Vying for the Night

Wrapped snugly in her quilt with only her face exposed, Marcella couldn't resist glancing at a very particular spot on Xander.

"So... what do you plan to do about that?" she asked.

Xander's gaze flickered downward briefly, then he shrugged. "Cold shower. I'll manage."

When he emerged from the bathroom, he unlocked the door and said, "Ms. Vance, I'll wash you. Ask Cassian to brew some chamomile tea