That soft praise, it seemed, worked to sooth his frazzled nerves and that aggression that lingered upon the very edge of his being in those moments. The spray of that water continued to draw his gaze, dark eyes flicking towards it before those touches against his chest seemed to distract his attention. Her fingers running over his chest were pleasant, the sensation curious to him and yet he wanted more of it all the same. He liked those touches. He liked the feel of it. The boy moving closer in search of that sensation with the water at least momentarily forgotten in some effort to keep that touch against him before lifting his own hand to his chest. Tobias attempting to mimic those touches as Raven offered them in turn, wiping that blood away from his chest, the action so seeming to please his mate. The boy desiring such things deep down. After all, he liked to please those around him. He liked to have their praise even if he hardly cared to admit to it.

His own hand reached abruptly forward for her own chest, pressing softly upon that heated skin before beginning to do as he had done to his own, wiping away at that blood, his mind so suddenly seeming to have understood the reason for those bubbles. Bubbles were for wiping. For touching. His mind solidifying that connection now and so combining it with that memory of pleasure and the warmth of that touch he enjoyed. The way in which Birdie so stilled beneath his touch hardly unnoticed, that soft sound of realisation coming from within him as that golden touch flickered but briefly within his gaze. A lopsided grin of sorts finding its way to his lips before that very realisation seemed to prompt genuine action from him at last- Tobias resting his hands upon her hips, pressing her abruptly backwards, moving through that dreaded water himself to press his lips firmly to her own and pin her against that wall in that passionate kiss. He had, finally, made that connection between that washing and pleasure. His mind sluggish to find its way between that haze of fear and yet, cunning as he always was, the boy had moved just so as to keep that water from him as he deepened that kiss.

One hand slid easily up her side, Tobias careful to keep that touch gentle, those fragments of thought reminding him of the way she had moved away from him. Tobias holding no desire to have her do so again and as such, his touch remained gentle. His ability to reason, it seemed, well intact tonight as that free hand slide further upward to that soft mound of flesh, Tobias softly caressing that skin and peak, his actions almost...instinctive in some fashion. No part of him desiring to harm her in any way. Those touches falling into a rhythmical pattern he so enjoyed, that moan stolen from her lips seeing his gaze glance upward. He liked that sound. An instinctive part of him responding readily to it her hands ran through his hair, washing it without his awareness- Tobias far too distracted. Her forehead lent against his own, his touches slowing, his own breathing slightly heavier in simple response to that situation. He didn't want to stop and yet his movements were so readily guided by her own in this. Tobias pausing as she did, his hands resting on her hips once more as his lips pulled away from her own, those quiet words seeing his head tilt slightly as he glanced towards that falling stream of water. He understood her words, at least, enough of them to perceive what she desired from him, his head simply shaking. This, tonight, was further then he had ever been within the shower, those few touches of water more than enough as far as his own mind was concerned. That distraction of her touch readily beginning to wear off. His mind rapidly becoming more aware of his situation, that fear beginning to tease at him again. His head shaking once more as his features frowned now. Those few moments of progress steadily beginning to come undone in the wake of that final push to have him stand beneath the water and yet....that water so blocked his way out. Tobias having moved to the back of the shower, entrapping himself beneath that fall of liquid as he merely glared at it now. His agitation hardly directed toward Raven in any sense. The boy far, far more irritated by that water alone as he scowled at it now.

He so disliked that feeling of fear, his mind unable to truly process it, fear so rapidly becoming lost in frustration and irritation and everything in between as he merely stared at that falling water Birdie so desired he stand within and yet that fear was, perhaps, so far beyond simple fear. Tobias so truly believing he would die within its embrace. His mind incapable of so logically seeing his mate within that stream unharmed. His desire to survive near paralysing him in those moments. How long he stood there for remained to be seen, his head simply shaking over and over again. The boy so unwilling to accept that he need only stand within it. He remembered. He remembered so much of that water, his gaze staring towards the liquid that pooled at his feet, that lack of distraction from his mate readily seeing his very heart beat start to quicken.

The touch of Raven's hands against his waist very near saw him freeze, the boy utterly rigid as she finally guided him beneath that water, each muscle held taut and tense, Tobias hardly breathing as his heart hammered within his chest before the man ceased to breath at all, his breath caught within his throat in that simple response to what he had learned. Water upon his head and face so signifying a need to hold his breath. The action instinctive. Tobias holding if for war too long as those almost whining sounds threatened to escape him. That sudden touch of Raven's lips to his own so forcing him to breath at last if only to attempt to return the gesture. A gasp of sorts leaving him, his mind fixating on Raven alone and those fingers that suddenly reached for his hair to rub that soap of out those damp black strands. Tobias returning that kiss eagerly as if he wanted that distraction before the water finally stopped. The boy entirely out of breath as he glanced upward at that shower before hurriedly climbing out of it, his hands reaching eagerly for that towel Raven offered him. Tobias wrapping himself within it, the boy readily rubbing at himself in an effort to remove that water, his dark gaze glancing up at her words- his features scowling softly.

"Only....like it...when....you kiss me."

That was the only part of the shower he was sure he had enjoyed. The man barely having noticed that water in those moments he had been far more captivated by her touch, Tobias assured he had not liked any other part of it at all. His regular demeanour seeming to return almost as soon as he was out of that cubicle. That fluffy towel hung about his neck.

"I...need more kisses now....too. Fifty...hundred million...."

Yes. More kisses. That was what he needed.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push