"Mm. I would love to show it to you," he murmurs against her ear, pulling closer and shuddering slightly at the feel of her nails. He places a few slow, lingering kisses on her neck and cheek, then pulls back to look at her face again.

"Later, of course. However, I will not continue with our current activities until you have met your 'pesky organic' need for additional fluids," he teases, kissing the tip of her nose.

(He would be a gentleman and get it for her, but he did not know if she was planning on using the sonic screwdriver to manipulate the remaining water in some way, as it is probably still warm from when she was washing.)