Opening the door, Legates entered the dark room and dropped his bag next to the door. He walked to the bed, flopped down with a grunt and began unlacing his boot. Michelle remained silent watching him, wondering when he'd notice she was there. After getting his boots off, Legates walked to the bathroom, pulling off clothes and throwing them into a pile as he moved.
Michelle's eyes widened and she was sure that she should say something. Nah, she'd enjoy the view. Was he wearing banana underwear? Were there seriously bananas on his underwear? Her mouth fell open when he stopped in front of his pile of clothes and pulled off his underwear. When he got in the bathroom, he closed the door, turned on the shower and stepped in. Michelle sat on the couch in his room, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. For a trained sniper he didn't seem to be aware of her presence on his couch.
She smacked her hand over her mouth and giggled. Ten minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and began digging through the duffel he brought from the base. He was reaching for his towel when he heard a soft cough.
Turning swiftly, his eyes scanned the room. His eyes landed on Michelle sitting on the couch near the window. Relaxing his shoulders, he put his hands on his hips and grinned.
“Paying me back for breaking into your room?” He asked her with a chuckle.
“I was waiting for you to come back,” she said, after clearing her throat. His neck straightened and he looked at her in surprise.
“You saw me?” He asked, jerking his thumb towards the door.
“Honey, you're larger than life. How could I miss you? And, yes, I do mean all of you,” she said, with a purr that was laced with laughter.
“Hey! Don't talk about those regions of my body while laughing. You'll hurt my feelings,” he said, pouting.
She snorted and stood up, walked to the door and turned on the light. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light. She walked back to the couch and eyed the water running down his chest. Legates looked down and shrugged.
“I don't wear clothes in the shower,” he said. She grinned and raised one eyebrow.
“I hope not. I also hope there's other times you don't wear them,” she said. He scowled at her for teasing him.
“You'd better stop that, young lady,” he said, putting his hands on back on his hips.
His muscles bunched across his chest and arms when he did that. Her eyes got wide and her mouth spread in an even wider grin. Her eyes were drawn the the two intertwined dragons that were tattooed on his chest. They twined around his nipple. She sat on the couch, pulled her feet up to the side and leaned on the arm. (To the left, yeah that's the picture I used for his tattoo)
Legates watched as she made herself comfortable on the couch in his room. His mind started wandering to places that involved lots of skin, very little clothes and the taste of her skin.
“Earth to Josh,” she said, hiding her laughter at his obvious reaction to his thoughts.
“Huh? Wha?” He said snapping back to the present.
He caught the knowing look on her face and he blushed. Turning around, he grabbed his pajama pants and headed to the bathroom.
“Make yourself at home, oh wait, you already have,” he said, teasing her as he headed to the bathroom.
She leaned her head on her hand and her elbow on the arm of the couch. He reappeared a few moments later wearing a pair of green and black plaid flannel pants. They hung low on his hips and shifted lower as he moved. She saw a thin love trail that started below his bellybutton and traveled south. The dark hair was just barely there.
“Planning on giving me a peep show? Cos you are about to lose your pants,” she said with a leer. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he looked at her.
“I can if you'd like. Whatever you want I'll give you,” he said, bowing and putting his hand over his heart.
She stretched her neck seeing if she could catch another glimpse while he was bowing. She pouted when she couldn't. His eyes twinkled with laughter at her pout.
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