Liz had a slight moment of panic when she heard Charissa. Her heart raced, and she trembled slightly, but quickly regained her composure, licking her lips. It was a reaction that was difficult to get rid of, at least instinctually, the shock of having someone barge in on what felt like a private moment still struck here but she quickly reminded herself of who had come in, and the fact that it was nothing to be concerned about.<br/><br/>Still, Liz was more focused on Marcus, his cumming at the same time Charissa came in made Liz hum with pleasure, she took a moment to rinse herself off once more, and then followed Marcus out of the shower, retrieving her towel, and drying her hair first, before she ran the towel over her legs and dried herself.<br/><br/>"Don't say that," she chided her husband, as she went to her sink, and looked in the mirror, "it's not an interruption, our door is always open, besides, we were finished anyway."