Omega never thought he would crave being touched, until she came along. Any hand laid on him would have been taken off if he could reach it. But then he met Blue, and even though the first contact between them was bloody and violent, he never stopped needing it after that.

Being able to do the same to her is just as important to him, if not moreso at times like this. If all she wanted was for him to worship her, he'd simply prove that he already does; Omega knows the shape of her blind, not missing a soft curve or smooth plane, but running his hands over her without any intention of arousal may actually be a first. If Omega doesn't think about how long it's been -- and all the things he would be doing to her, if he could -- then it really makes no difference. What he really wants is for this to last. He doesn't want her to shove him away again. That's what might kill him.

But the touch of her lips sends a shiver through him nevertheless, a ripple that travels down his body underneath his skin. His own lips part slightly, brushing hers again, the barest nuzzle nearly turning it into a kiss. As the water rinses her clean, Omega sets the soap aside, and slides his hands back over her hair instead, drawing his fingers through the thick black curtain plastered against her back.