"Need it. Need you. Please," she whispered, hands twining through his sopping wet hair, gripping tight. With a groan, he tightened his hold on her hips and took her mouth with his. Water poured, steam rose, tongues tangled. Her moan when he slipped his hands around to grip her ass was soft, his groan when she reached between them to pump his cock was not. Leaning away, breathing heavily, Draco whispered, "Turn around," and guided her towards the built in shower bench. With a last press of her lips to his, she turned, reaching her arms up and back to twine around his neck, pressing her ass into his aching cock. His own hands came up, skimming, feather light, over her bruised ribs before cupping her breasts, fingers plucking at her peaked nipples.