[[Author's Note: I'm extremely sorry about the year long hiatus. I told myself, though, I'd finish the story someday and here I am. I had to reread it to refresh my memory. There were a lot of discontinuities, and looking back my interpretation of troll biology was a little cringe-y to read; I'm going to go back to 'human biology'. I'll write another smut scene to make up for it. AKA this one.]]

The door to the bathroom slowly creaked open. Thin fingers grasped the edge, an a hushed "damn it!" was heard. When the steam continued to pour out from between the cracks, but no female troll emerged, Gamzee stood up and started to slowly walk towards the door. "Yo, mmmmm, Vriska, are you okay in there?"

The female Scorpio plunged her head through the door and looked up at the Capricorn with a slight blush; for a minute, the young boy thought that she may have sat in hot water too long, though his face did not betray his thoughts. His vacant eyes held its gaze in the general direction of the wet haired girl.

"I…. I don't… clothes." The confession came forth softly, and through gritted teeth. It had completely escaped the cocky girl that through all of these shenanigans that she'd need a change of clothes, and now that the sky had turned dark, and things worse than the hall monitors loomed at night, it was too late to return to her hive.

"You don't think I didn't have that covered, did you? I have some t-shirt….," he said. The last syllable hung as Gamzee tried to rack his thinkpan for what he was missing. "And….. A…. ANNNDDDD…. Some motherfuckin' awesome boxers."

Vriska's face contorted. "I'm not going to were your indecent, dirty underwear!" She finally stepped back from the door and pushed it completely open; for a while, the head had been poked through the crack for so long that Gamzee was afraid it was just that: a head and no body. But now he saw the curvy, bare skinned female who shyly cupped her chest, and unsuccessfully crossed her legs in an act of 'decency'.

Gamzee reached forth to play with her wet hair. One hand began to rise towards her face, perhaps inviting Vriska to a warm caress, but quickly redirected its course. The girl, who had expected a romantic cheek-stroking-session – Oh, Pupa Pan, take me away! – suddenly felt cold fingers prod at her chest.

Squish. Squiiiiiish. Gamzee's fingers pressed against her soft mounds, or whatever she could not cover, and began to trace little :O) smile faces into her skin, which flushed light blue to his touch. To his surprise, he could feel his cheeks flush a little as well, but before Vriska could mock him, or worst, throw punches at him, he once again hoisted her up and brought her back into the shower room.

"GAMZEE. MAKAAAAARA. PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANCE. I'M NOT A FUCKING RAG DOLL."

"Hehe, says you, bro."

He wakes briskly over to the large tub, somehow managing to not slip across the wet floor – Geez, Vriska, he muttered a few times – and eased himself back into the water… with the girl still over his shoulder. The warm water felt welcoming to his skin, and would have probably been rather relaxing, had he still not been in his clothes.

"GAAAAAAMZEE-." Before Vriska could finish elongating the last syllable to emphasize her displeasure, Gamzee released his grip, and she tumbled violently into the water. Waves of soap splashed over the edge, on the wall, and finally all over Gamzee's face. His make-up began to melt; streaks of white, and the occasional blah, ran down his face. First, slowly, but as the drops gathered, his glowing gray skin began to peek through some spots.

Vriska, who had already emerged from the tidal carnage, had begun berating Gamzee about how "she had to dry herself off again, and a woman as delicate as her shouldn't have to do this to her perfect skin". While she continued an angry tirade, he slowly peeled off his clothes and threw them onto the floor.

A large crack echoed outside the hive. The girl stopped her shouting, and her ears ached intently on discerning the location of the noise. Her eyes, which had been framed by crossed brows, suddenly soften as she pressed her ear against the wall.

"Don't woooooorry about it, Vriskaaaa. It's just construction on that egg-thing. Egg. Ship. Egg-ship?" Gamzee grasped words that he hoped to describe that vessel at the dock, but what he really wanted to say now was "damnation" because, damn-it, it was now slowly counting down time he had left with this naked girl in front of him.

"Hey Vris, take this."

"What is it?"

"Shampoo."

