He eased her down to her knees as another orgasm shook her to her core, his hands slipping carefully out of her. He let her breathe and pant, and when Aiden interrupted he rolled his eyes. His hands slid up her back, stroking her skin through the water that washed over them. He took her jaw and turned her head up to kiss her lips, stealing her breath, greedy for more of her, though he didn't let the kiss linger before long. "Hey, boss," he whispered softly, squeezing her as they knelt on the shower floor. "I think it's time for us to rock and roll." He kissed her again, then pushed her back just a little to look her in the eye. "Reese, you with me? Time to put the guns and the clothes back on. As much as I wish we didn't have to."<br/><br/>Once Cole was sure she was back in full awareness he stood and rinsed himself off, letting the water wash away his sweat and sex and all the other funk that effort brought about. He stepped out to retrieve his omni-tool from the rest of his discarded clothes and ran its dry function, mopping up his footprints and body of excess water. Bit by bit he pulled his clothes on, sorting each piece from hers. He laid hers out for her, organizing pants and bra and shirt all across the couch where they'd began.<br/><br/>He ran a hand through his hair and looked over toward the bathroom, an easy smirk on his face. "In case you missed it, we're almost to the relay. Gotta go boss around the rest of the misfits."