The studio was quiet. Just the sound of deep breaths, the soft ripple of meditative music, and the occasional creak of wood beneath the yoga mats. The morning sun spilled golden through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm lines across the sweat-glistened skin of Caleb's back.

Lena was already behind him, kneeling close, adjusting his hips with both hands.

"Drop into the pose," she whispered, voice like silk. "Let gravity pull you open."

Caleb exhaled slow. His thick thighs shifted deeper into the pigeon stretch, groin pressed low toward the mat. His muscles flexed. His breath stuttered. Lena's hand stayed on his ass-just for a second too long.

He didn't flinch.

She bit her lip, eyes dragging down the trail of ink along his spine, watching the fabric of his gym shorts strain against his thighs.

"Is this okay?" she asked softly, hands gliding from his hips to his thighs. "I want to adjust your internal rotation."

"Yeah," Caleb said, voice deep and rough. "Touch anywhere you want."

Dangerous words.

Lena let her palms slide up the thick meat of his inner thighs, thumbs tracing dangerously close to the bulge between his legs. He didn't move. Didn't twitch. But she saw the way his fingers curled tighter into the mat.

"You're holding tension," she said, eyes locked on the thick shape pushing against his shorts. "Right here."

He turned his head slightly, looking at her with half-lidded eyes.

"Maybe you should help me release it."

Her breath caught. The air between them snapped taut.

She stepped over him, straddling his back, her pussy now hovering just inches from his spine. She leaned forward, letting her breasts brush his back as she whispered, "Flip over."

Caleb obeyed.

Now he lay on his back, muscles stretched, breathing slow, eyes devouring her as she dropped to her knees beside his hips. Her hands ran over his abs-slow, steady-then lower.

"You said I could touch anywhere," she murmured.

"I fucking meant it."

She swung one leg over him, straddling his thigh. Her soaked yoga shorts rubbed directly against the flexed muscle of his leg, and she let herself grind-just a little. Her head tilted back. Her lips parted.

"Fuck-Lena..."

She guided his hands to her waist. "Hold me still."

He gripped her tight.

Then she started moving.

Slow, wet circles of her pussy dragging over the thick muscle of his thigh. Her shorts were useless now-just a barrier soaking up her slick as she rocked herself into heat and madness.

"God, you feel good," she whispered. "Hard fucking thigh between my legs-shit-I could come like this..."

"Do it," he growled. "Soak me. Use me. Fucking grind on me until you fall apart."

She moaned, deeper now, bouncing slightly, hips working in frantic pulses as she chased the edge.

Her clit was throbbing.

The friction was perfect.

Her pussy clenched, thighs trembling, hands on his chest as she fucked herself against him, hard and filthy.

"Don't stop," Caleb whispered, voice strained. "Fuck that pretty pussy on my leg. I want you to come on me."

"I'm gonna-I'm gonna fucking come-don't let go-fuck-"

She broke.

Her orgasm hit in a wave, sharp and hot and shuddering. Her thighs clamped around his, body trembling, cunt pulsing through layers of soaked fabric as she moaned into his neck-loud, open, raw.

He held her tight as she collapsed against him, chest rising and falling.

She smiled into his shoulder, still twitching.

"I told you," she whispered, breathless. "It's all about tension. And release."

Lena was still catching her breath, hips twitching in aftershocks, when she looked down at Caleb-still lying beneath her, still rock-hard, his thigh slick from her orgasm.

He stared at her with a look that wasn't just hunger-it was devotion.

And she wanted more.

"Lie back," she said, voice low and full of heat.

He didn't hesitate.

Flat on his back, arms at his sides, cock straining against his shorts, chest heaving-Caleb was the image of obedience.

Lena stood over him, peeled off her soaked yoga shorts and panties in one smooth motion, her bare pussy glistening in the morning light. Then she dropped her knees to either side of his head, her thighs firm around his ears, cunt hovering inches above his face.

"Open your mouth," she whispered.

Caleb moaned-moaned-like a man starved.

She lowered herself slowly, her pussy brushing his lips, and the moment he tasted her again, he grabbed her ass and pulled her down.

His tongue was already moving-slow, steady licks that started from her entrance and dragged all the way up to her clit, over and over, worshiping every inch.

Lena gasped, hands flying to his hair, grinding against his face.

