"Atta girl," Cooper chuckled. He ratcheted up and out of bed, trailing along behind Sarah at arm's length. "I told you a little debauchery's good for the soul."<br/><br/>He swung the thick glass door of the shower behind him. You had to give The Place points for opulence, that was for sure. The enclosure, tiled in pale grey marble and kitted out with chrome fixtures, all polished to a mirror-bright gleam, was nearly the size of the kitchen in his apartment back in Indiana. There was a series of built-in shelves in the corner, with an array of bottles set out.<br/><br/>"Lessee here," Coop mused. "Shampoo, conditioner, some kind of froo-froo lotion ... aha!" He picked up a bottle and snapped open the stopper. "Body wash."<br/><br/>He turned around to offer it to Sarah, then paused. She was already glossy with humidity in those close quarters, and rivulets of water were tracing their way along some of his favorite curves.<em>What a sight...</em>Rather than handing the bottle over, Cooper squeezed out a small handful of its contents and began to lather Sarah's shoulders and back.<br/><br/>"Don't mind if I do," he laughed softly. "Wash, I mean."