You keep me Calm, I keep you Crazy (Private, Xald and Bey)

Claire set down her bowl of cereal before standing and stretching. The soft light of the early morning sun made her appear a bit plump, not bulky but thick in the right places. Her breasts were just a bit bigger than Bey's, and she had a full rear. The front of her body, especially her legs and up onto her stomach, was crisscrossed by thin little cuts, some scabbed over and recent, others faint and nearly healed. She took a few steps forward, taking Bey's hand and leading her back down the hall to the bathroom. It wasn't large, but it had a tub/shower combination, and compared to the rest of the house it looked like she cleaned it almost daily. She turned the water on and closed the curtain, waiting a few moments for it to warm up, during which she discreetly, or at least tried to discreetly, run her eyes up and down Bey's body.

Beyril yawned, rubbing her eyes, too sleepy to notice the look. "God, I need a smoke." she murmured, inhaling the steam as she combed her fingers through her hair to try and free the tangles, stepping under the water and letting it plaster red hair all over her face and torso as she sat under the water and let the warmth adjust her aching bones.

Claire slipped in after her, letting the water matte her short her around her head before quickly getting to washing her hair, scrubbing first shampoo into her pink locks and then rinsing it, then doing the same with conditioner, yet leaving that in as she began to run soap up and down her body, taking care to coat herself in suds.

Beyril didn't move, still under the water as the subtle spasming of muscles just beneath the skin tried to mend the pain in her joints and bones. She didn't stand, only sat under the water with her broken body trying to find a way to repair itself.

Claire slowly slid down, sitting in front of her and looking at her with worried eyes. "Bey... Are you alright?" She asked softly, reaching out a hand to gently cup her cheek and get their eyes to meet.

"Just... sore." she mused, eyes tired and weary as she tried to smile back.

Claire, the water having rinsed her mostly clean of suds, leaned forward slowly, giving her a soft, gently, almost loving kiss. "Alright..." She said, though she failed to fully hide the worry in her voice.

"I'm wasting water, huh?" she chuckled, limbs shaking as she tried to pull herself up, "Mind if I borrow shampoo?"

Claire helped her up to her feet then handed her the bottle of shampoo. "Anything in here is yours to borrow..." She said with a polite smile. She pulled away once Beyril was on her feet, watching her like a mother goose would watch one of her young.

Beyril worked the soap through her hair, slight tremors in her muscles still as she worked, silent, rinsing and lathering up her body, careful to avoid the scars on her back.

Claire watched her for a moment longer before slipping out, setting out a pair of towels for Bey before starting to dry herself off. She tried her hair quickly, then went about brushing it. "I'll be in my room..." She said softly, watching Bey's outline through the shower curtain.

Beyril nodded, "Okay. Be out soon." When she finally emerged, her eyes were somewhat red and puffy, like she had wept some, but she moved and acted like nothing had happened.

Claire was sitting on her bed, still naked and looking at two outfits. One was a pair of knee-high shorts that looked like they'd fit snugly, a black shirt with F.O.B. in big white letters, and a thin grey sweater. The other was a primarily white skirt with red flowers, a camisole, and a loose fitting white top, nearly see through. She pursed her lips before flopping back on the bed, looking up at Bey with a small, somewhat concerned smile. "Hey... Why don't you come lay down?"

Beyril took a second, towel drying her hair before she chuckled and plopped on the bed, "Careful, I might fall back asleep on you."

"That's ok... Great thing about Saturdays for me is that nothing is going on..." She said before snuggling up to Beyril. "Just get as comfy as you want... I'll be here if you need me."

She grinned, "I don't wanna overstay my welcome."

Claire giggled softly, taking a sniff of her. 'You're welcome as long as you want." She mumbled, arms wrapping loosely around Bey's waist. "Just don't pop off without saying goodbye... And if you need a smoke, open a window."

Beyril nodded, resting her head on the pillow and watching Claire pick out clothes in silence.

Claire set aside both outfit and dressed herself in a camisole and panties, nothing more, before flopping down beside her. "I'll get groceries tomorrow..." She groaned, rubbing her eyes.

By the time she flopped onto the bed, the redhead had fallen back asleep, damp hair soaking the pillow and clinging to flesh.

When Bey awoke, she was alone in the room, though there were soft sighs and moans coming from the living room. Claire rested on the couch, the porno from earlier in her hands. She paged threw it, rubbing herself through her panties as she did so.

Tired, groggy, and still immeasurably sore, Beyril stumbled to her feet as she wrapped herself in the blanket, wobbling into the living room.

Claire paid her no mind, her back to the hall Bey was coming through. She slowly slid her panties aside and pressed a finger in, her breath hitching as she did so.

Beyril's hair dried extra frizzy from the air, all curls and fuzz, as she cleared her throat from the hall.

Claire froze instantly, finger stilled pressed to the knuckle inside of her. She slowly turned her head, face going beet red as she locked eyes with Bey. "Y-You're... up. Oh God, I'm so sorry! Did I-I wake you!?" She scrambled from her seat, throwing the magazine aside and working to clean herself off, though in the end she forgot to push her panties back.