[Warning - Spice ahead]
Steam clung to his skin as Chris stepped out of the shower, water still tracing slow paths down his shoulders, a towel slung low around his hips. He half-expected Dax to be there already, waiting in the warm haze like a promise he'd been making all evening.
The suite was empty.
For a moment he frowned, listening. The room held only the muted hum of the palace at night and the faint echo of running water… from the other bathroom.
Oh.
A slow smile curved his mouth.
He padded across the carpet, following the sound, and stopped at the open doorway. Through the steam, he could make out Dax under the spray, head tipped back, water darkening his hair, and the lines of his body relaxed in a way that rarely happened when the world was watching.
Dax sensed him before he heard him. He lowered his chin slightly and turned just enough for one dark blonde brow to lift in quiet inquiry.
A question without words. 'What do you plan?'
