Drake watched as she pulled herself out of the bathroom, and walked across the room to where her clothing was. Stark naked she was, it was indeed true beauty. He closed his eyes but for a moment, and by then she was already turned away from him, showing him her lovely rear. was that her intention? to get him to think about her naked? So many questions, so few answers. as if to keep composure of himself, he spoke up, " My turn" he said and walked into the restroom, dropping his clothes, sword, and the meat by the door and turned the shower head on, stepping under the already warming water. naked as she was while she was in the tub, he stood under the shower water washing his hair, his eyes closed, and senses drowned by water. He scrubbed his hair vigorously. washing the dirt, and sand, and all the other particles from it. when he finished he took his hands down his body, and pressed some of the dirt and sweat off, before sitting down, plugging the tub, and turning the faucet back on. leaning back and letting the tub fill up. He couldn't get her out of his mind, her hand size breasts, that small waist, and the perfect ass she had. he just wanted to get out of the tub, push her to the bed and.....Whoa! where was that thought going? She was a child compared to him. A beautiful, arousing child, but a child none the less. He followed the same ritual she did, and scrubbed himself down twenty minutes later, he was glowing red as he stepped out and began drying off. he opened the door and a flood of steam rolled both off of him, and out of the bathroom itself. "Mmm, so much better" he spoke starting to grab his clothing, he leaned against the wall and began to put it on. He stretched after getting his pants on, and left the rest sitting there, sword propped up, shirt hung on it, the skins containing mean sitting on each other, all against the wall -------------------------------------------- It took nearly fifteen minutes, but finally the dragon's daze cleared, and he walked off. accepting defeat, for now.