I know.

[ Some of the playful lilt to her voice is gone, just for a moment. The warmth is all still there, as is the want and the heat in every breath she takes, but it's softer now. Just a little more affectionate. ]

When it's about stuff like this, you always mean it. ... That's why I love it so much.

[ Her hands follow the path Rinne sets for her down past the muscle there, stroking teasingly over his hips. The steady stream of water's long since washed away all the suds so for just a second, she draws back barely enough to retrieve the bottle. This time, though, she doesn't bother with just her hands. She upends it and pours the soap all down the front of her body, the warm water streaming it all down her skin until she's liberally lathered her front and her hands. Then she presses back in flush with him, slick and wet against his back as her hands once again stroke their way down his sides, down to his hips. ]

So I'll work hard too. [ Her fingers threaten to dip between his thighs... then pause. ] ... Unless you really don't want to miss dinner.

[ Ahah. Now she's teasing again. ]