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[ She's already put the towel down by the time his hands are steaming, so her hands are free to slip over his shoulders as she steps in front of him and, without prelude, kisses him. Not a simple kiss, that's won't do for shrugging off nerves. Her kiss is like a revving engine, foot to the floor. If his hands remain idle for more than a moment she releases her hold on him and places his hands on her waist. Or hips, wherever they land. ]

[ Then she aims to get his overthinking brain good and scrambled with the way she's kissing him and pressed up close. ]

[ After several long moments, she pulls back just barely enough to get in a quick word. ] You have something for your throat in the bedroom? I'm planning on you needing to burn off a lot of my blood.