"Oh, sure.. tired of me already," she joked, watching him fetch the soap.  He moved like the water he was in... or a fire, sinuous and sultry.  She waited until he came back, then took the soap form him and lathered a cloth... then began washing his back gently, moving to his chest, and all over, pressing tiny kisses to his back and chest as she cleaned it.  She was not going under that water though...