Shower of Vengeance: When Felicity Wets Hendgin's Whistle (In this story, Felicity is the quiet, studious type who has been bullied by Hendgin, the college's resident troublemaker. After a series of playful insults and banter, the two end up having a steamy encounter in the college shower, where Felicity takes control and shows Hendgin that she's not as weak as he thinks.)

Felicity sighed with relief as she pushed open the door to the college dorm shower room, eager to wash away the stress of a long day of classes. She had never been one for socializing, preferring the quiet solitude of her own company, and the shower room was usually empty this time of day.

But as she stepped inside, her shoulders tensed. Hendrix, the notorious troublemaker of the dorm, was lounging against the tile wall, a sneer on his face as he watched her. Felicity rolled her eyes, used to his childish behavior. She had long since stopped letting it get to her.

Without a word, she began to undress, ignoring Hendrix's gaze. But as she reached for the hem of her shirt, she caught him staring at her toned stomach. A flicker of amusement crossed her face as she raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see, Hendrix?" she taunted.

Hendrix was caught off guard, his usual insults stuck in his throat. He couldn't help but stare at Felicity's toned body, the curves and lines of her muscles on display. He had never really looked at her before, always writing her off as just another quiet, introverted student. But now, he couldn't tear his gaze away.

Felicity smirked, enjoying the rare moment of silence from Hendrix. "Of course you did," she said. "You always have something to say about me."

Hendrix felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck. He had been caught staring, and he didn't know how to react. But a spark of intrigue lit in his eyes as he decided to test Felicity's limits. He stripped down, joining her in the shower.

Felicity was taken aback, her heart beating faster than she wanted to admit. She tried to keep her cool, crossing her arms over her chest. "What are you doing, Hendrix?" she asked, her voice steady.

Hendrix grinned, his usual mischief returning. "I'm just taking a shower," he said. "Or did you want me to leave?"

Felicity tried not to show her interest, but she couldn't help the way her eyes trailed over Hendrix's muscled chest. "I don't care what you do," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hendrix moved closer, his body just inches from Felicity's. "Liar," he whispered in her ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Felicity couldn't resist the heat building between them any longer. She kissed Hendrix deeply, surprising both of them. Hendrix wrapped his arms around Felicity, pulling her closer.

But Felicity wasn't one to be dominated. She pushed Hendrix against the shower wall, proving that even the quiet ones could be the most dominant. Hendrix let out a surprised grunt, but he didn't resist. He knew when he was outmatched.

As the water rained down on them, Felicity and Hendrix explored each other's bodies, their hands roaming and caressing. They had never expected this, but they couldn't deny the chemistry between them.

And as they kissed and touched, Felicity realized that Hendrix wasn't just a troublemaker. He was complex and layered, just like her. And maybe, just maybe, they could be more than just college dorm enemies.