“You know,” she said slowly, still trying to keep from simply nodding, shedding her clothes and jumping in with him, “there are those who claims that there’s no such thing as ‘far too much squeaky clean’ when it comes to a clinic.” Though even as she was speaking, she was standing up, and had already toed off her sneakers.
“Then again…” one by one, the buttons on her shirt came undone and she let it drop to the floor, before she started working on her jeans. “There are also those who believes getting it dirty in the first place is their sacred duty as a Healer…” She shimmied out of her jeans, and only paused for a moment to take in the sight of her husband. Her husband. Her husband! And it made her smile, as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. “Then there’s me, who sees my amazing husband in a tub of hot water, in a room with a locked door… on a kid-free Saturday morning…”
Once the last few items of clothing had joined the rest in the pile on the floor, she climbed into the tub and leaned back against Adrian’s chest.