So maybe Luther had really, truly meant it when he swore to himself tonight was not a night for funny business. Sure, he'd thought sexy thoughts about tonight before the kidnapping; he just figured it wasn't something he should push afterward.

But near death experiences are kind of hot and while, again, he'd had good intentions with the shower proposal, by the time they're naked and in close quarters, hot water beating down-- well.

It's a good feeling. He's never done this before.

"Let me take care of you," he half-murmurs, reaching for a washcloth and the soap.