It was like kissing in the rain. That was the point of her shower set up, of course. Not the kissing, the raining. But Bast adored kissing in the rain. There was always something that felt terribly romantic about it, and a bit old fashioned. Like something out of a black and white movie. Though the way she had her mouth plastered against Than's was nothing that would ever have been put on the silver screen back then. Not even in the tame pornography of the time.
Bast had never been, would never be, someone that denied herself something she truly wanted. And what she wanted in that moment was Thanatos. Gone were the reservations and hesitations she'd had earlier about taking advantage of him. The way he was kissing her removed her doubts about his intentions. And his desires were pretty obvious in that moment as well.
But as much as she wanted to climb him like a tree then and there, he wasn't as steady on his feet as he should be for that kind of vigorous activity. He'd fallen over while getting out of his boxer shorts. So reluctantly, Bast pulled away from the sweet touch of his hand against her face and the exquisite heat of his mouth. It was only then that she realized that she could no longer feel the water from her shower. She'd been so intent on the kiss, she never even noticed when it stopped. But now she could see why. Than's wings were wrapped around them, blocking the shower's output. Bast grinned.
“That's amazing,” she said sincerely. His wings were by far the largest she'd ever seen, but she could easily have been referring to the kiss they'd just shared. Thanatos kissed her like he needed her, like he needed her more than he needed to breathe. It was very heady and very, very sexy.
“I don't want to burn you up,” Bast told him, “but we're turning the shower off now. No more cooling off here. We're going to go to my room. Come with me, Thanatos. Let me show you.”