"Mm." He has indeed noticed--and was thankful for it, as most people's showers are a bit too short for him to wash his hair without hunching up like a gargoyle (including the one at John's place). The thought of Molly on her feet in the shower, knees trembling and the shower head between her legs, is a mental image he'll likely revisit very soon.

His tongue flicks against her clit, teasing and promising, and she's so wet he can easily slide his index finger into her as well. The tip of his ring finger rests just next to her entrance, providing a little extra pressure as the other two fingers fuck her slowly.