Still-damp or not, she was done with the towel the moment he took her hand. She tossed the towel expertly over the back of a nearby chair, then turned completely into him, fitting herself against his cooler form. She didn't usually take over his space like this, but she wanted very much to erase the happenings of the night. She wanted to forget, and she wanted to be reminded of this instead. Leeloo went so far as to reach for his other hand to try to pull it across so that it was against her shoulder.
"Eric," she said, and it was just shy of a plea. She'd wanted him here with her all the nights before. She needed him here now. "Eric." There had to be something else, something else besides this, something that would... she didn't know what. Kissing helped. She kissed his throat, the closest thing to her mouth now. Kissing had always felt like worship in Egypt, but instead of offerings, it was sensation given in devotion to the other.
He said he loved her. "Tell me again," she asked. And then, because that wasn't exactly what she wanted, "Show me."