"Fuck, Caleb-yes-just like that-"

His beard scratched perfectly against her thighs, soaked with her slick as he devoured her-tongue curling, flicking, thrusting. He alternated between deep, slow tongue-fucks and tight, aggressive circles around her clit.

She rolled her hips, riding his mouth like a throne.

"You hungry for it?" she panted. "You want to drown in this pussy, baby?"

He groaned, sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking it hard.

She screamed.

Her thighs trembled around his head as she grabbed the mirror behind her for balance, looking down to see his eyes locked on hers-dark, intense, loving it.

He didn't stop.

He didn't want to stop.

"You don't get to breathe," she gasped, gripping the back of his head. "Not until I come on your fucking face."

Caleb moaned again, tongue thrashing, licking deeper, faster, relentless.

The tension built fast-too fast.

Her clit was throbbing, nerves on fire, every lick a bolt of pleasure shooting through her spine. Her hips bucked, her breath hitched.

"I'm gonna fucking come-I'm-Caleb-*don't you stop-fuck-"

Her orgasm crashed through her like thunder.

She clenched around nothing, thighs clamping around his head, soaking his face in wave after wave of pussy-slick as she cried out, loud and wild, hips jerking, vision flashing white.

Still, he didn't stop.

His tongue kept moving, licking through her orgasm until she collapsed forward, moaning into his chest, twitching, ruined.

"God," she gasped. "You're insane."

He looked up, lips wet, chin dripping.

"I could die here," he said. "Right between your thighs."

She smiled.

"Not yet. We're not done."

The yoga mat was damp beneath Lena's palms. Her breath came in ragged, shallow pulls. Her thighs were still trembling from Caleb's mouth.

But when she looked back and saw him kneeling-shirtless, his abs flexed, cock freed from his shorts and thick as hell, his hand gripping the base as it twitched with need-something primal lit inside her.

"Face down," he growled. "Ass up."

She smirked, turned slowly, and slid into a deep downward dog.

Back arched. Palms flat. Legs parted just wide enough to give him the view.

Caleb stood behind her, hand gliding along the curve of her ass. "You know what this looks like?"

She wiggled her hips. "Like an invitation."

He stepped in.

His cock dragged between her slick folds, teasing her entrance. She was dripping-pussy swollen and open, begging for him.

Then he thrust in.

Hard.

"FUCK-" she cried, head snapping up, arms straining to hold the pose as he filled her in one brutal stroke.

He grabbed her hips, slamming into her with rough, rhythmic thrusts-deep enough she could feel him in her gut, her tits swinging wildly beneath her.

The sound of wet skin slapping skin echoed through the studio.

"Goddamn," Caleb grunted. "This pussy's so fucking tight. You were made for this."

Lena moaned, breath catching. "Harder-fuck me harder-I want it rough-"

He gave it to her.

He pounded into her, grip bruising her hips, balls smacking her clit with every thrust. She was soaking the mat beneath her, her arms quaking as the position pushed her to her limit.

"Hold that pose," he ordered. "You move, I stop."

"Don't stop," she begged.

He bent low, hand sliding up her spine until he gripped the back of her neck, pinning her down. "Say it," he hissed in her ear. "Say what this is."

"F-fucking-hard-I'm your wet little yoga slut-"

"Damn right you are."

He drove into her harder, faster, deeper.

The mat creaked beneath them. Sweat dripped down his chest onto her back. Her breath hitched with every slap of his hips.

Then his fingers found her clit.

One hard circle. Two.

"I'm gonna-oh fuck, Caleb, I'm gonna come-"

"Do it. Come on my cock. Soak it. Let that pretty pussy cream all over me."

She screamed, body locking up mid-pose, her orgasm ripping through her like fire. She collapsed to her elbows, cunt pulsing, gushing around him.

Caleb wasn't done.

He kept fucking her through it-growling, grunting-until with one final, savage thrust, he came hard, spilling inside her with a moan that echoed through the studio.

They collapsed together, tangled, shaking, panting on the floor.

Sweat. Cum. Steam.

No words.

Just breath and bliss.

After a long pause, Lena turned her head.

"That wasn't technically on the schedule," she said, smirking.

Caleb laughed. "Add it as a morning essential."

