The sight of a soldier in various states of undress wasn't an unusual one for her, and yet now Reese found herself staring at the chiseled lines of Cole's muscles as though this were the first time she had allowed herself to the chance to ogle. She appreciated the way his abdomen stretched as he lifted his arms above his head, each carved line defining the powerful muscles that had allowed him to penetrate and pleasure her with such reckless abandon. She liked the hard symmetry of his obliques, and how she could imagine herself hearing gentle ringing notes if she tapped her fingers against them, playing each key along his body to hear his unique song.<br/><br/>Her body absorbed the heat from his hands, leaving her sighing contentedly as he tugged her up. "Your offer is greatly appreciated," she purred, leaning forward to press her lips against his, feeling the electricity dance between their skin. "But what kind of solider would I be if I couldn't push myself through some pain?" she asked curiously, planting her bare feet against the ground. A gentle moan escaped her parted lips as she felt the muscles between her legs contract, her moist entrance sore and still throbbing.<br/><br/>She wove their fingers together, guiding him along to her private washroom. Deep emerald green tile lined the floor and walls--a personal request. There was no separation between the toilet, sink, and shower in here. No glass walls for them to squeeze themselves into. Just a wide, open space with a jutting silver showerhead, a drain in the floor, and a series of shelves built into the wall for her various scrubs, hair products, and soaps.<br/><br/>"Ah, before I forget..." Tugging on his hand, she placed it against her thigh, holsters still cinched tight around her legs. "Not keen on getting these babies damp. You wanna take them off for me, Lieutenant?"