Quotes Scrubs Novels & Stories

He finally relaxed when he realized I wasn’t trying to shove the scrubber up his ass. Slowly, I finished the back of him before I tapped his leg. He turned around and I made my way back up him. Slow, circular motions until I reached his balls and cock. Those I did with my hands, using the soap and making sure I got around the entirety of them. When I was done, he was half-hard but I continued my scrubbing. Going up his abs, scrubbing them thoroughly before moving up.

It was time to put my plan into action, consequences be damned. I reached for my favorite face scrub, the one with abrasive particles that promised to scour away impurities. I squeezed a generous amount onto my fingertips, relishing in the gritty texture as I aggressively scrubbed my skin. Each stroke felt like a symbolic act of erasing Freya's presence from Alpha's life.

"What have we here?" Shaving completely had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now Jackie wondered if she'd broken a rule. She shrugged lightly. "I just thought bare would be fun." She chewed her lower lip, waiting for the verdict. Scott nodded. "It's beautiful." He smoothed his hand in a circular motion across her nether lips and Jackie moaned lightly. "But I happen to like the black curls down there. Remember," he arched an eyebrow, "whose pussy is it?"

I tracked a vibration in the severed limb. "The Scrappers " Vesper muttered. Her grin faded. She adjusted her visor. "The Parliaments clean-up crew. They're not like the Blacksmith. They don't care about honor. They're drones that recover lost data and remove variables. If they clear this arm they clear the anchor. Your doorway. They erase this room." *Thump-thump.* The sound inside the piston casing changed. It was a clatter, like iron crabs on a metal pipe.

When I reached the safety of my bedroom, I wanted to curl up and cry into a deep dark abyss, but my skin was crawling with his touch and scent that I knew wouldn’t be coming off any time soon, even if I scrubbed my skin until it bled, but I welcomed the idea of scrubbing him off me to the point that I bled. I rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, pulled what was left of my clothing off, and jumped in the now steaming shower. As I washed my hair and began scrubbing my body, I couldn’t hold myself together any longer. I let out some of the most pitiful sobs I think I have ever heard escape my lips, continuously scrubbing between my legs and down them. After I was done scrubbing my le

I can't see the phone, so I think it's good. The scrubs are large on me, but that's okay. I don't have a bra on, so a tight shirt would not be ideal. I roll up the bottoms so I don't trip. I turn to the sink and wash my hands and rinse out my mouth. Kennedy sticks his head in. "Estephon wants you out there, now. There's a brush in the right bottom drawer for your hair. Also a toothbrush if you aren't picky that the last girl who used it is dead." The glee he has from telling me this is evident by his smirk.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

She scrubbed ignoring the red scratches she got in the process Adele scrubbed harder, as though she could wash away not just the dirt and sweat but the memory of his touch. Tris' hands, too rough, too strong, too invasive, still haunted her. She could feel them even now, his hands on her, lingering like a ghost on her skin. She scrubbed until her arms stung and fresh scratches marred her already bruised body, but it wasn't enough. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't erase the sensation of him.

Scott and Rayan were made to sit in special chairs with foot baths attached as the full team of professionals got to work. Fresh rose petals were added to the pleasantly warm water, and while their feet soaked, Scott and Rayan were reclined in their chairs. They each got a manicurist to start on their hands, while a masseuse started their facials. Both treatments started with a scrub said to be made of coffee ground s and cocoa nibs, which was supposed to help exfoliate the skin. In Rayan’s opinion, the gritty feeling tickled a little, but since it smelled so good, he was more than willing to put up with it.