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In the Shower
"Cindy, you home?" Jill called out as she pounded on the door. Still, no response.
She debated briefly -- invasion of privacy versus needing to drop off some files that apparently would help Cindy with some research. Curiosity turned out to be the tie-breaker. Jill knew that Cindy kept a spare key under the welcome mat, but hadn't ever actually been inside the reporter's apartment. Whenever they got together, somehow they always ended up at Jill's place.
Jill left the files next to Cindy's laptop with a scribbled note, took a quick, hopefully-not-too-stalker-ish glance around the apartment, and then was about to leave, when a soft sound caught her attention.
Singing, she realized. Someone was singing. Once again, curiosity got the better of her, so Jill wandered down the hallway, in the direction of the sound.
A grin spread across her face, as she figured out why Cindy hadn't answered the door; she was too busy singing in the shower.
Realizing that this was probably a bad idea, but deciding to do it anyway, Jill silently eased the bathroom door open, slipped inside, and boosted herself up onto the bathroom counter.
Clearing her throat, she called out, "I never knew you had a set of pipes, Cindy Lou."
Jill couldn't help but chuckle at the loud squeak of surprise that came from the other side of the shower curtain, as it sounded like Cindy nearly fell, before she righted herself and stuck her head around the curtain, wielding a bottle of shampoo menacingly.
Jill simply smiled and waved hello. "You going to shoot me with shampoo? Very effective, I'm sure."
Cindy appeared to be not quite as amused. "Jill, what the hell?! You scared me half to death!"
"Yeah, sorry about that. Couldn't help myself," the attorney admitted sheepishly.
As Cindy got over her fright, a thoughtful smirk spread across her face.
"Well, now that you're here... You going to join me, or not?"
Jill grinned happily in response, immediately hopping down off the counter and starting to unbutton her shirt.
"I thought you'd never ask."
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