Cooper was more than willing to stumble back across the shower and rest against the far wall, feasting his eyes on the spectacle of Sarah glistening under the torrent of hot water. The occasional body-hugging flashes of iridescence in the wake of the passage of a bit of soap only added to the allure, highlighting a curve here, an arc there.<br/><br/>"In that case," he sighed, "I sure am glad you're curious."<br/><br/>As Sarah moved back, he took her place beneath the showerhead and rinsed himself clean of their combined sweat and juices. All but the fingers he had been applying to her, that is; those he once again sucked clean first, savoring her musky flavor, before washing up more conventionally. Washing his close-cropped hair took barely a minute, and he sputtered an acknowledgement through the hot spray. "Froo froo, check."<br/><br/>The last of the soap gone, he picked up the lotion and stepped out onto the bathmat, reaching for a towel of his own.