"Bastard," she accused, though her tone said something else entirely, and then the race was on to try and snatch his hands out of the air before they could get her nose. "I literally— just— showered," she grunted, then shrieked when he swiped her nose, then finally managed to wrap her fingers around one of his wrists, then the other. She held on, eyes locked on his, panting slightly, head throbbing from the sudden movement but not enough to make her want to stop...
"'Scuse me," she said, tightening her grip on his wrists as her eyes dropped down to the smear of stickiness on her chest. "You gonna get that?"