Foreman let out a light, slow exhale as Amber's hands slipped across his skin. When she got close like this, he couldn't help relaxing, tension he didn't even know he was carrying dissipating from his muscles, leaving him feeling lighter and loose. If she ever gave him a full massage, he'd probably fall asleep in the first minute. "We need to do this more often," he said, even his voice softened to a mumble by Amber's ministrations. "I'll set my clock earlier." He opened his eyes--wasn't sure when he'd closed them--when Amber poked the soap bubble on his chest, and he took her hands in his to steal the soap from her. He'd only needed a quick wash, soaping last night's sweat and semen off, scrubbing a bit under his arms and down his chest, but rinsing off and leaving Amber wouldn't be nearly as much fun. He started returning the favour, letting his eyes go wherever they liked, and following that path with soapy hands. He'd had this chance before, and he could remember the places where Amber had reacted the most. She carried tightness in her nape and along the vertebrae of her lower back. On bare feet, Amber's eyes were level with his, and Foreman kept stealing quick glances at her face, meeting her eyes as he circled his fingertips around the knots, kneading to loosen them. Amber kept his attention fully, so that the sound of the shower echoing off the tiles, and the minutes slipping away, were completely erased from his thoughts.

He sighed when there really was no excuse to keep 'washing' the same areas over again. He'd managed to catch enough of the spray that he wasn't covered in suds anymore. With a light, promising kiss, Foreman let go of Amber and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel to sling around his hips, and moved to the bathroom sink, getting out his shaving gel and razor. If they really were going to do this more often, it would help if they didn't have to stop at Amber's apartment after a late dinner or drinks or simply coming back from work. Foreman focused on his own face in the mirror, applying the gel and carefully starting to shave. He was getting ahead of himself, which was a risk. But if Amber agreed, it would be worth it. If she didn't...it didn't matter. It was a simple question. Foreman wouldn't read anything into it. No reason to get clingy over something that basic. With a quick glance at Amber, he nodded to himself. "You could leave your things here if you want," he said, as casually as possible, tilting his head to see a spot under his jaw.