"It's my back, as well." She confessed. It had taken her nearly all of her control not to make a noise as he had worked the soap over her. "I'm... all right." She replied to his query, "I think I can keep my hormones down." She slowly began to work the soap into his hair, starting by massaging it into his roots and scalp, as he had, careful to keep her nails from grazing too much, before slowly working the soap through the length of his hair, her hands lofting and shifting the wet mass as the water rinsed the white, orchid-scented suds down his back. She steadfastly kept her eyes on the back of his head as they flowed over his back, and reached around him to grab the conditioner.<br/><br/>Her hands followed the same pattern, massaging the cream into his hair and scalp longer than she had the shampoo, before she ran her fingers down, and through his hair, finger-combing it as the water dislodged the conditioner and it flowed down the drain. "Can you pass me the body was and poof?" She asked softly, swallowing thickly. Fair was fair, and she wanted to wash him, but she knew it would be a test for at least her. She'd never been this close to someone so gorgeous.<em>There must be sculptures inspired by you...</em>She thought to herself, eyes following the contours of his back, though she stopped herself just above his posterior.