"There's no rush," Sulu replied softly, lathering shampoo between his hands before reaching up to run them through Ianto's hair, fingertips scratching lightly at his scalp as he worked the lather through. "We've got plenty of time. The Enterprise doesn't run out of hot water, after all."

Sulu really didn't mind if Ianto never got around to the bodywash stage of things - he felt clean enough, considering, and he was just as lethargic as Ianto seemed to be. The water was warm and the steam was helping unwind his nerves; if there'd been enough room for both of them to lie down, Sulu would have probably suggested that they did exactly that. "When I finish up here, we could go lie down, if you want?"