Blinking in surprise and quickly wrapping her arms around her chest when the shower stops, Sookie watches as Kisuke slides down to a seat, his smile satisfied, as though everything's gone perfectly according to plan. Her chest briefly tightens at a memory, one of her first from being intimate with Bill, of the two of them seated under warm, scented water, opposite one another. Communicating with nothing more than a look for some time. Blissfully silent to her after years of too much blah, blah, blah.

Taking a deep breath, she smiles, soft and on the edge of overwhelmed before she kneels down. It might be more comfortable for her to press back to his chest again, but she's too impatient now after several minutes of teasing, and in spite of the hardness against her knees, Sookie kneels and lets a hand skirt down Kisuke's chest, over his abdomen, to where she rests it by his inner thigh, fingertips brushing idly. Her real objective is a kiss, noses bumping briefly as she takes a tentative peck, then bolder, tugging on his lip between teeth and sighing in longing. She's missed this. A gentle, unrushed intimacy. Spontaneous and unexpected.

"Do you usually bring stray women home like this?" she asks, pulling back to press lips down the line of his neck, fingers brushing along his collarbone. "You seem awfully good at it."