"Well," she says. "I could always leave, if that works better."

But then he's tugging her closer, back into the streams of water, and the smirk only spreads. "I thought we were here for other reasons," she teases against his lips, and pulls away just enough to tuck her head into the crook where his shoulder meets his neck. He's no longer soapy, so she can press kiss after kiss to his neck, sliding her lips along his throat. She nibbles at his chin and then goes back to his mouth. "Unless you like my reasons better," she adds.