Blue kept worrying her lip with her teeth, endeavoring to keep still and just...enjoy her mate's reverent touch, so worshipful as it moved across her skin, leaving goosebumps hidden under frothy soap bubbles. Their foreheads rested against each other; Blue moved her arms accordingly so Omega could lather every inch of her that he could reach.

Unlike their usual trysts--wherever they happened to be--there was no...expectation of more, right now. It was surprising, but Blue honestly didn't feel cornered or pressured by such proximate nearness this time. Omega's hands were just rubbing soap into her skin, and although they tingled her where they touched, there was no hidden urgency communicated in those long fingers. And she'd missed the comfort of touch, so very much. In a relationship as tactile as theirs, she'd been veritably starving.

Her soft purring resumed, thrumming in her throat, and Blue just touched her lips to Omega's, a tentative silent offer of her never-ending affection.