Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 1,550
Disclaimer: Scar feeding cats, undying humans, these characters do not belong to me...
Summary: "I think we should get you out of those wet clothes."
Post-canon, by a good few years. This follows on from my earlier ficlet Cloudburst, but you don't really need to have read that first.
Her hands are firm but the wet fabric makes the buttons awkward and she mumbles a curse under her breath