The last of the orange juice was cool as she drank it straight from the bottle.   The empty jug found flight to the trashcan and Kenzie’s eyes settled back on Walter and Jules as his mouth worked its way down the brunette’s arm.  The affection between the two radiated through the room, warm and welcoming, and Kenzie felt a twinge of longing to be part of it.<br/><br/>She stretched her own arms over her head, working out the kinks in her muscles, nodding at Walter in agreement. “We’ll be filling up on empty until we do,” she added, motioning back to the coldbox.  “We don’t have much left at this point.”<br/><br/>Once his clothing was collected, Kenzie did the same, picking up her shorts and undergarments and wadding them into a ball.  Unlike Walter, she didn’t bother to put them back on.  A blush crossed her cheeks at Walter’s words, indicating the night was obviously not over.   But she remained silent, waiting as he slipped from the kitchen before turning to Jules with a look of what was next.  Jules’ suggestion of a shower - and a hot one at that - was exactly the indulgence she needed, and a smile crossed his lips as she followed the brunette down the hallway. “I could go for that hot water and some clean hair,” she added, relaxing as they stepped into the common cleaning area.<br/><br/>She had been impressed with how well Jules and Walter had done with their ship.  While many in the Federation Fleet were of the latest technology, the outcasts of society had to make due with fine tuning older models that lacked the electronics and systems that the most expressive of ships possessed.  Even so, they made it not only functional but comfortable, and far more cozy than the cold sleek monster that zipped across the heavens.<br/><br/>Jules had spent more than enough time on one of those.  The Ellie May was far preferred.<br/><br/>Water tumbled down, cold at first then slowly rising in temperature as Kenzie stepped in with Jules.  The hands caught her slightly off-guard at first, a small gasp tumbling from her lips, before she let herself melt into Jules’ caresses.  “I could get used to this,” she teased, leaning into kiss the other once more.   Then she reached for the shampoo and squeezed some onto her hands, melding them through Jules’ locks as she worked the woman’s hair clean.