Author's Note: Thank you to those who reviewed; I really appreciate it.

This one takes place shortly after Blessed Are the Damned. Pretty fluffy, sorry. Had a rough week, and when I have a rough week, I like fluffy puppies and rainbows. Please R & R; enjoy.

Prompt: Repeat

When he invites her to stay with him while she recovers from holding the angel's beating, oozing black heart, John's completely forgotten about the fact that he's going to be living with a woman for an uncertain amount of time.

She keeps her things in her bedroom, doesn't make messes, and even cooks dinner, practically having to shoo Chas out of the kitchen (although Chas insists on doing the dishes afterwards).

But the one place that he feels her presence the most, quite honestly, is the shower. Things simply sprout on the shower rack one day. John has always kept a bottle of shampoo-and-conditioner-in-one and a bar of soap on the metal shelf that hangs over the shower spigot, and a can of shaving cream and a razor on the sink. Now there are bottles and jars lining the sides of the tub; cream pots and lotion tubes ordered up neatly on the sink counter.

Curious, he picks one up.

Moisturizing cream, the label says. He picks up another. Cuticle cream. Another. Sea salt scrub.

John opens the jar experimentally and dips a finger inside. Out comes an oily grit and the scent of eucalyptus. He opens another, to find that his hand smells of lemon merengue. Shaking his head, John turns on the shower and steps in.

He's usually a pretty quick showerer, but, reaching for his usual shampoo/conditioner, he discovers that the bottle is empty and curses himself for not remembering to pick up more. Turning, he looks at the myriad of bottles that have taken up residence, and plucks one from its place.

Invigorating shampoo, it reads, Tea tree oil and chammomile!

He sets it back down, and tries another. Revitalizing shampoo. Lilac and lavender!

He makes his way down the line, at last discovering one made from ginger and orange blossoms which he deems to be manly enough. It's shampoo, but right beside it is a bottle of matching conditioner guaranteed to leave your hair feeling soft, silky, and with luminous shine!

He squirts out a little in his hands and scrubs it into his hair. It lathers up much more than what he's used to, and, not unpleasantly, leaves his scalp feeling tingly. John looks down at the bottle again.

Rinse and repeat for best results! the label encourages him.

He does, followed by the conditioner. Then he rinses off with a peach melon body wash, and to be honest, is feeling quite pleased with himself when he steps back out of the shower. His hair feels thick, and as he scrubs a towel over his head, then looks in the mirror, it does look a little glossier.

Pulling on his clothes (something else he's got to get used to; roaming around in a towel has led to at least two awkward-yet-sexually-charged run-ins with Zed, until he finally remembered to start bringing his clothes into the bath with him), he exits the bathroom, whistling, a little more swagger to his gait, and passes Zed, carrying her towel, on the way downstairs.

She turns to look at him after getting a whiff of his new orange-and-peach-infused scent.

"Did you use my shampoo?" Zed asks incredulously.

"Oh, sorry, love. I ran out, saw that you had plenty to spare. I didn't think you'd mind."

"No, it's not that I mind, I just..." she can't stop the amused grin that spreads across her face.

"What?" he asks.

"You're whistling I Feel Pretty, is all."