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The first time Baz and Sophie shared a shower, it was about as awkward as could be expected.
Everything was fine to begin with - before the water was even on, things were getting steamy. Sophie was kissing Baz, doing something with her tongue that made Baz feel weak at the knees. And then, still kissing, they stumbled into the shower. Baz screamed.
"Snow! Crowley, the shower's nearly boiling! Why do you have the water so hot? Are you trying to melt me?"
Sophie at least had the audacity to blush. Although that might have just been the steam from the water.
"It's the middle of November! There's nothing wrong with a nice warm shower," Sophie protested.
"Yeah, a warm shower. Not a death trap! This is way too hot!" Baz complained. She recoiled from the scalding water and pressed her back up against the cool shower wall.
"Oh, so you think you know how to have a better shower? Go on then, show me how warm you like the water to be," Sophie said, crossing her arms.
Baz reached to the knob and turned the heat down to a bearable warmth. Sophie screeched and shied away from the water.
"Jesus, Baz! Why is it the North Pole in our bathroom? How can you possible keep warm in this? It's freezing!" Sophie shrieked.
"Calm down, Snow. This is a perfectly reasonable temperature for a shower," Baz replied, reaching for the shower gel (cherry-scented, Sophie's favourite) and cleaning her arms. Sophie scoffed.
"Seriously? Are you actually one of those superhero people who take cold showers and stuff?" Sophie asked, shivering slightly. Baz smirked.
"Yes."
*
Later that night, Sophie curled up behind Baz in their bed. (Sophie wasn't always big spoon - they switched it around pretty often.)
"I love you, you stubborn jerk," Sophie whispered into Baz's neck.
"I know," Baz whispered back, and she felt Sophie smile sleepily into her shoulder. "I love you too, Snow. Even if you do take obnoxiously hot showers."