Her scent was predominantly mint, from the toothpaste. Eliot inhaled it, along with the hormones coming off her in waves. He growled, as she led him to the wall, and assaulted his ear. He didn't need the hint, to slide his hand between her thighs, and it was really just a prelude. He eased away form her kisses as he lowered himself to his knees. The shower was raining down on the empty stall, creating a steady rhythm on the floor.
His hands, cracked with tiny cuts from his fights earlier, gently parted her thighs. He looked up at her, and let his tongue show between his lips. His eyes closed as he bent forward, tongue darting out to taste her as a hand slid in behind. His hair angled forward, teasing against her thighs, and his other hand went to support the small of her back.