He stripped down and joined her eagerly enough, though her comment about soup made him snort. "I do too, but not when it's made out of your sweat and a thick layer of dust. Call me picky." As soon as they were under the water he ran his hands through her long locks, admiring the waviness. He scrubbed her clear of sweat and dirt as she did the same, hands sliding smooth with soap and water along her skin. He held her waist as she turned and leaned into him, and at her kiss he hugged her tight. He tilted his head against hers and pushed his tongue past their joined lips, breathing slowly through his nose as he held her tight.<br/><br/>When it broke he gave a little gasp and pressed his forehead against hers, squeezing her close. "I can't wait, either," he told her softly. "I can't wait to win this war and take you far away from all of this." He smoothed her hair back from her face and ran both of his hands up her back, along her sides, all the way to her shoulders, and then back down to her hips. "The only thing I want in this life is you. You, and only you, Malia. This fight is going to end quickly. As quick as I can make it end." He kissed her again, pressing deep against her mouth, ignoring the stab of pain from his cut lip. He held it until his lungs burned and parted with another gasp, his hand curling up along the back of her head. "I'm sorry I broke my word. It's going to be okay, Malia. I promise."