"Besides, I don't know if either of us would survive another round like last night." He said, stretching his fingers, knuckles popping as they often did, "And even if we did, I know the room wouldn't." He was grinning again, because while he was mostly joking, it was only funny because there was more than just a grain of truth there.

He snagged the tiny bottle of hotel shampoo from the basket on the counter, just rolling it between his hands and waiting for her to settle.