America's Suitehearts

**CC’s POV**
I stood under the water for a few minutes and while it warmed up I started snooping around all the different bottles of soap, shampoo, and conditioners she had.Warm vanilla and brown sugar body wash? Cocoa infused shampoo? Ultra soft conditioner? No fucking wonder she smelt like an all you can eat desert buffet and her hair felt like it was made of bunny rabbits. I grabbed the soap and squeezed out a big blob of it onto my palm and rubbed it on my skin. Well, looks like I'm going to smell fucking delightful today. I'm probably going to get it from the guys once I get back to the hotel for it, but I don't really care all that much, I'll just be the only one on the bus that doesn't smell like free hotel toiletries.
My heart sank in my chest when I thought about being on the bus again. I started thinking about her again and without the distraction of a pug defiling a stuffed animal nearby, I was able to stay focused on my thoughts this time. There was really only one thing I could do. I took a deep breath and sighed. I’m going to ask her to take this to the next level and be my girl. I still needed to establish exactly how I was going to do it, and although I was about ten thousand percent sure how it was going to go, I couldn’t help feeling anxious. Should I just straight up ask her when she gets back? No, no, that’s too forward. Maybe I could write it in the fog on her bathroom mirror? But, what if it disappeared before she saw it? I got lost in my thoughts for a few moments and I'm about ninety percent sure that if I had spent a couple more minutes thinking I would have come up with either a cure for world hunger or at least a really lame knock knock joke about monkeys. I was snapped out of my short shower induced trance by Hailz walking into the bathroom.
“Seriously? You’re still in there?” she asked. Quite apparently it seemed that morning shower sex was not something that would be happening with her today. Damn. You can’t fault me for hoping though. It sounded like helping Alex and his Ex carry stuff had taken her mood and flushed it down the toilet.
“Umm…yeah…” I said as I glanced at her silhouette on the shower curtain, she had one hand sassily on her hip and I could imagine the unimpressed look on her face
“Now I won’t have time to take my shower before we leave!” She groaned in frustration. It’s not like she totally couldn’t fit in here with me.
“Well, you could always just hop in and join me.”
“What?” she asked in surprise. Wait…did I just say that out loud? FUCK!
**Hailz’s POV**
“Well, you could always just hop in and join me.” What was that?
“What?” I asked in shock. Did he really just invite me to take a shower with him? Shit, this almost makes me not care that I just had to help my roommate’s ex-boyfriend carry his heavy-as-fuck box of crap down to his car (which he, of course, parked in the furthest spot possible from the stairs) and ended up stubbing my toe on the curb. Almost, but not quite.
“I mean, it makes sense if you want to save time, it would be kinda like multi-tasking, I guess.” He said kinda awkwardly, as if he hadn’t really thought it all the way through
“Except naked.” I added with my arms crossed. I know it’s sorta ridiculous, seeing how we’d slept together the night before, but I wasn’t sure if I was comfortable with him seeing me naked. It had been dark and late last night and I guess I was just afraid that if he were to see me now in broad daylight while he was fully awake and sober, maybe he wouldn’t like me as much. The curse of my negative body image strikes again!
“Yes, nakedness and showers do tend to go hand-in-hand.” He said as I watched his silhouette turn to face me. I was also afraid that I might melt and go down the drain if I saw him naked. He snickered and said “Are you afraid of seeing a little man-ass or something?” I rolled my eyes but grinned
“Nah, I’ve seen too many Adam Sandler movies to be phased by man-ass, I’m immune.” I replied which made him laugh
“Well then, what’s the matter? You being all nervous and shy and shit?”
“No!” I lied “It’s just…there’s no way we can both fit in there.” He snorted.
“Unless you for some reason turn into an elephant every time you step into the shower, I’m going to say that’s a load of bullshit.” He said very sassily. Hey! Maybe I do, you don’t know my life!
“I’m serious! I have a severe lack of faith in that shower’s ability to contain two people at once.” I said. He snorted then went quiet for a second. I could just imagine the sneaky little grin on his face when he spoke again.
“Well, how about we test that theory and settle this once and for all?” Jesus Christ, he must really want this to happen. Well, you know what? Fuck it!
