She really ought to have known better. It never had taken much for her to arouse the "attention" of the God of Thunder, and the way she was touching his lip made him look at her in a way that must have been all too familiar. Though he made no sudden move other than placing his hands on her hips, she would probably notice that her side of the bath had become progressively smaller, and not just because of his intrusion.
As he cornered her, he nodded simply and smiled.
"Good morning, my little Hammer Bearer." With a quick move, he snatches the soapy sponge as effortlessly as if he were stealing from a child. With an innocent, well to do expression on his face he uses the sponge along her back, before crouching to get her legs.
"I really ought to do this more often..."
Washing up between her thighs, he rises and straightens his back to get her upper torso, shamelessly fondling his wife in the process.
"There seemed to have been quite the storm last night..."
Carelessly dropping the sponge, he reaches up to comb his fingers through the length of Sif's long, wet hair. As he applied shampoo and proceeded to wash it, he could not help but reflect on the origin of her beautiful hair. Loki had caused he and his new bride untold shame that day, so long ago now...thinking back, it really was amazing that he had not killed the God of Mischief, who had certainly given more than enough excuses to do so...
Shaking his head, he came out of his reverie, almost unconsciously rinsing off his wife while he was lost in his thoughts. Staring down once more at her, he smiled again..
"I cannot think of anywhere I would rather be right now..."