[ He's been lucky, no doubt about it. Sneaking in a shower together before engaging in this particular activity was originally just a way to ease his germophobia (something he knows is irrational and exaggerated, as phobias are wont to be) but since they already had a habit of getting frisky in the shower, it's becoming something more than that. It's their thing, has been so since their very first time together and although an overuse of anything will make it dull and mundane, there's still plenty left they could do before reaching that point.
Like this. He's been thinking about it and so far his theory is checking out pretty well. The rush of water means he can't hear her as well, but it's also soothing in an almost trance-like way. Clean, hypnotic, allowing him to focus on the task at hand instead of fighting off his insecurities. He moves in slowly, pressing kisses against her flesh until he can press his mouth on her, tongue dragging firm and gentle. With one hand still pressed securely against her hip, the other traipses down along her groin. ]