Letting her arms slide fully around Kisuke's shoulders, Sookie gasps, breath hot against his cheek as his fingers slide up and brush over her breasts, squeezing lightly, almost reverently. The teeth against her ear earn a rake of her fingers in response, blunt nails dragging down the front of his chest, brushing against coarse hair underneath the level of the water.

"I hope that means I follow the pattern," Sookie murmurs against the shell of his ear, sliding forward until her thighs press against the cradle of his hips, the flat of her palm lightly brushing up the side of Kisuke's length. Ducking her head down, the bridge of Sookie's nose drags along the rough stubble by Kisuke's jaw, until she's able to duck and press a quick kiss to the soft skin underneath. "How do you want me?"