His nuzzle tickled, making her duck her chin in response, but she simply gave a soft little laugh and gave in. "All right. I can reach most of you from right here, then." So Blue continued her methodical work, rubbing her wet soapy hands down Omega's back and sides, still cradled in the circle of his arms. It wasn't as thorough as she'd have preferred, but it was acceptable enough, if only to get the river residue off of his skin.

That she could stand here with him and not be afraid was monumental; Blue did hear the hiss of her own personal demons lurking in the back of her mind, but she replaced their noise with the soothing sound of the shower, and switched the cold chill of metal chain for the warmth of her mate's arms, twined so protectively around her.

When he was soaped to her satisfaction, Blue grinned slightly and offered him the small white bar, saying, "Now it's your turn." She nibbled at her lip, adding, "...if you want," in a tiny voice.