"Because your body is yours, and not mine. That's the only difference that is ever relevant." He gathers her long hair together, holds it under the water of the shower and threads fingers through it until it runs clear. Picking the soap up from its tray recessed into the wall, he starts with her shoulders and the back of her neck, running it across wet skin. He follows it with his tongue once, tasting sweet like the running water and the soap.

Working lower, long fingers pay careful attention to every knot of muscle in her back, smoothing her out with careful precision, her anatomy mapped out clearly in his mind. In his time, he's forgotten more about her body than she will ever know. He has no fear of demonstrating such.

Hands sweeping down, his touch grows gentler as he reaches the swell of her ass, tracing a finger along the cleft with feather-light touch before sweeping around with both hands to her hips, pulling her back against him. "Your hair's washed. Anything else I can help with?"