Similar to her display at the inside of the front door, Diego stepped out of his clothes on the way to the bathroom. He didn't have on his usual vigilante getup. Between the army/navy surplus store and the Salvation Army, he'd gotten a good pair of steel-toe boots and worn clothes to work in. They did the job of keeping him mostly free of injury and debris.

Jessica might feel a rush as the water hit him. She'd gotten it to the perfect temperature which helped melt away some of the stiffness in his muscles, similar to the shoulder rub she'd given him in the factory. His hands went for the soap and immediately lathered up. He started to get hard just from what he'd seen of her while eating but now Diego was fully erect.

"I don't think it's the water you really like," he called back.

Soapy hands teased his length a little before forcing himself to stay focused on getting all dirt, grime and paint off his skin and hair. His face had more than a five o'clock shadow while his hair was a little shorter than he usually kept it so it didn't take long to scrub himself clean.

Diego used a towel to dry himself from the head down, wrapping it low around his hips to walk into the bedroom. Not even the weight of the towel could hide how happy he was to see her. There still was a tiredness in his eyes but also a familiar heat that had nothing to do with the water he showered in.