The drumming of the shower against her shoulder blades felt nice, steady and relaxing, as she sought to catch her breath. Her arms around him relaxed their grip, and, after a moment, she allowed her legs to untangle themselves from his hips as well. Still, she didn't want to be parted from him, not yet, so she leaned up to catch his lips in her own. Her arms moved up to his neck, as much to draw him down to her kiss as to remain close to him.
There was passion left in that kiss. It was soft, muted to a post-sex glow, conveying without words the pleasure she had found in that moment, pleasure which still lightly rippled through her. Like all of her encounters with CJ, she found this experience to be one that was definitely worth repeating...
"Are you going now?" she wondered, looking up at him curiously. There was still so much time to kill before the parties and concerts, and they had yet to decide which to attend... She had taken his words out by the pool, his reassurances to spend the duration of the thunderstorm with her, as a bit of a promise that he wouldn't leave her alone.