“Fine.” I grumbled as I slid my robe off. If this…thing we have going on ever had any hope of being something more, then he should determine how much he likes me based off of my personality, not my body. I told myself this over and over again as I finished stripping down and he pulled back the shower curtain for me, but I was still nervous. I very carefully stepped in and found myself practically smushed right up against him, only a few drops of the shower’s spray managing to make it past him and onto me. “You see? W-we have no room to be comfortable…” I stammered as I looked off to the side, my cheeks were burning so hot that I thought they would boil off of my face. Oh god, don’t look down, don’t look down!
“You sure about that? Because from where I’m standing, which is pretty much the same place as you, this is perfect.” He said in an almost purr-like voice as he reached out and gently ran his fingers down my arm before taking my hand in his. I slid my eyes up to his which I think made him think that I had something to say back. OH FUCK. I need to respond! Shit! Quick, think of something sexy to say back! Once I had something suitable, I went to open my mouth and say it, but nothing happened.
“Captain! We appear to have lost communication!”
“Give me a damage report, Lieutenant.”
“It seems our systems have been stunned by the realization that there’s less than an inch separating us from a wet, naked, rockstar and we’re drifting dangerously close to an ‘awkward silence’.”
“Engage evasive maneuvers, Lieutenant.”
“Aye, Captain.”
I lowered my gaze, hoping he’d just figure I was being bashful or something, but I evidently lowered it a bit too much and accidently caught a glimpse of his dick.
“Captain! We’ve got his genitals in our sights! Our main computer is melting down! We’re losing all other operations! SHE CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS!!”
“Aww, what’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” CC chuckled, completely unaware of the internal crisis I was going through. I snapped my eyes back up and nodded, my cheeks probably beet red. “Now, not that you aren’t adorable when you’re speechless, but how about I give you a turn to wash up while we wait for that kitty to give your tongue back?”He suggested. I nodded again and thus began the awkward little shuffle we did around each other while we attempted to trade places and not slip.
Once I was under the water, with my heart threatening to bust out of my chest Kool-Aid Man style, I very awkwardly went about washing my hair. I was being almost ridiculously cautious as I began lathering up my hair because I was slightly afraid that I was going to somehow splash shampoo in his eyes and if that was going to happen to anyone in this universe, it was probably going to be me. About mid-way through rinsing my hair, I decided to take a peek at him from over my shoulder. He was staring at my back looking a little lost in thought but also like he was transfixed by something. Surely my back can’t be THAT interesting…That is unless, at some point between me getting in the shower and now, my dream of having badass angel wings finally came true without me noticing, but I doubt that was it. I looked away and started sliding my conditioner into my hair, but it felt strange having someone watching me do things I usually did without an audience. Well, I guess this means I can’t be a pornstar if this whole ‘go to college and become a psychologist’ plan doesn’t work out. After another minute or two of feeling his gaze on my back while I cleaned myself, I started feeling a little uncomfortable so I looked back at him again and spoke up.
“Can I help you something?” I asked which made him jump a tiny bit
“No! Uh…I was just…um…ah” He stammered as he looked down nervously and his cheeks started turning crimson. He fumbled around with his words for a second before he blurted “I like your tattoo!” and pointed to the left side of my ribcage which was decorated with a black and white tattoo of the BVB rosary with ‘I Believe That We All Fall Down Sometimes’ along the top of it and ‘Never Give In’ along the bottom.
“Oh, um, thanks, it was my first one. I like it too.” I said as I raised my arm and turned towards him a little so he could see it better
“Yeah, I saw it last night, but I only just noticed the writing…” He said awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked down. God, this shower was just a breeding ground for awkwardness! Seeing how I had pretty much done everything I needed to do, I decided it was time to escape from the shower of eternal awkwardness.
“Well, I’m done more or less, I’ll just leave you to finish whatever you need to do…” I said as I started pulling back the curtain
“Wait!” he said as he grabbed my arm. I looked at him. “Can I ask you something?”

Notes

Ugh, so many things have been going on and I've been tragically uninspired, sorry guys :(
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