If that was the case, then being able to be the one doing the showering was quickly becoming Raye's favorite part of the night as well.

Her hand continued its quest, slipping further up beneath Rakka's shirt and dragging the material up with it. She took in the feeling of soft skin for a moment, her own hand a little rougher from months of fighting but no less caring and tender for it. After awhile it dropped back down, fingers moving against Rakka's hip to gather up the fabric of her skirt a little, just enough for her to press one leg up between Rakka's. Her other hand moved as well, closing around that wing as her fingers continued to work over that sweet spot. Not a tight, or painful grip by any means but certainly enough to kick up the sensation a little.

"Hmm.. what's so funny?"