[ Kate laughs, a rich little chuckle, throaty and muffled at the end by the kiss she presses to Johanna's throat. ] You can have the knife. After this we'll go back to my room and get it.

[ She feels every shift of her weight, the way her knees loosen and her breath catches and skin warms. Kate curls around her closer, reaching further, pressing flush against her, like if she gets close enough she'll be able to hear Johanna saying her name in her head. Not that she has to, that grudging, grinning admission sending a thrill straight through her, adding a shiver of want to her voice. ]

You can have that, too.

[ She maneuvers them like they're dancing, step by step turned and slid, bare feet splashing. The shower heads aren't exactly luxury but they're not completely fixed either and Kate pulls it to spray the wall and leans back against it, feet pushed out between Johanna's, a base to support them both. Her hand never stops moving, pressure and friction and her first two fingers hooked into her. ]

Keep talking, [ she says, voice low and exhaled against Johanna's temple, ] What else do you want? With me? Now, or in general. Ever.