She wanted to answer him as their foreheads touched but it was impossible with the way his eyes captivated her.  They weren’t gold like hers but then again she wasn’t sure if the color of her eyes was even natural.  Neb’s eyes were a light golden brown.  Or maybe hazel.  There were moments when she’d find herself contemplating the exact shade of his eyes, moments where he always had to bring her focus back to the here and now.<br/><br/>His reach for the washcloth was felt rather than seen as she stepped closer into his embrace.  The scent of the soap was strong.  The pair had tried lobbying their keepers for something not so smelly but they had been ignored.  It didn’t bother the humans so why should it bother them?<br/><br/>Goosebumps of anticipation had just formed along her spine when an unwelcome intruder caught their attention.  Chryseum’s brow furrowed slightly; the sound of the shower must have masked the sound of an approaching Lawson.  It wasn’t often that someone was able to sneak up on the couple.  Their impending “activities” seemed to have distracted them.  Ever observant, she was less than thrilled at how Lawson couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from below Neb’s waist.  A soft growl rumbled in her chest as she covered her mate possessively and stared the scientist down until she left.<br/><br/>Thank god for her man and his embrace because, without it, it would be been virtually impossible to resist the urge to chase after Lawson and make it quite clear that the woman should stay away from her man.  It was those four words whispered in her left ear that calmed the growing anger, her natural reaction to turn into his voice, nuzzling her cheek against his.<br/><br/>“I love you,” she murmured.  Her hands were busy caressing his sides, the simple touches slowing her breathing and soothing her.  Yet at the same time, she wanted him.  That was the point of the mad dash from the cafeteria and the joint shower.  Chrys leaned in to kiss him, lips molding together, her tongue seeking his out.  Once he was fully engaged in the liplock, she plucked the soapy washcloth from his hand and set about cleaning her stinky lover.<br/><br/>She started simply enough, sliding the soapy bit of fabric along his shoulders and upper arms.  Then under his arms, tickling him on purpose for a few brief seconds before scrubbing his ribs.  The soap made their bodies slick where they pressed together, chests slipping against each other.<br/><br/>The washcloth slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.  Soapy hands made their way down his ribs to his hips.  She took her time under the guise of helping him get clean to drag her fingers against his skin, knowing the light touch would send shivers down his spine.  She could smell his desire and it only heightened her arousal.<br/><br/>Her arms wound around his neck as she pulled him down for a kiss, turning at the same time into the shower wall.  Her shoulder blades rested against the tile as her hips pushed forward into his.  She felt him hot and hard pressing against her stomach and it made her moan against his lips.  Chryseum’s right hand went wandering, heading down toward his hip, gripping it tightly and pulling him into her harder.  Her left slipped to the back of his head, fingers playing through his hair before giving it a gentle tug.<br/><br/>The kiss was broken as she pulled back to press her forehead to his lips then looking up at him with lust-filled eyes and a hidden smirk.  “Bed or shower tonight?”  The shower would be fun and they wouldn’t even have to move.  The bed held a certain attraction too especially given that they had made a joking challenge to each other a few weeks ago to see if they could break the bed.  Even if they couldn’t, it would certainly be fun to try.