"I hate smellin' you on me, all day."

She could hear the water sloshing around in the tub. The smallest sound of the water hitting the tile of the bathroom floor just made her shut her eyes and shake her head. With her back to him, she couldn't exactly see everything going on, but she could catch the lift of his eyebrow and the faces he was making in his reflection in the mirror.

"Quit fussin' around."

There was an exasperated sound that came from him, a look that matched it was met in the mirror. Winona ignored it for the most part, twisting her hair up off the back of her neck and pinning it in place. "You're gonna get the water all over the place."

"Did you drop, maybe, an Alka-Selzer tab in here?"

The smirk that hit her features was soft amusement as she glanced over her shoulder at him, "It's just bath salts. Ease up, it's not gonna kill you."

All Raylan did was fidget around more. He'd had rules about the whole bath scenario. While he was all for having her damp body leaning against him, he was more for the shower or even that sweat-slick of her skin after earning a bit of leaning against him. The rules had been amusing though as she watched him discern with a sound and resolute "No." to all of the floral and fruity things she'd had lining the tub. He'd allowed the mint and the vanilla because she managed to convince him that by morning it wouldn't be something he'd smell on his skin. Of course, the mint had been bath salts - of which - he was currently experiencing their... unique property.

Turning around, she canted her head down at him, "I swear, you're actin' like you're allergic to a bath."

"Winona, the last time I took a bath was around the time when I was still the age that was worried about gettin' soap in my eyes."

She smirked at him, watching him shift again as she dropped the robe off her shoulders. It hit the floor, pooling near her ankles. Her knee bent, lifting her foot up off the ground to slip into the tub with him, but his hand rose to protest.

"Hold on. How d'I know that you gettin' in here isn't gonna spill half the water outta here?"

There was something about how his eyes weren't meeting hers as he asked the question. They were raking up her body, lingering around some of his favorite places to linger. The tips of her toes eased back to the tile, keeping her knee bent as she allowed him the time to look at her.

"Raylan?"

There was a soft smirk that hit his mouth, quirking his lips up at the corner as he drew his attention to her eyes. "Hmm?"

Letting her head tip to the side, she smiled softly at him, "Can I get in now, or are you gonna need a few more minutes?"

The exhale that came from him was one of content and Winona moved to join him in the tub. The water level rose and he made a wary sound, but she just dismissed it as she eased into the water, turning to let her back rest to his chest and being mindful of limbs and other such extremities. Winona sighed, letting the warmth of the water and the strength of Raylan behind her ease her day away.

"See? Isn't this nice?"

"I'm not sure how I'm s'posed to get clean..."

Her hand skimmed against his thigh, brushing a soft touch to him.

"... or relaxed."

"Just be quiet for a bit, Raylan."

Of course, asking him to be quiet was just making him fidget more, which in turn made Winona's hand try to get him to stop moving. She wasn't trying to be difficult, but she'd asked for this one thing and he was making it into a big ordeal. Shutting her eyes, she tried to just let the warmth of the water ease her back into a state of calm.

Then his mouth brushed to her neck.

"Raylan..."

"You wanted me to be quiet."