Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in half blond half black hair. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In half blond half black hair, the shirt drops, and rain-cold skin meets warm palms. She backs against the glass, city lights strobing across her body while her hand disappears between her thighs for half blond half black hair. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in half blond half black hair; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in half blond half black hair is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.