Teddy grabbed the soap and began lathering it up in his hands. When she spoke, he raised his eyebrows and looked down at her. "You little minx," he said, turning to grab her and pull her against him beneath the running water, the soap forgotten in his hand for the time being.
Her body was all slippery and wet. He grinned, looking down at her. He liked this kind of date. Slowly, he lowered his head to press his lips against hers. Things had been a little awkward since she'd been bought back; she was still hurt from the Egypt fiasco, and he was older than she knew him. But there was no denying how much they loved each other, how pointless it was to try to resist each other. They had worked through their problems and right now, in the shower kissing Vic, Teddy was completely happy.