She kisses him again, winding her arms around his neck and making no move to get back to the floor.

Then perhaps she would like to be carried to the shower.

That is exactly what she would like.

And then perhaps she would like to be shoved against a wall by her boyfriend the rape demon.

He is careful not to damage the wall. He is not so careful about Lacey.

This still by no stretch of the imagination qualifies as rape. She would very much like.

He loves her very much. Especially the sounds she makes when she's being really gloriously wrecked.

The fact that there is a positive version of screaming he was likely already familiar with. The fact that there are positive versions of some of the other kinds of noises people make when under his...ministrations...is probably novel.

His girlfriend is the best.

His girlfriend might have a similar opinion of him, based on the snatches of actual word she is occasionally able to produce.

Good. That's the way it should be.

When they are done there is going to be a lot more stuff to clean off than there was when they entered the shower.

Well, then, it's convenient that they're already in the shower, isn't it?

Mhm. Ooh, she can kiss him again, that's very nice.

Mmmmmmmmmmm kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Soapy snuggles!

And then watery snuggles and then towelly snuggles and then cozy enormous bed snuggles?

All good things.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

She falls asleep on him.

She is so cozy and good.

When she wakes up, several hours later, she mutters, "Maybe I should ask Hank if he can do anything about how tired regenerating makes me."

Giggle. "That'd be useful."

"Especially considering we're training for a combat situation with a wannabe nuclear Nazi."