To finally be able to hold him like this...was bliss. Blue soaked up both the heat from the water and from Omega's body, purring into their shared quiet. She thought she just might actually stand here until sunrise, but surely the hot water would run out before then.

She did, however, indulge herself a few more minutes of tender affection, then stirred enough to lick the water from her lips and gaze up at her dark, silent mate. The soap she'd used earlier--brought from home--was still within reach, so Blue lathered her hands and slowly began to drift them over Omega's scarred skin, fingertips familiar with each mark.

Reaching up, she washed his neck, his cheeks and even ran her sudsy hands through his wet hair, a little smile finally emerging as she did so. Resoaping her hands again, she pulled at him slightly, urging, "Turn around, and I'll wash your back."