Domik slowly shut the door with one hand, staring transfixed at the mirrors above the bed.
“I don’t want to know what kind of stuff has gone on in here, but I really need a shower.” She pointed at the leopard print coverlet that had seen better days. “I’m going to hope this is clean.”
She walked toward the bathroom and laughed. “Dom!”
He raced into the room after her, and suddenly it felt as if they were back in the escape pod. They were crowded in close together, with barely enough room to turn around.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, staring around the room with his plasma pistol at the ready.
“Nothing. Well, except for this crime against interior decorating,” she gestured at the walls, which, unsurprisingly, were covered with mirrors.
“Oh. Now I understand,” Domik said, holstering his pistol. “You’re the view.”
CJ’s breath caught as she stared up at him, hands braced against the bench behind her. There didn’t seem to be enough room in this bathroom for the two of them, something which Domik seemed to realize a few seconds later, backing out of the room.
He bumped his head on the door frame and, mumbling an apology, lifted a hand to rub it as CJ grimaced in sympathy. “I’ll just… wait.” He mumbled and left, shutting the door behind him.
The door opened again quickly, a large bronzed hand thrusting the torch at her.
“Thank you.” She took the torch and placed it on the floor so the light shone on the ceiling, lighting up the room.
What was that all about?
CJ looked at the closed bathroom door in confusion. It was almost as if he had felt the same attraction to her and been uncomfortable in the space.
But no, he couldn’t… could he?
Shaking her head, she quickly undressed, piling her clothes on the floor near the door.
The room had been made up ready for the next guests, so there were towels and soap, which she sighed in relief at seeing.
There was a spa bath with a shower over the top, around the edges lined with those mirrors, and she stepped into the spa to turn the shower on. Bracing herself for cold water, she was pleasantly surprised to find there was hot available, steam filling the room and fogging the mirrors.
CJ quickly lathered the soap and scrubbed her skin, ridding herself of all the ash and dirt that had caked her skin. She quickly rinsed, not knowing how long the hot water would last and wanting to leave some for Domik.
Stepping out of the shower, she wiped the steam away from the mirror and stood naked, looking at herself for the first time in a long time. She wasn’t one to stare at herself in the mirror, and on the Zataras she had so little time between missions that she just crashed when she got to her room. And you could forget about looking in the mirror in the gym change rooms. She was more interested in getting in the shower than staring at herself in the mirror.
So it was with fresh eyes that she surveyed her naked form. She was pale from spending so little time in the sun, her tan lines from the one week she’d spent on a Taurean beach during leave now faded to barely nothing.
Dropping the towel to the floor, she turned one way, then the other, casting a critical eye over her muscled body.
As a teenager she had hoped for breasts how some girls hoped for a pony, jealously looking on while her friends gained the attention of boys. As she grew older and her chest barely increased, she realized that smaller boobs were sometimes a benefit. She barely had to wear a bra, her sports crop giving enough support during exercise.
CJ ran her hands down her sides, tracing her fingers over her taut stomach and over the slight flare of her hips. She turned side on, cocking her head to one side as she assessed the swell of her ass. She might not have much in the breast department, but she sure had an ass that didn’t quit.
She gave a short chuckle, turning away from the mirror to hang her towel over the rack and grab a toothbrush from the cup on the bench and clean her teeth.
When she was finished, she eyed her filthy clothes on the floor and wrinkled her nose. She did not want to put those back on. Not now that she was clean.
Padding the few steps to the door in her bare feet, she opened it a crack and peered out. “Dom?”
A shifting of shadows was all the notice she had that he had moved, and she gasped as he appeared in front of the door, his huge body lit by the faint vertical beam of light from the bathroom behind her.
His dark eyes glowed in the light, and her breath caught as she tipped her head back to look up at him.
“Uh. Towel?”
Oh, dear god. Forget how to speak, much?
