She pulled her hand back as if burned, and took a deep breath, the fresh water gathering on her lips, before she blew out. She turned, to look into hi face with inquiring eyes, and bit her bottom lip, thinking. He wanted to wash her hair? on her head? With his hands? Right above her neck? This would be a trial. Swallowing for resolve she nodded to him, and turned back around, standing under the cool water. She took a step back to keep her hair out of the water, and the heat radiating from him warned her to go no further.<br/><br/><em>This is a bad, bad idea...</em>She thought, back tensing in anticipation. She considered making the water colder, but decided against it. She didn't know what would happen to him if he got too cold. She looked down to her belly, and sighed, knowing the state from hers that he would need to wash the residue of their romp off properly. She didn't dare to offer him assistance with that. She would find herself on her knees before him without any prodding if he began to make noise.<br/><br/>"You should wash your air as well..." She suggested.