She already knew what he wanted. A pout appeared on her face, but it was nothing but playful. Gamzee turned around and leaned against the girl's bare torso, careful not to impale her with his horns. Vriska lathered the shampoo in her hands, until a thin layer of bubbles began to ooze off the sides; slowly, she massaged in the creamy concoction, and noted that it smelled….. good. In the most unspecific sense, it smelled 'gooooood'.

"Hey, Gamzee," she said as she worked her fingers around his horns, "so you told me you were afraid of water when you carried me."

"No, you crazy lunatic. I'm afraid of swimming and drowning. Do you see me motherfucking thrashing against you right now?" In return for his sassy retort, she slapped the side of his head and continued.

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT, DUMBASS!"

She guided him back into the water by tugging him lightly back by his horns. Gamzee knew his face would soon be submerged in water, and hesitated, but Vriska let his head lay on her torso as she washed the shampoo out. "Don't worry. I won't tell… I won't tell."

She was mesmerized by the handsome troll that had materialized before her. Not that the sexiest troll in the school hadn't just pailed with a handsome troll – because I deserve no less, she thought to herself – but because the sincere and serene look that appeared on Gamzee's face gave her an almost protective instinct over her matespr-allegi-mesis. She kneaded a thumb slowly across his cheek. Then his nose, and she gave that a little squeeze just to mess with him, and his forehead. His neck. His eyes. The make-up rained down into the water, creating a murky pool of swirled colours.

Beneath her hands now cupped a beautiful face. It gave her both butterflies, and at the same time, a kick to the stomach. This beautiful…. thing…. was all hers, at least for now, but for how much longer? She looked down at his closed eyes, and kissed them gently. Her hand extended forward to brush off some make-up residue off his chest, and her fingers began to mindlessly massage his shoulders.

"Gamzee, I'm going to miss…. you." Shit, my voice choked. "S-so you better be fucking proud you're so fucking special."

The boy didn't respond, but instead rolled off Vriska and pulled her a little lower so they laid side to side, facing each other in the water. "Don't say ho-" "Honk." "Gamzeeee….."

No more movements broke the surface of the water, except for the occasional rise-and-fall of their chests. The water had begun to turn into room temperature. Achoo. Gamzee's feet grabbed the plug and pulled; the water drained at lightning speed, and soon both were sitting naked in a tub. He reached over and turned on the shower. Initially cold, the water made the girl tense up and claw Gamzee's shoulders. He raised himself on all fours and hovered over his mate, temporarily blocking the cold water.

She looked up at him with expectant eyes. They were wide, framed by thick lashes. Her eyebrows didn't quite match, and her lips were slightly parted, showing a pair of sharp, potentially dangerous fangs, but she looked perfect to Gamzee. He leaned down when the water began to warm up, and kissed her slowly on the lips. His tongue outlined the bottom of her lower lip, before taking it into his mouth for a gentle suckle. She kissed him back, pulling on his horns like reins.

The tub suddenly felt too small for the both of them. Vriska readjusted until her legs wrapped around his waist. The gentle suckling turned into a light biting. Vriska nibbled on Gamzee's lower lips, and tugged a little. This was her signal.

Gamzee's hand traced circle across her skin. The back of his hand brushed her neck softly, shoving wet hair and water droplets off of her smooth, exposed beauty. He crawled down and bit her shoulders, as his hands explored downward and cupped her petite breasts. It earned him a glorious moan – music to his ears.

Though his erection, now full mast, pressed against the girl, she did not give a sound of protest. Instead, she squirmed beneath his touch. A gentle squeeze of her breasts, a mischievous twist of her peaks. Though her horns prevented her from throwing her head completely back, she arched into his body, pressing her torso against his. She felt him, and she grinded slowly to match his pace.

He smirked, and let his hands trace her curves and shape before stopping at her inner thighs.

"You should consider yourself lucky, Makara."

"I could say the same to you, Serket."

They stared intently at each other; the water had now completely drained, and they laid bare in an empty, cold, small tub. The Capricorn hoisted up the girl, and laid her gently on the water-covered bathroom floor. It was cold, if not colder than the water that was in the tub, but they paid no mind. The girl pulled her knees close to her chest, exposing herself for her mate.

A seductive grin crossed her face. Gamzee, whose hair now covered his make-up-less face, leaned down and spread her wide. She bit her lip in anticipation; she was now dripping, anxious for her partner to play with her.