The city lights blurred outside the window, rain tapping gently against the glass. Lila slid into the backseat of the dark sedan, the soft scent of leather and pine already making her thighs press together.

"Lila?" the driver asked without looking, voice low and smooth.

"That's me."

He glanced at her in the mirror.

His eyes were dark. Intense. Curious.

She settled into the seat, crossing her legs slowly. Her skirt slid just enough for him to see skin.

He didn't say anything.

But he didn't look away.

The car rolled forward. Jazz played low through the speakers. Lila watched him drive-hands large and steady on the wheel, veins along his forearms standing out. Tattoos peeked from beneath the sleeves of his black hoodie.

He looked like the kind of man who could be quiet and filthy at the same time.

She bit her lip.

Ten minutes passed in near silence. Just the soft thrum of tires on wet asphalt, and the electricity of what-if thickening between them.

She leaned forward slightly, eyes on the mirror. "You drive nights only?"

His mouth curled just slightly at one corner. "Yeah. Fewer people. Better stories."

"Oh? Got any good ones?"

He glanced at her again-this time slower. "Not yet. But I'm hoping tonight changes that."

The tension hit hard. Her breath caught. She held his gaze in the mirror a second longer than she should have.

His right hand slid off the wheel-slowly, carefully-and reached between the front seats, palm up, casual.

An invitation.

Her pulse pounded.

She placed her hand in his.

He didn't squeeze. Just held it. His thumb stroked slow circles over her palm.

The car stopped at a red light. He looked at her again, jaw tight. "Where you staying?"

She told him.

His thumb paused. "Nice place. Big bed?"

"Want to see for yourself?"

That was it.

No more silence.

He pulled up to the curb of the hotel. Left the car running.

When she stepped out, he got out too.

No words.

Just footsteps on marble tile and the ding of the elevator. Lila hit the button for her floor. The doors closed. They were alone.

Then his hand was on her waist.

She gasped as he pressed her against the wall, one arm braced beside her head, the other already sliding up her thigh beneath her skirt.

"Cam," he said softly. "In case you scream my name in the next sixty seconds."

His fingers found her panties-already soaked. He pushed them aside and sank two fingers inside her without waiting.

"Fuck-" she hissed, clutching his arm, eyes wide. "Holy-"

His fingers curled deep, fucking her with slow, purposeful strokes. His thumb rubbed her clit in tight, dirty circles. The elevator kept climbing.

She rocked against his hand, breath coming in gasps, moaning softly into his shoulder.

"You were wet in the car," he murmured. "Weren't you?"

"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes-since you looked at me like that-"

He fucked her deeper. Rougher. The wet sound of his fingers inside her filled the tiny elevator.

"You gonna come for me?" he whispered, lips at her ear. "Right here? Soak my hand before we hit your floor?"

"Caleb-Cam-fuck-I'm-"

She came with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching around his fingers, thighs trembling, breath breaking into little gasps as her orgasm crashed over her.

He didn't stop until she was sagging against him, lips parted, heart pounding.

The elevator dinged.

Her floor.

He slipped his fingers out, sucked them into his mouth, and looked her in the eye.

"You taste better than I imagined."

She grabbed his hoodie, pulled him out into the hallway.

"Bed. Now."

The hotel room door barely shut before Cam had her against the wall again, his hands on her hips, her breath still unsteady from coming in the elevator.

But this time, she pushed him back.

"On the bed," she said, voice dark and breathy.

He smirked. "Yes, ma'am."

She didn't undress all at once. No-that wasn't Lila's way.

She peeled off her blazer first, slow, deliberate, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. Her heels clicked as she walked to him, standing between his knees at the edge of the bed.

Cam looked up at her like a man at mass.

Next, her blouse-unbuttoned slowly, revealing smooth skin, the swell of her breasts under black lace. His eyes never left her hands.

Then the skirt.

Unzipped, dropped, stepping out of it as if she was walking into temptation itself.

She stood before him in nothing but her bra, panties, and heels.

He reached for her.

"No," she whispered. "You don't touch yet."

She pulled the bra off next, letting it slide from her arms and drop to the floor. Then she stepped forward, straddling his lap for one breathless moment-her breasts brushing his mouth.

He groaned, but she moved past him, laying herself back on the bed, spreading her thighs slowly, panties still on but soaked through.

