The uncoiling made her gasp, her hands pushing her  body up in an attempt to relieve the deepening water from around her ears. Her naked chest rose and fell heavily as she gobbled up the air and only once she was beginning to regain her startled mind did she feel his cool fingers wrap lovingly around her neck. The water came up past her ears, tickling at the insides before her face submerged. A nose full of water fell streamed down her throat as she tried to make that last breath of air but found only water instead. She struggled, bubbles coming out of her nose as her lungs emptied the air they had stored. Her hands went to his wrists, finger nails clawing at his flesh, even nicking at his skin to draw a thin cut. Her body struggled, water coating the walls and floor of bathroom in her fight. His own pants grew stained with the cold liquid she flung out of the tub.<br/><br/>Teija looked up at him, eyes wide and glossed over by water. Her lungs began to burn as if a fire raged within her body, they cried for air. Everything was silent, it was almost calming. The cold water bit at her skin, keeping her mind sharp. She could see his arm dipping down on the other side of the tub, knowing what he was probably doing to himself. He had the look of lust in his eyes and knew he was getting off on seeing her drown. Her body ceased struggling, calming as red dots prickled at her vision. Her fingers held his wrist but no longer cut him, it was like she was holding his hand to her neck.<br/><br/>His finger to his lips had her confused on what he wanted, what he was trying to get across but the release on her neck had her flinging up from the water with a long gasp of water. Liquid drippled down her mouth as she drew a hand over her face, wiping the water from her eyes. Black hair clung to her neck and shoulders, the tie barely attached holding on anymore. Still breathing heavy she looked up at him from the tub, the water draining with fervor now that her hair was freed. Teija nodded but didn’t say anything and looked down at her cold naked body. Her body hair stood on end with goosebumps littering her skin. She didn’t watch him leave and instead sat in the tub for several seconds after the door was shut. Her head raged with the lack of alcohol and air, making her feel slightly dizzy as she stood up. Her numbed fingers grabbed the towel off the rack and wrapped it around her bed. Still wet but uncaring she left the bathroom to pad towards their bedroom.<br/><br/>Neda stopped in her tracks when she heard footsteps coming towards her. She looked up at her brother and smiled, allowing him to turn her from the door. She wrapped her arms around him, her belly keeping his body at a distance but she kissed his cheek all the same. The girl let him lead her to the couch, her body aching to sit and get off her feet. She glanced back at the door, still hearing the pounding coming from the other side. “Who is in there?” She wondered if he had taken one of the boys for their coming of age ceremony and a particularly difficult girl was being allowed to cry it out. She had never been involved in such a ritual, having been born in the commune herself. A part of her was jealous of those girls, of Teija. They had been specifically chosen out of millions of girls. She had not.<br/><br/>Neda sat down on the couch with a sigh of relief, her feet stretching out before her swollen belly. “Like I was gonna listen to that.” She smiled at him, innocent in her disobedience. Neda looked around the tattered living room with obvious dislike. She was never one to hide her emotions or thoughts. Her gaze came around to him when he spoke. “Oh I’m good.” Her hand gingerly stroked her swollen belly with the love of any soon to be mother. “She is good.” Neda had no idea what gender the baby would be, the commune didn’t have that kind of technology nor were the women allowed to leave for prenatal care but she had a good feeling. She wanted to raise a daughter, to braid her hair and put her in cute little dresses. She would be the perfect mother to a girl. Neda’s eyes followed down his bare chest to his wet pants then back up at his face. “Did I interrupt you with something?” She asked, all innocence in her voice. Her mind wandered back to the door. “And who is down there?” Her free hand gestured towards the door down the hall.<br/><br/>Teija got to the bedroom and dropped the towel, the streams of light flitering through thin curtains licked at her damp body. The girl went to their closet and looked at the few items that had remained hung, everything else laid about on the floor. A black bra was picked up and hooked around her breasts, keeping them firmly in place. She picked up a plain grey long sleeved shirt from the floor and sniffed it. It smelled fine. She pulled it over her head, the fabric tight around her torso. The neckline went down to her cleavage but nothing indecent. She grabbed a pair of rumpled jeans and pulled them onto her body, forgoing panties. The buttons and zipper were done up after several attempts. The tie from her hair was pulled with a few long strands of black hair sticking out of it. They were plucked from the band before she just dropped the tie on the ground, letting it get lost among her other possessions. From the bedroom she could hear Neda’s squeaky voice, making her teeth clench. Leave it up to her to have the most annoying voice. Teija went back to the bathroom and opened the cabinet, not caring about the water on the floor. She grabbed her black eyeliner and streaked it around her eyes before she ran a brush through her knotted locks. Finally, Teija made herself known and came to the living room. She almost looked normal, save for the wrinkles in her shirt and the obvious haste in putting on her make up.<br/><br/>“Teija!” Neda waved at the girl and got a smile in return. “Come sit.” The blonde invited, patting beside her. Teija looked at Marlon for a long second before she shook her head. “Nah, going out. I need to pick up some groceries if I’m going to make dinner tonight.” Teija looked at Marlon with a silent gaze that she expected him to feed her with something other than food. “I need money.” She went to Marlon with her hand held out. “Have to make a special dinner to celebrate my husbands return.” Neda beamed and looked at either of them. “What are you going to make.” The sister asked, eyes watching the two. Teija leaned down to Marlon, her hand running through his hair in a loving manner. “His favorite.” Lips pressed lightly to his cheek. Teija couldn’t cook, she had never once cooked him a meal and both husband and wife knew that.