JANE SHEPARD: SHELTER. RUSHING THROUGH THE RAIN TOGETHER TO FIND SHELTER, THE SENDER AND RECEIVER, BOTH DRENCHED TO THE SKIN IN THE DOWNPOUR, FIND THEMSELVES GETTING FRISKY IN THE SHELTER OF A SHITTY MOTEL ROOM. there was something eye opening about being drenched in cold rain. icy droplets awakened the senses, even as the two agents ran down the street, having abandoned the car who's engine decided to give up on them, just like everyone else had. fin wasn't one to complain about the weather ( there were plenty of other things to complain about ), but by the time they had reached the door of their motel room, finely was ready to curse nature itself. he didn't get that far. in the dim lights of the room, fin begins taking off his coat, only to catch jane doing the same. he can admit that his eyes wander along her torso, the way her button up shirt clings to her breasts and waist. there's a moment when fin simply stands there, staring, but once he's caught, he feels as if he does what any sane man would do. he walks over to his partner, reaching out large hands to begin to undress jane, uncaging her chest from the uncomfortable dampness of her shirt. beneath, the skin glistens with the same rainwater that drenches them both, and fin brushes a thumb against the wet, glancing up at jane after he does so. 'thought you might need some help,' are his only words, as a hopeful gleam settles into his eyes. @solesoldier.