Cam crawled between them, eyes wild, breath shallow.

"You're perfect," he muttered. "Fucking unreal."

Then he pressed his face to her.

Licked the soaked fabric once. Twice. Then slid her panties to the side and dove in.

His first lick was slow.

Long. Deep. From the bottom of her slit all the way to the top of her clit, tongue flat, moaning into her like he wanted to drown.

"Fuuuuck," Lila breathed, hips already arching.

He did it again. And again. Then faster.

Then he pulled her panties down and tossed them aside like they offended him.

His mouth returned with fury.

Tongue swirling, lips sucking, fingers digging into her thighs to pull her apart. His beard scratched deliciously against her inner thighs as he buried his face deeper.

"Holy fuck-Cam-don't stop-don't you dare-"

"I'm not going anywhere," he growled into her pussy. "You're gonna ride this face like it's the last cock on earth."

She moaned loudly, hips rolling, grinding her clit against his tongue. He let her. Hell, he helped her-hands sliding down to her ass, guiding her, pulling her harder onto his mouth.

"You taste like sin," he groaned. "Filthy little thing, already coming on my tongue."

"Not yet," she gasped. "But I'm-fuck-I'm close-"

He pushed two fingers into her while his tongue kept flicking. She bucked.

"Oh my God, Cam-right there-right fucking-"

He sucked her clit, hard, while curling his fingers up and in.

Her body snapped.

She came with a loud, broken moan, thighs clamping around his head, hands in his hair, body jerking against his mouth.

He didn't stop.

Not until she was whimpering from the overstimulation, hips twitching, throat dry from moaning.

She finally sagged onto the bed, gasping, trembling, sweat-slicked and ruined.

Cam sat up slowly, his beard glistening, lips wet, eyes dark.

"You ride my face like that again," he said, "and I'll be addicted for life."

She pulled him down into a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.

"You haven't even fucked me yet."

"Baby," he whispered, voice like gravel and sex, "that's next."

Lila was still shaking when Cam pulled her back up against his chest. Her breath was ragged, lips swollen, hair wild. But when she looked at him-face slick with her, cock throbbing hard between them-she knew she wasn't done.

He slid a hand up her back. The other went to her breast.

"No more teasing," she panted. "I want you inside me."

Cam didn't say a word.

Instead, he lowered her to the bed, hovered over her, and finally touched her breasts like he owned them.

His mouth closed around her left nipple-hot, wet, hungry.

She moaned, arching up into him as his tongue flicked and sucked, slow at first, then with greedy little pulls that made her writhe.

He moved to the other breast, sucking it deeper, his hand pinching the one he'd just left.

"Fucking perfect," he whispered. "Soft. Fuckable. You've had these hidden under your blouse for hours?"

"Wanted your mouth on them since the second you said my name," she breathed.

He groaned, dragging his tongue down her belly, kissing his way to her hips.

Then he flipped her.

Face-down. Ass up. Just like she wanted.

Lila moaned as her thighs parted, her cheek pressed into the cool hotel sheets, her pussy exposed and dripping.

Cam knelt behind her, running his cock through her folds, smearing precum along her slit.

"You needed this cock all night, didn't you?" he growled, hand on her hip.

"Yes-yes, fuck me already-"

He shoved inside.

One deep, brutal thrust.

Lila screamed into the mattress, her body jerking forward from the force of it.

He held her in place and drove in again-slow but punishing-his thick cock stretching her wide, bottoming out with every thrust.

"Goddamn," Cam groaned. "Tight little pussy. So wet. You hear that?"

Loud, wet, obscene sounds echoed through the room as his hips slapped her ass.

"You're fucking soaking me."

"Don't stop," she moaned. "Please, Cam-fuck me harder-don't stop-"

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head, fucking her deeper, harder, faster. His chest pressed to her back, his mouth against her ear.

"You like this?" he growled. "Being my good little fucktoy? Getting your slutty cunt pounded just how you begged for it?"

"Yes-yes-fuck, yes-"

His balls slapped her clit with every thrust. She was gasping, sweat pouring down her spine, her pussy clenching hard around him with every stroke.

"I'm gonna come," she choked out. "You're gonna make me-oh my God-I'm gonna come-"

"Do it," he whispered. "Cream on my cock. Show me how bad you needed it."

