my face in the crook of her neck. My chest heaving as I try to take
it slow.

"You're so hot. So wet..." I can feel her chest against mine as she
chuckles softly.

"We're in the shower silly. Getting wet kinda happens," her Texan
accent breathy as she moans in pleasure. "Harder! Please... I need you,
Charles!"

Who am I to deny a lady? I could feel her velvety walls around my cock as I
thrust into her.

"I love you. I love you so much Gunn!" She cried in pleasure.

"I love you tred-red-"



My eyes snap open. I'm gasping for breath and then my body shudders in release.
I look down at my hand still holding my manhood.

'When did that
happen?'

"Oh god... Fred," I whisper.

'Who is she?
I know her? Why can't I remember? Where is she?'style='font-size:11.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN'>