Happy to return to the Plumverse after nearly a decade away. Needed to give this one a proper send off!

Warning - smut

Chapter 26 – The End

The ride home was nearly unbearable. Ranger and I took turns teasing each other allowing the sexual tension to build. I thought I was going to lose my mind. When we reached Rangeman I headed up to the apartment while Ranger stopped on the 5th floor to find Bobby, needing to update him on Lester's medical status. I thought about going with him, but I really needed a shower. I was covered in dead snake cooties. I shuddered just thinking about it.

Before the elevator left the 5th floor Ranger gave me a kiss that took my breath away and a look that nearly set my panties on fire. It also gave me an idea. If it was Bad Stephanie he wanted, it was Bad Steph he'd get. When I reached the apartment I made a quick stop in the closet to peel off my dirty clothes and to grab what I needed before heading to the shower.

The hot water felt fabulous as I washed away the snake cooties and general grunge from Diggory's trailer. I figured Ranger would be joining me shortly so I hurried through all of the basics, shaving, shampooing and of course conditioning my crazy hair. When I finished there was still no Ranger. Thinking about my plans for him had gotten me all hot and bothered. If he didn't get here soon I would have to take care of things myself.

My eyes drifted to his state of the art shower massager. It looked nice, really nice, and a lot nicer than mine. Of course it was nicer than mine. Ranger had the top of the line of everything. I on the other hand reserved my funds for high end shoes, clothes and lingerie. Everything else I just bought the cheapest I could get by with. Of course that didn't always work out for the best. In the last six months alone I'd burned through eight cheapie shower massagers. Of course that was when I was with Joe. Since I'd been with Ranger I hadn't used it once.

Since this was Ranger's shower not only was it oversized with a bench but it also had multiple shower heads. There was one above and several coming from the walls. The massager was a whole separate unit. I picked up the hand held unit, purely for comparison purposes of course. I switched it on and hot water pulsed against my hand. At my apartment if I wanted to make myself all warm and tingly in the right places I had to deal with being cold in most of my other places.

I wondered what it would be like to have warm water hitting lots of different places all at the same time, again only for research purposes, you know compare and contrast. Before I knew what I was doing I turned the shower head towards my body. The pulsating warm water beat in a slow and steady rhythm against my shoulder and collar bone. Seemingly of its own volition my hand moved lower and the water cascaded over my breasts. Groaning at the sensation I let my head drop back. As the water moved lower, beating against my belly I braced one shoulder against the tile wall for support.

Before I knew what I was doing I raised one foot to the bench, opening myself up. The jets were beating against all the right spots, but I needed more. I pushed the button on the massager to increase the intensity and speed. When the sensation hit me I dropped my head against the tile and my eyes closed. I was just about there when I was startled by a rush of cold air and a growl.

My eyes sprang open and I froze. Luckily the blush from embarrassment was hidden by the flush I was already sporting. There stood Ranger in the doorway to the shower, eyes dark, and his body ready, willing and able. The tension in his muscles and the look on his face told me he was barely containing himself.

I figured I could go one of two ways with the situation. I could either be humiliated or I could just go with it. I chose Plan B. Since my crescendo was cut short I needed to regroup. I dropped my foot to the floor and switched off the shower massager.

Keeping my eyes locked with his I moved towards Ranger who thankfully by now had recovered enough to shut the shower door. Standing directly in front of him I put my hands on my hips and admonished him, "You're late."

A look of surprise crossed his face before he countered with a wolf grin, "I see you started without me."

Staying in character I scolded him again, "No, you started it back at the hospital and kept me on edge the whole ride home. I couldn't wait any longer."

Holding up his hands in surrender, "Well don't let me stop you, please continue." He tipped his head towards the place where I'd been standing, his eyes almost begging me to continue, but I had other plans.

I shook my head, "No, now that you're here it's your turn." He let me lead him towards the bench and with a not so gentle push he sat down while I dropped to my knees. He watched me with intensity as I reached for the shower gel. Squeezing out a generous amount I started washing him, very thoroughly. Enjoying himself, he dropped his head back against the wall and his eyes closed. Keeping one hand on his body I reached under the washcloth I'd brought in, ready to put my plan into action.

The metal was warm from the heat of the shower, but the telltale click caused his eyes to fly open. I only had one hand cuffed so I moved quickly onto distraction. Climbing into his lap I straddled him on the bench, careful to press my breasts against his chest as I started to kiss him. In between kisses I whispered, "You said I could have my turn."

While kissing him I'd slipped my hands behind his back and threaded the cuffs through the support bar and clicked it around his other wrist. I'd used the ankle cuffs so he had a little more slack and his arms weren't held at an awkward angle. Pulling back slightly and looking him in the eye I told him, "And I want my turn now."

