<div class="floatright">(http://www.redbalcony.com/media/galleries/1412/Elisha_Cuthbert_10s.jpg)</div><br/><em>Jayne McArthur - Aka: Ferra Moan</em><br/><strong>Location: Shower Room</strong><br/>With Matt<br/><br/>"Then it's settled, we're going to stay just long enough, before I get all pruney." Her mouth pulled into an impish grin at the suggestion of him needing convincing. A few things immediately came to mind; it was a matter of deciding which to choose. "It almost seems to me like this is the ideal place to go if you want to be alone, eh?" The old Canadian inflection came to surface. She resigned herself of that habit a long time ago.<br/><br/>"I think I might be able to convince you to stay with a kiss." Jayne reached out to glide the palm of her hand up his chest, allowing it to move up with a steady pressure eased by the water. Matt saw her approach him with a smile, and then her lips drifted out of his sight as she brought them up to his, placing a soft kiss on his mouth. It was a quick little peck, but she didn't withdraw from him. Rather, he would feel her tongue lap out, licking the water that collected on his lower lip. "I can't tell if you taste like coconut, or if it's just the smell of the soap."