She shattered.

Her whole body seized up, pussy pulsing, gushing, her moan loud and raw and full of bliss as she came all over his cock.

Cam didn't last another thrust.

He growled her name, drove into her one last time, and spilled inside her with a grunt, cock twitching, filling her with thick, hot cum.

They collapsed together, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, breathless and broken in the best way.

After a long silence, Lila smirked into the pillow.

"So... quiet ride, huh?"

Cam chuckled against her back. "Not anymore."

The bathwater steamed as it filled the oversized tub, a lazy swirl of lavender bubbles curling across the surface. Dim light glowed from the vanity. One candle. Nina had lit it without thinking-an old habit from when she used to draw baths just for herself.

Tonight, it wasn't just hers.

Behind her, Malcolm undressed quietly, the soft rustle of clothing replaced by the subtle creak of his knees as he stepped into the water.

She didn't turn around.

She didn't have to.

He settled in behind her, the water rising as his strong frame submerged. Then his thighs spread, and she slid between them, back to his chest.

He didn't say a word.

Just the sound of steam and breath, and the rhythmic drip of a faucet that needed fixing.

Nina leaned back until her head rested on his shoulder.

He exhaled slowly, the warmth of it brushing her neck. His arms didn't wrap around her. Not yet. But his presence was solid. Familiar. And tonight... electric.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, lips near her ear.

She nodded, swallowing. "Yeah. Just... tired."

His hand came up then-slow, gentle-brushing wet curls from her shoulder.

"I've missed touching you," he said.

Her chest clenched. The ache between her legs had nothing to do with sex at first-it was longing. But that changed the moment his hand moved lower, skimming across her collarbone, sliding beneath the surface of the water.

His fingers traced the top swell of her breast.

She didn't stop him.

His palm cupped her gently beneath the bubbles. Then firmer. His thumb brushed her nipple-once, then again-and she gasped.

Malcolm pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck, lips warm and open.

"Still so fucking soft," he whispered.

Nina let her head fall back. The heat of the bath, the heat of him-it was all too much and not enough.

His other hand moved now, slow and steady down her belly.

She tensed.

"Relax," he murmured. "Let me take care of you."

His fingers slipped between her thighs under the water, parting them gently.

Then-contact.

He found her clit in one slow, deliberate stroke. Her hips jolted.

"Oh-Malcolm..."

He moaned softly against her shoulder, mouth open now, sucking her skin as his fingers worked in firm, tight circles.

"You're already wet," he groaned. "You've missed this too, haven't you?"

She nodded, breathless. "Yes. Fuck-yes."

He slid lower, two fingers dipping into her under the water, then back up to circle her clit again-faster now, just a little rough.

The water sloshed gently around them.

Her breathing changed-short, ragged, building.

"You're gonna come for me in this tub," he said, biting her shoulder lightly. "I want to feel you shake in my hands."

"Malcolm, I-I'm so close-don't stop-"

"I'm not fucking stopping," he growled, fingers working faster now, harder. "Give it to me. Let me feel it."

Her whole body clenched.

She came with a choked gasp, thighs trembling, her back arching off his chest as the orgasm ripped through her, hot and desperate, her cunt pulsing in the water, hips rocking into his hand.

He held her through it, kissing her neck, whispering filth and love in the same breath.

When she finally melted against him again, chest heaving, lips parted, he kissed her temple.

"I'm just getting started."

Nina stepped out of the bath first, the air cool on her skin, water glistening down her thighs. She reached for a towel, but Malcolm was already there-his eyes slow, dark, burning.

"Let me," he said softly.

He took the towel from her hands and began to dry her-slowly. Not just dabbing or rubbing, but dragging it over her skin like he was savoring each drop. He knelt before her, eyes on her as he dried her legs, then up her stomach, then her breasts, cupping one in his hand as he patted it dry.

"You're beautiful when you're wrecked," he murmured, brushing his thumb across her nipple.

"Malcolm..." she whispered, but her voice faltered as he rose to his feet.

He kissed her lips. Then her jaw. Then down again, kneeling on the fluffy bathroom rug. His hands slid up her thighs and pulled her gently toward him.

"Lie down," he said.

Nina let herself sink onto the rug, bare back against the soft pile, hair damp, legs folding open slowly.

