<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br/>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Sponge Bath <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br/><hr/></div><br/>"Come in. " came the words. And though it was a bit tricky it would be possibly to work the sliding door open with her hiking boots. He hadn't locked it.<br/><br/>He was seated on the edge of the bed, and he was quite naked. Naked and glistening. A small pot of water rested on the floor at his feet with a second beside it, and he was wiping his chest, neck, and shoulders with a wet cloth. His pants were neatly folded on the bed beside him. His profile faced her, which is the only thing that spared her from seeing everything right away. He arched a brow, not sure what was more unexpected. Sara coming to him, or bringing a stack of books with her.<br/><br/>He held his washcloth over the second pot and squeezed so tightly that even without ringing it, there could be little doubt he'd damn near squeezed it dry. Then he dipped the cloth into the first pot...presumably the one that held a small amount of clean water...and began to wash his side. "What, you're hoping to crush me to death?  "