She wriggled out of the one piece, leaving her in a pair of blue panties. They were more functional than sexy but she certainly made up for that with her firm rear stretching the thin material. Just above the waistband was an old scar, a divot in her gray skin just above the curve of her ass directly over her spine. There was a similar one on her abdomen as if something had impaled her, something powerful enough to get through reinforced skin, muscle and bone. Such an injury would normally make her a paraplegic but she was walking just fine, putting a little sway in her hips as she smiled over her shoulder at him.<br/><br/>There were no feelings here. Nothing between them besides a common occupation, similar origin and a willingness to work together. It was very possible he would try to kill her, for money or otherwise, some time in the future. But for now, they were allies and he was hot. But he seemed more intent on sleeping on the couch. She would have welcomed his body heat beside her in bed. It always relaxed her. Sometimes during the good old days, before a mission, one of the boys would just crawl in bed with her. She missed that sometimes, especially when Cleo was working and Beretta couldn't snuggle up with her. Still, maybe it was for the best.<br/><br/>"Shame," she said from the hall doorway. Her breasts were grey like the rest of her, nipples a bit darker. "I'm usually pretty horny when I wake up. If you were beside me when I do, I might have guzzled down your nut. Oh well." She grinned and disappeared, entering her bedroom. It was pretty spartan, reminiscent of her quarters during the military. She burrowed under the covers and closed her eyes.