Her eyes flutter shut as they kiss, lashes brushing against his cheekbones. They don't open until the weight of his head settles against hers. She realizes that even she could afford to run the shower forever, the water is cold by now. Their combined heat isn't going to change that. She reluctantly draws away from him to turn it off. Neither seem in a rush to leave, but Elektra knows she better take the lead on it. They might actually stand here for an hour otherwise.

Her hands go to a mess of soaked curls that she rings out. She steps out of the shower feeling sated and tired. She retrieves a towel to dry off with, tossing another Frank's way, before concerning herself with drying off. It isn't until she has a towel wrapped around her middle that Elektra breaks the comfortable silence again. "Could you dry my hair?" She offers him another towel. Elektra may never allow herself the luxury of missing anything, but that doesn't mean those needs don't lurk beneath the surface. She isn't any less starved for touch no matter what lies she tells herself.