Oops

You get out and--

Oh, crap! You can't hold it!

You release on the back of her thighs, her calves, her ankles, and her feet.

"Wha... Saffire!!" Blackfire shouts. "What happened?!"

"I couldn't... hold..." You feel so ashamed of yourself.

"Don't worry," she says, sighing in disappointment. "I'll just go clean them off in the kitchen."

Blackfire floats over away, making sure her feet don't touch the wood floor.

She sits on the kitchen counter, and turns on the faucet. The water pressure isn't much, something you'll have to take care of later. She takes her boots off and uses a paper napkin left over from dinner to wipe them off as the water runs over them.

You zip up and make sure the couch and foot rest are neat and in place.

"Are they okay?" you ask, still feeling stupid.

"Yes," she answers. "They'll have to dry over night, though."

She slides down off the counter, and her bare feet touch the wood.

"Ooh! Cold!"

"Here, I'll carry you," you say, walking over to her.

You pick her up in your arms, and take her to your bedroom.

On your way to the bed, she hangs the boots inside the closet.

The two of you get into bed, her on top, wrapped in your arms.

In the quiet of the night, you hear noises from Flashfire's room.