Sophie lay draped across Bruce's chest, her skin still flushed and slick with sweat, their bodies cooling in the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains.
His fingers traced lazy circles along her spine as their breathing synced, slow and deep. She lifted her head, chin resting on his sternum, and smiled that mischievous, sated smile he loved.
"You're still tense," she murmured, voice husky from earlier cries. "All that flying, all that saving the world… let me take care of you." Her fingertips brushed his jaw. "Come on. Let me bathe you."
Bruce's brows lifted, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest, but he didn't argue. He let her pull him up, their legs tangling briefly as they stood. She led him to the bathroom, the cool tile underfoot a stark contrast to the heat still lingering between them.
While he leaned against the doorframe, watching her with dark, appreciative eyes, Sophie bent over the tub and turned the faucets.
