Katerina is putty in his hands, bouncing on him as he continues to grind, faster and faster. Leaning back she pulls the drain plug, letting the water disappear as she remains wrapped up in him, her focus solely on pleasing him. Her lips crash into his, her tongue teasing his lips as it asks for entrance, her hands wandering his perfect body.
With the water gone she abruptly sits up, pulling him out and scrambling out of the tub playfully.
"Chase me," she purrs, her body wet and her hair in wild tangles, framing her gorgeous face as it disappears out of the bathroom, "Come catch me!"
They went back to their hotel room, Alex being a gentleman as always and lending her a hand with whatever he could. The first thing she wanted was a shower, to rinse the stink of hospital off her skin. And then she really wanted some sleep.
"Help me please?" she asked calmly, "There's no way I'll be able to stand on my own in the shower."
It took Arya another hour to calm down enough to approach him, waiting till she no longer felt like crying. The doctor rarely cried as it was, except when it came to family, and as it turned out heartbreak.
Going back to their room, she knocked softly, unsure what this conversation would hold, or where it would leave them.