Applejack trembled at the brush of his lips against her neck. Her own little sigh of contentment rumbling in her throat. She eased beneath the spray once he gave space for her to do it. And the feel of the heat, and the water, a soft little moan passed her lips. "I forgot how good a nice hot shower could be."
She could just feel the grime melting away. Reaching for the fluffy sponge thing, she piled the soap in it. Beckoning him forward. "I wash your back you wash mine?" And if she were honest she might say she wasn't quite ready to relent the shower head completely.