Fics like Washed in Scorn

Still facing him through the ghost of a wall, she reached back and opened her bra. It lifted away from her beauty and he averted his eyes. “Gabrielle?” She took off the panties as well, and put the lingerie on top of the dryer. The spray of the shower was heating up, and steam was puffing around the small space. She couldn’t mean to walk naked past his bed and wash in his hovel. It must be some strange dream his hormones had kindled in his brain despite all he knew about Gabrielle. He felt awake. She was so casual about it, walking calmly around his chain and standing over the drain. He didn’t have shampoo. His plain white bar of soap wasn’t the kind she used for herself. She wore some light and tasteful flowery fragrance. Trigger warning: Canon mention of captivity/kidnapping, and pseudo-smut involving arousal without satisfaction. The tags might be overstating it a bit, but this couple is complicated. I'm trying to be thorough. Maybe there's a kink that's more specific and suitable to the content. Suggestions are okay if you know it.

Fics like Washed in Scorn

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