The mad dash through the halls quickly made her forget the Assholes that had so rudely insulted her and her man.  They couldn’t help that they had been<i>created</i>.  There was no point in being so disparaging.  There was a point when Chrys would have dwelled on what they had said and questioned Doctor Nowak endlessly.  She had learned over the years to find other ways to gather information when the good doctor would do nothing more than provide curt responses to the myriad of questions.<br/><br/>She laughed when he caught her and whirled her around, falling back against his door and pulling him against her.  He was the only one for whom she laughed; he was the only one for whom she let her guard down.  Her right hand grabbed a fistful of his shirt as her left reached behind her to grab the doorknob.  A twist of her wrist and they fell into the room.<br/><br/>Her teeth raked across her bottom lip as their eyes met.  Fingers slowly released the handful of cotton as she stepped forward, rising to her toes to brush her lips gently across his.  He still tasted faintly of that pork adobo he had been shoveling into his face.  Chrys licked her lips then stole another kiss, letting this one linger a second or two longer.<br/><br/>“Your clothes are filthy,” she pointed out even though they really weren’t.  It was an excuse, a lame one at that but her Nebula would not question her too much, if at all.  Always the helpful one, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head then discarded it somewhere on the floor.  Gentle fingers ran slowly across the myriad of tattoos decorating his chest as she peeked up at him.  The smile she offered was anything but angelic as her fingers began to tiptoe down his torso to the waist of the scrub-like pants he was wearing.  They were tied tightly, presumably to keep them from falling down as he was put through his physical tests.  Chryseum didn’t care; she simply tugged on the end of the knot until it gave way.  The pants dropped to his ankles on their own with nothing to hold them up.  Without his pants in the way, she made quick work of his underwear until he was naked except for the bottoms pooled around his feet.<br/><br/>“Wash my back?” One step backward then two then one more before she turned to saunter towards his bathroom.  As she walked away from her inked up hunk, she shed her clothes, enticing him as more and more of her toned body came into view.  First the tank top.  Then her bra.  Her pants were much tighter but she managed to push them down before walking right out of them.  Underwear followed next.  There was a brief pause as she glanced back over her shoulder.  “Come on.  What are you waiting for?”<br/><br/>Without waiting, Chrys entered the bathroom and turned on the shower.  The initial spray of water was cold but she didn’t wait.  It didn’t bother her as much as it would a normal person but despite that, goosebumps rose all over her body.  “Neb...warm me up, baby..”  She practically purred the words as she peeked around the curtain to see where he was.