'No, alas. But I know where there's a really good bottle of champagne.' She murmurs the words against his lips, her hands beginning to stray.

'Mmm.' This is better than champagne. She could do this for days, but she does have an agenda. It's obvious she's reluctant to pull away, but she does, letting the water do its work. Her hands never leave his skin, though.

'I could get used to this.' She looks into his eyes, smiling softly.