The water soaks through the thin cotton of her t-shirt, making it cling to her body as she ducked her head beneath the steady spray of cold water. She is prepared for the jerk of his body, the anger but she doesn't move. Wiping wet hair plastered to her face from her eyes, she pressed her hand against his chest and made a soft tch noise at him.

"No you won't," Cass murmured, shifting back on his lap. Her hands were soft, gentle as she touched him. "Kaine..."