He almost reached out a hand to run along Poe's side, from shoulder to hip- but no. If he did that, he wasn't certain he'd stop again. It was time to keep the mission objectives in mind. First he kicked his sopped wet clothing out of the shower, leaving them on the floor to deal with later. Then the water was finally adjusted, down to a nice, manageable heat instead of the relentless inferno.

There, good. Well done, soldier.

Then he finally gave in, tracing with both thumbs the lines of Poe's neck, down along his collar bones, then curling his fingers around the man's ribs and running his palms down until his hands come to rest on his hips.

"Still perfect."