Gamzee kiss her slim thighs. Then her knees. And back. He kissed her flower – even suckled on that, too – which threw Vriska into a fit of ecstasy. She squirmed beneath him, which only encouraged him to go slower. Hovering over her, Gamzee tilted her head back and bit her neck again. This time, he pressed his entire body against the beautiful form below him, melting himself against her arches and mounds. Vriska could feel him poking at her entrance.

When she could no longer take the sensory overload, her hand reached down and began to lightly massage herself. Before a moan could even escape, Gamzee grabbed both her hands and pinned them near her head. "My job."

She grunted. "Then do your job!"

"All you had to do was ask."

"Fuck you, Makara."

"Gladly."

His pressed his lips against her again; their tongues battled sloppily. Noisily. His left hand continued to massage her chests, as his other, which had let go of her wrists, snaked downward between their bodies. He spread her folders, and drew light circles against her pulsing core. Between the kisses, Vriska gasped; her lustful smile revealed her fangs, which Gamzee continued to explore. "All….. you have to…. to do is…. ask," he whispered between bites and nibbles.

Vriska's face glowed cobalt. This motherfucker was going to make her beg? She remained silent, though in retaliation for such an embarrassing demand, she bit his neck harder, leaving little purple marks along his spotless skin.

He eventually surrendered, and plunged his finger deep inside her, pressing upward against her walls. Vriska was wet, extremely wet, and Gamzee glided seamlessly in and out of her. She cried with every thrust, and cried louder as he added a digit. Without Gamzee's aid, she had now completely spread herself wide; her thighs were up and apart, her calves wrapped around his back to pull him in.

The sound of him pushing in and out of her drove her wild. Her body rocked along with his pace, and she quickened herself to urge Gamzee to go faster. He smirked, and eventually pulled out his fingers, placing them inside him mouth and licking them clean.

FUCK, GAMZEE. Vriska's body burned and ached for him. She could still feel his throbbing erection against her thigh. It occasionally twitched, and she knew full well he was teasing her as much as he was teasing himself with this wait. Without a word, Vriska reached down and began to stroke his length.

First slowly; her thumb pressed lightly against his tip while her other fingers masterfully stroked his member. He shook violently at her touch, letting his built up frustration flood out in wave after wave of moans.

"All you have to do is ask for it," taunted Vriska.

Gamzee clenched his teeth and moaned. If it was an attempt at anything resembling a plea, Vriska would not accept it. She wrapped her entire hand around him now, and pumped slowly. It was almost torture to Gamzee, and in a fit, he clamped down his mouth against her collarbone. Vriska yelped, and hissed gleefully. Finally, her mate was melting under her touch.

She pulled her hand away and grinded against his torso. Fuck teasing. Fuck pacing. Fuck 'going slow'. Gamzee, who was usually calm, had let his thoughts race at dangerous speeds; he positioned himself on top of the girl and plunged into her. He let out a cry as he sunk in, joined by the girl as she, too, moaned softly.

Her eyes rolled back. One of her fangs dug into her as she half smiled, half tugged on her lips. He pulled out, and drove back into her. Again. And again. Each time, the sound of skin against skin bounced off the walls. The sounds drove Vriska mad, and she clung onto him as he continued to pound her relentlessly. Now that she was completely wrapped around him, he picked her up and threw her onto a counter, never breaking his rhythm. A hand flew down and pushed everything off the surface, and he laid her softly onto the raised platform.

She curled into him, head rested into the nook of his neck. Beads of water ran down Gamzee's back, which Vriska clawed at. Streaks of purple began to contrast against his grey skin, and with each thrust, Vriska pressed harder into her lover.

Gamzee, too, returned the favour. Vriska's neck was now a collage – or more appropriately, a battlefield – of bite marks and hickies. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled back gently to expose her neck for more attacks. Vriska rubbed his horns slowly.

He thrusted.

She screamed.

He pulled her closer.

She tightened.

He quickened.

She gasped.

He climaxed.

She fell on top of him.

The couple remained on the counter, gasping for air. The steam in the room was completely gone. All that was left was a colourful scene of blue and purple, and the sound of heavy breaths echoing in the room.