[ In that moment, she doesn't know the meaning of the word "patience." She might not even fully hear him say the word, because when he buries himself into her completely, her lips part on another breathless moan, and the only thing that matters then is him inside her, as deep as he can be, bringing their bodies flush together. One of her hands reaches to grip the edge of the tub, white-knuckled. It takes everything she has not to just start fucking herself on his cock — to give them both a second, just to have him in her without losing an inch. ]

Oh, is that what we're doing the next few days? [ A faint hint of dryness, even when her voice is nothing but a low murmur. She nudges the tip of her nose against his cheek as her mouth brushes a light kiss to the line of his jaw. ] Almost makes this shitty safehouse feel like romantic getaway.

[ But whatever she says out loud, it's not like her priorities are all that different from his. She's the one that couldn't get as far as having her hair washed before pushing for this — and she's the one that can't help the urge to start rocking her hips now. The motion sloshes water precariously close to the rim of the tub, but Andy honestly couldn't give a damn. ]