She hadn't locked the bathroom door. Why would she? She wasn't used to company, after all, and even when she did share a home with her husband, she had never had a need for locks. Not that they would have stopped him if he wanted something from her.
Off in her own world, far from Midgard or Asgard, or even her bathroom, in a place only a woman's imagination can take her, recalling events from the previous evening, she never heard him slip into the shower.
When she squealed and jumped, it was probably a good thing he was holding her, or she would have slipped and fallen for sure. Grabbing his arms and leaning against him for balance, she couldn't help but yell at him.
"Thor!" But it wasn't an angry shout, which he was sure to know as she turned in his arms to face him. "You scared me half to death!" Playfully, she smacked him on the shoulder with her sponge, sending suds flying into the air, and onto his face.
Laughing, she reached a soapy hand up to wipe off the suds, only making matters worse. "Well, I guess if you wanted to join me for a good sudsing down, you may have just got your wish!" Her eyes sparkled with humor, and something else neither one of them would have recognized in those particular eyes. Wiping the soapy hand off on his chest, she tried to wipe his face again, her thumb brushing his lips, her other hand wrapping around his neck for support. Slowly, the accidental brush became an intentional caress as she outlined his lips.
"Good morning," she sighed, leaning closer into his arms. "Very good morning."