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Fantasy #4?"

I shook my head no. "That was your fantasy, this is mine." In return I was treated with a grin that made the Big Bad Wolf look like an angel. He relaxed back into the wall, his way of relenting and letting me have my way.

Slowly I slid off his lap and back down to my knees. I spent a good long time making sure I'd rinsed every last bit of shower gel from every crevice of his beautiful body, finally testing my job by making sure I couldn't taste any residue. The whole time Ranger moaned and groaned, trying to be good and not struggle against his bonds. I could tell when he tensed and was getting close, and I pulled back. When I stopped he looked down at me. I told him, "Now it's my turn again." The look on his face could only be described as flabbergasted.

Standing, I leaned over him, giving him a long slow kiss. As I pulled back he followed me and I heard the handcuffs rattle as he was reminded of their presence. I knew I had pushed him to the edge and that if he hadn't been restrained that he would have taken over and had his way with me. Not that I objected, but this was new for me and I wanted to savor the experience.

I was not someone who was often in control of myself, much less anything else in my life. The fact that Ranger, a man who was known for his control, prided himself on it even, was willing to allow me this was a heady feeling.

Backing away from him I reached for the shower massager and flipped it back on. Keeping my eyes locked on his I turned to spray on myself once again. I hid the smile that threatened to escape when I saw him swallow hard. Once again his reaction gave me the courage to continue.

If you had asked me even an hour ago about how I felt about doing this in front of someone else I would have been mortified at the thought, turned pink and told you no way in hell. I couldn't have been more surprised at the feelings that came over me when he found me earlier. It was the look in his eye, like I was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. It made me feel warm and powerful and I liked it.

His eyes dropped away from mine as he tracked the water's progression. He sat riveted as I stood before him. As good as this felt the first time around having his eyes on me ratcheted up the sensations astronomically. Once again I raised my foot to the bench and leaned back into the wall. I must have been delirious because I swear I saw Ranger drooling as he sat transfixed.

I watched his reactions as long as I could before my eyes finally rolled back up into my head. Leaning hard against the wall for support I turned the massager on high, ready to take myself over the top. I could hear a low uneven growl coming from Ranger and I could feel the warm water against my skin, but other than that I was in a state of oblivion.

I was nearly there when my concentration was shattered by a noise. It sounded like scraping metal and the shattering of glass. No, not glass, tile. My eyes snapped open in time to see Ranger sliding his still cuffed hands down the metal rail that now hung awkwardly from the wall. Before I could even blink he had moved behind me and repositioned my body so I was once again facing the bench. Raising his arms high, he brought them down in front of me so I was encircled by his arms and the chain from the cuffs.

He grasped my hips, brushing his body against my backside. With my foot still on the bench he had no problem entering me from behind. I moaned at the sensation. When I moved to brace my hands against the wall I found I was still holding the shower massager limply in my right hand, the spray uselessly hitting the floor. I brought it up to turn it off when Ranger's hand covered my own, directing the spray back on me. Moving our hands closer to where we were joined he began long, slow deliberate thrusts. I kept my free hand braced against the wall, Ranger holding my hip with his. We were both so wound that neither of us lasted long.

His breathing nearly as labored as mine Ranger clicked the shower massager off and took it from me, replacing it on the wall. Bringing his hand back to me he hugged me to him as he nuzzled my neck. As the metal chain brushed against my stomach I remembered he was still cuffed. Briefly I covered his arms with my own as I turned and kissed him before grabbing the cuff key from the soap dish.

Releasing him, I placed the cuffs on the bench before turning to him and sliding my hands up over his broad shoulders as his came to my waist, pulling me into his embrace.

Glancing behind me I took in the damage to the shower and started to laugh, "You're going to have to explain that to Luis."

His chuckle rumbled through his chest, "No I won't. I'll just tell him Bad Stephanie did it."

"You wouldn't!" When he grinned at me I slapped at his chest. "You're the one that wanted her to play." I protested, slightly indignant.

He grabbed my hands and brought them to his lips, kissing my knuckles before answering, "I know and, I love Bad Stephanie. And Good Stephanie, Stubborn Steph, Sexy Steph…"

I interrupted his list, "Stop, you make me sound like I have multiple personalities."

He just laughed and turned it back on me, "Hey, you're the one who started it, Business Ranger, Armani Ranger, Badass Ranger…"

I just laughed at him, he did have a point.

"Hell, I'm going to need all of their help to keep up with you." I just shook my head. He raised his eyebrow, "What? Don't you think I can do it?"

Reaching up and kissing him I answered, "I can't think of a better man."