A sigh of contentment as his hands began to work at her neck, massaging, the soap across her flesh, working away any tension along with any sweat or dirt. Her head bent forward, and her arms dropped to her sides, and she closed her eyes, letting the wonderful feel of his skilled hands fill her mind, with the smell of crisp apples and cinnamon. She leaned back into his hands, her own eventually catching hold of the tiled wall.<br/><br/>Her eyes flew open as his teeth pressed into her hip, and she made a soft noise of surprise. Her eyes tracked him as he stood, and she obediently relaxed back against him, a light flush on her cheeks as her eyes closed again, and her head leaned back against his shoulder as he began to soap her belly.<br/><br/>She nodded t his question, turning her head to nuzzle against his neck softly. "In the afternoon."<br/><br/>She felt him warm, the scent of roses intensify, and she smiled, pressing a kiss to his neck as she turned in his arms, slick from the water and remaining soap. Her face tipped up, her eyes opening to meet his, and her pink lips turned up in a soft smile. "How come?" She asked.