Inevitably catching his fleeing ladybug, her laugh was like a symphony to his ears.  But it was a symphony like no other.  Chryseum’s laugh pleased him in every manner imaginable.  It warmed his heart and bones.  Memories flooded his mind of all the good times they shared throughout their years together.  Thoughts and images, some naughty, were raised as he fondly recalled what made her laugh in the first place.  At times, her laugh instantly brought a laugh of his own, due mainly to its infectiousness.  But head and shoulders above it all, it never, ever failed to produce a smile, and he cherished her for this simple fact.<br/><br/>But now, however, his weakness displayed a clear intent within her heart and soul.  And really, who was Nebula to deny her this?  Any and all possible inclinations of protest were cast aside, as Chryseum grasped his t-shirt while deftly opening the door with her other hand.  Enjoying a rare bit of privacy for a change, though he still cursed the door for having no lock, her steamy looks and kisses tempted his libido while lighting the rest of his senses on fire.<br/><br/>Nebula was barely able to stifle a laugh as she accused him of how filthy his clothes were.  Which was a crock, of course, but he’d be a blooming moron at this stage to complain.  So he didn’t.  T-shirt successfully removed, Chryseum performed a fingertip dance upon the tattoos on his chest.  His spine cried out in agony, as tingling sensations raced up and down it.  Her devious smile was an obvious reminder as to who was the hunted, and who was the hunter.  He had no problem whatsoever in assuming the role of the doomed gazelle.<br/><br/>His tumbleweed then made short work of the drawstring securing his light pants, never hesitating to do the same to his boxer-briefs.  Finally!  His erect manhood could breathe some much-needed air, as it slightly twitched here and there, ready and willing for engagement.  Nebula was beside himself with elation that his cast-aside clothes could be worn another day!  Chryseum had, on more than one occasion, shredded whatever he’d been wearing on account of it temporarily blocking her from his body.<br/><br/>Up until now, Nebula had stood stock still while remaining silent.  He had no intention of disrupting in any way the deft magic she was demonstrating.  But then she moved, taking a step backward, accompanied by a question of washing her back.  Continuing her retreat toward the bathroom, clothing that she had just recently worn casually tossed aside like yesterday’s news, Chryseum inquired as to what he was waiting for.  This, he believed, deserved a verbal reply.  “I’m not waiting for anything, love.  I was just enjoying the view.  Can’t you tell?”<br/><br/>As she entered the shower, he flinched as he noticed she never bothered to warm the water before standing under the showerhead.  Nebula could tell by an oh-so-slight jerk of her body that she felt the initial coldness upon her skin.  Her request of warming her up was music to his ears.  A symphony, if you will.  Joining Chryseum in the now-hot shower, the irony was not lost on him that he was more in dire need of a cleansing than her.  Nevertheless, he did tease her about missed spots, so he believed it was now his duty to correct those missed spots.  And all points in between.<br/><br/>“Hey you,” he whispered, softly lowering his forehead to touch hers.  “This warm enough for ya?”  He kissed the tip of her nose.  Nebula was more than happy to kiss elsewhere, but her golden eyes held him in place.  Knowing exactly where it hung, he reached for the washcloth and fragrant bar of soap in the same motion.  It was time to get all sudsy on his peach.  Satisfied with the built-up lather he produced, the augmented couple simultaneously directed their annoyed attention to the intrusion nearby.<br/><br/>Lawson!  Soapy washcloth in hand, Nebula spun to face her, his horniness also joining in on the stare down.  Dr. Lawson gasped, while raising her left hand to her chest.  It was more than noticeable how she struggled to look into his eyes or right around his waistline.  Glaring at her while also taking note of where her attention lay, Chryseum took it upon herself to crisscross her arms in front of Nebula, denying the good doctor of any further visual enjoyment.  Dr. Lawson sputtered some nonsense and turned abruptly to leave.<br/><br/>Nearing laughter, Nebula faced his lover under the steamy shower, tightly embracing her at the same time.  He breathed into her left ear, “I so love you.”