Page 177 of Knotting the Firefighters
Progress.
Small victory for integration.
Even if the motivation was primarily to accommodate pack Omega rather than addressing broader gender equality.
I enter the space, dropping my belongings on the bench with deliberate noise—announcing my presence, establishing location, ensuring anyone interested in finding me knows exactly where to look.
Breadcrumb trail.
For a particularly motivated Alpha.
Who definitely noticed the display I provided.
The shower turns on with a twist of the handle—water cascading with pressure that suggests modern plumbing rather than the ancient systems that plague older buildings. Temperature adjusts quickly, steam beginning to fill the small space with humid warmth.
Perfect.
Atmospheric.
Exactly the kind of environment that encourages certain activities.
I strip efficiently—leggings peeling away from damp skin, sports bra following, underwear that's definitely soaked through with more than just sweat joining the pile.
Evidence.
Physical evidence of arousal that started during sparring and intensified through subsequent teasing.
He definitely noticed.
Definitely affected.
Definitely on his way.
The water feels incredible against overheated skin—washing away sweat and tension, soothing muscles that are pleasantly sore from exertion. My hands move through hair, working out knots, taking time with a routine that would normally be rushed.
Not rushing.
Deliberately taking my time.
Ensuring optimal opportunity for interruption.
Footsteps echo in the hallway—measured pace that suggests someone who's made a decision, who's committed to a course of action despite knowing it's probably inadvisable.
There he is.
Right on schedule.
Predictable as sunrise.
The locker room door opens without a preliminary knock—a confident entrance that broadcasts intention, that announces arrival without requiring verbal confirmation.
Here we go.
Morning training session about to become infinitely more interesting.
Exactly as planned.
I don't turn around, maintaining position under the shower spray with studied nonchalance despite acute awareness of his presence, despite the body's immediate response to his proximity.
