She could feel the hint of laughter that rumbled in his chest, the smile against her own mouth. Perfectly fine with her being as possessive as she wanted, and with his own 'weird' abilities. Much happier to ignore the question of towels then, in favor of continuing to kiss her, hold her...

Which meant it was an easy decision to head for the sink and shower area. Not that he had a problem holding her or carrying her either--but bracing her on the sink, half-sitting, freed up his own hands too. She wasn't the only one who wanted to touch, after all.

Starting at her hips, thumbs sliding gently along the waistband between her long dance-pants and her top. Just enjoying her; that she was there, with him, and so very very close. Fingers splayed, the tips dipping under her shirt to find skin against her back.