At least she'd had the grace and logic to stop pushing on him, letting her hands just wipe down the line of his back along with the sluicing water as he drove his head harder into the wall of her shower, his arms braced above his head as he stretched out a middle aged weariness that seemed to crawl every muscle he owned as of late. The slow laying press of her into his back was a light touch to comfort rather than urge and he just exhaled into it, letting the water run over his face as he turned his head.
"C'mere." The exhausted rake of his whisper was obviously leveling far more affectionate than it had earlier, his patience restored by the hard spray of hot-hot water and the smell of her soap blooming in the already mineral scented water.
He reached back enough to draw her forward, lifting an arm just a fraction enough to tuck her under the way he was leaning. Filip angled his head to the side, drawing it back enough to curl her back into the damp tile before rubbing his nose against her already wetted forehead. His arms braced above her while he took small and slow kisses off her, keeping his movements lazily long and peaceful. He was tired of fighting her and so he didn't otherwise touch her. She was his solace sometimes, and having that illusion rattled made his hands burn up. Ally tipped her head back, letting her wet hair catch against the way his hands were clasped at the wall. He lifted his fingers away from it, using his forearms to balance his weight as he studied the petulant look that slackened her features.
"Don't do that." She argued into his throat as she pulled him close by the hips, her body warm wet against his. "You're punishing me."
"I'm not." He sighed it out as he let his eyes close into the kisses she was stacking up his jaw line.
"You are too." She nudged into his ribs as she pressed her thighs tighter to his tensed ones. "You're punishing me because I had the audacity to tell you the truth, Vice President."
"Audacity's a word for it." He agreed with a tweaked smirk.
"You can't not touch me." Her playful whisper was soft but it echoed in his ear louder than the water that was needling the back of his head.
A smile touched on his lips again, flickering there as he angled his head into the run of her tongue on his ear, "Y'sure 'bout that?"
"Oh, I'm positive, Scotty." Her tongue skated the run of one scar before her hands pressed back into the wall, her hips leaning away from him so that she could watch him quietly.
"So it's a battle of wills, then?" he licked a kiss off her lips but kept his hands unmoving as he grinned into the challenge, studying the playfully teasing way she was leaning forward without touching the arch of his body.
Ally lifted her mouth harder up into his, stepping into a strong kiss that had him grunting surprise, keeping her hands back as she sucked against his tongue. She ran the kiss tighter against him, faintly hearing the frustrated slap he put into the wall as he growled back against her lips but didn't drop to reach for her. His hips jutted her back into the wall on a rush, pinning her hands behind her back as she smiled from his kiss.
"That's touching." She admonished with a scandalized glare, hair completely soaked down her shoulders. "You cheating bastard."
"Hands still on the wall." He sharpened back over her, his forearms tensing on a shrugged twitch as he shook his head. "Doesn't count."
She cocked her head slowly, quietly searching over the cocky smirk that was riding his lips, her eyes lidded as she slowly shook her head.
"Giving up already?" he grinned over her as he tauntingly drummed his fingers against the tile by her ears, a flush of humor suddenly shattering apart the anger and exhaustion that had haunted his shoulders earlier. "I'm disappointed in you, Althea."
"Christ," she exhaled softly, a curling smile on her lips. "I do love it when you say my name."
"No, no, no, darlin'." he lifted his hand off the wall, aiming a finger in her direction. "No sweetness. None of your pretty talk. That's - "
"You say it like it belongs to you." She lifted her jaw into a softening glance as she pressed into his hips, hands still flush to wet tile while her teeth scraped her bottom lip. "You can keep it, ya know?"
"Now, that's cheating." He aimed his finger over her lips but didn't touch against them, his head cocked in humored annoyance, eyes full bright with affection as the water finally flushed cold and he tucked her closer to the wall.
"I love winning." She pressed quickly forward, kissing his fingertip before nipping her teeth against it, letting him groan as he grazed both hands past her jaw into wet hair and dropped his mouth against hers as she caught fingers on his forearms.
She fell into laughter against him as he stepped away and tugged her from the shower, dragging her up onto his hips as he pulled another kiss from her. His hands keeping her tight and the taste of his smile were enough of a distraction that she didn't necessarily care that he'd left the water running as he hauled her toward the bedroom.
"Filip." The mattress was still cooled damp and he was curled tight into her back, arm wrapped around her heat so that his hand was tucked up under the shirt she'd pulled on in a sleep driven chill. The flex of his body against hers had landed the moment she'd breathed out his name, the both of them hearing the sounds that were coming from near the back door.
"Aye." There was a rigid line to his spine and he dropped his hand, catching her fingers and angling his hips forward so that the both of them leaned together in a fluid press to reach for the bedside drawer. "Hush."
Another jerked sound came off the southern corner of the house and he nodded his jaw into the side of her head, pushing the table still as she pulled the drawer into silence, the both of them reaching for familiar weapons. He pressed the other hand into her back, guarding her movements as she slid off the mattress and crossed the room, his body following hers easily.
"You have to trust me, Althea." The dropped gauge of his tone barely registered sound, one hand lifted as he pointed toward the way she was already backed into the wall beside her bedroom door.
"Then lead." She nodded toward the door, her stance already blocked out and Glock guarded by both hands as she cocked her head into the thunked sound of a door getting popped.
The far too practiced way he slid past her had her shoulders tightening, a darkened up humor shaking her head as she watched him tip a glance out the bedroom door. "Thank Christ you put your pants on."
"Not now, my love. I'm busy." He hissed as he cocked his head in a similar blackness of sardonic amusement.
She just gave him a quick half shrug as she nodded to the door. "Go."