Letting out a soft gasp at the movement of Kisuke's body, Sookie carefully glances down between them, hands on the rounded edges of the tub before she lifts herself off of him, cheeks immediately coloring at the sensation of a wet warmth sliding down either of her inner thighs. She's never felt this before after laying with a man — vampires weren't capable of it. Sookie wonders if there's a practical reason for such a design to be given to a spirit's body.

Maybe just to help him pass as normal under scrutiny.

Cheeks aching with her constant smile, Sookie laughs lightly, carefully resting against the slippery side of the tub, their legs spectacularly tangled in the small space. "I'm a little thirsty, actually," confesses Sookie, briefly pressing the back of her hand to her lips in embarrassment. "But you don't have to trouble yourself. Though I appreciate the idea of having some company before I make the walk of shame home."