Her breath hitched as Malcolm leaned in and kissed the inside of one knee. Then the other.

Then he kissed higher.

And higher.

And then he was there-face between her thighs, hands firm on her hips, breath hot against her wet folds.

He moaned before even touching her, like just the scent of her pussy made him ache.

Then his tongue touched her.

One slow, teasing lick-up the entire length of her slit. Nina's hips jumped.

"Oh-fuck..."

He licked again. Then flattened his tongue and pressed deeper-slow, warm, thorough. Like he wasn't just eating her-he was tasting her.

His lips wrapped around her clit, gentle at first, then sucking harder.

Nina arched, hands gripping the edge of the tile floor beside the rug.

"God-Malcolm-fuck, you're so good at that-"

He didn't answer. Just groaned into her pussy, tongue flicking, mouth wet, beard dragging softly along her thighs.

He slid two fingers into her-slow and deep-and curved them perfectly as he sucked her clit with slow, devastating pulses.

"Jesus-don't stop-please, don't fucking stop-"

He didn't.

He buried his face deeper, tongue working her clit in fast, filthy circles now, matching the rhythm of his fingers thrusting into her. Her juices slicked his palm. Her thighs clenched around his head.

She was panting, sweat forming at her temples, fingers scrabbling at the tile.

"I'm gonna-oh fuck-Malcolm-I'm coming-I'm coming-"

She grabbed a towel, bit into it, and screamed as her orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, soaking him, thighs trembling violently on either side of his face.

He licked her through it. Every spasm. Every twitch.

When she finally collapsed back against the rug, legs spread, chest rising fast, he looked up at her.

His lips were slick. His eyes were wicked.

"I could live down there," he said.

She laughed through a moan. "God, I forgot what that felt like..."

"Don't worry," he said, crawling up her body. "I'll remind you again."

The bathroom was warm, fogged with steam and breath and the ghost of everything they hadn't said for months.

Nina lay sprawled on the rug, legs spread, flushed and dazed, his taste still lingering in the back of her throat. Malcolm hovered above her, his cock rock-hard, glistening at the tip with precum, veins pulsing along the shaft.

She looked at him-really looked-and her stomach clenched.

"I want you," she whispered. "Now."

His voice came low and rough. "Turn around."

She did.

Crawled to the edge of the tub. Braced her forearms on the cool porcelain. Arched her back. Pushed her ass up and back like she already knew exactly how he liked it.

Her pussy was still wet, glistening, swollen from his mouth. Her thighs trembled slightly with anticipation.

He stepped behind her, one hand gripping her waist, the other guiding the thick head of his cock to her entrance.

"Look at you," he breathed. "Fucking soaked. You need this cock, don't you?"

She moaned, grinding back against him. "Yes. Deep. Slow. Make me feel it."

He pushed in.

One long, thick stroke.

"Fuuuuuck," she moaned, back arching deeper. "Malcolm-fuck-you're so deep-"

He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, his hands on her hips, breathing hard, her warmth pulsing around him.

Then he pulled back-and started to fuck her.

Not wild. Not fast.

Deep.

Each stroke deliberate, filling her up, dragging out of her tight, wet heat and sliding back in with a slick slap. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, higher.

"God, yes-just like that-keep going-"

He leaned forward, chest to her back, mouth near her ear.

"You missed this cock," he whispered. "Didn't you?"

"Yes," she gasped. "I fucking craved it-"

"You like being bent over the same tub where I made you come with my fingers?" His hand snaked around her front, found her clit, rubbed in tight, fast circles.

She sobbed.

"Malcolm-fuck-I'm gonna come-*don't stop-please-"

"Come with me," he growled. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock while I fill you up."

She broke.

Her orgasm hit hard-pussy clenching, crying out as her knees buckled, her hands clawing at the tub. She came loud, raw, falling apart around him.

Malcolm grunted, thrust twice more, then groaned deep as he spilled inside her, cock twitching, hips grinding into her ass.

They stayed like that-sweaty, shaking, still joined.

He kissed her back. Her shoulder. Her neck.

She turned her head just enough to meet his eyes.

And then she smiled.

"Guess we needed a bath to wash all that silence off."

He kissed her temple.

"Next time," he said, breathless, "we're starting in the shower."