Perhaps too morbid to think about for long, Sookie can't help noticing the ease with which Kisuke's able to trace able fingers along planes of muscle, relaxing her shoulders, her back, until she feels boneless and adrift. Heavily hooded eyes follow the billowing steam in the shower, lungs taking in a sharp breath when she feels Kisuke's fingers trace lower, closer to and yet too far from where she longs for them most.

Relief cascades over her when he finally pulls her back against his body, and with a slight lean, Sookie stretches an arm over her shoulder and hooks her hand around the back of his neck, keeping him close. He's a tease, and anything but a gentleman, but it gives Sookie courage enough to arch against his body, against the hardness she feels pressed near the small of her back. His skin runs hot, a rarity to her memory and cherished all the more for it.

"Well, you know, you hands are great," she murmurs, tilting her head to the side, hips rocking back once more. "But I think they've missed a spot, don't you?"