Plasia was pacing, back and forth, back and forth, in front of the washroom door. The sound of rushing water and soft humming resonated from inside.
She fidgeted with her fingers, wringing them out, then tapping them lightly against her knuckles. Her heart was pounding in her chest, blood rushing through her veins, urging her forward.
Come on, Plasia. You've done the hard part! She's agreed... I just...
She stopped and leaned against the cold, metal wall, taking a deep mouthful of warm recycled air and blowing it back out, through pursed lips.
I-I should probably wait for him to get out of the shower first... But...
A bulge was forming at her crotch from the mere thought of him, pressing tightly against the soft fabric of her black leggings. A glimmer of guilt flickered through her mind, a rush of desperation pulled at her, it felt like her skeleton was about to be pulled from her body if she refused to move towards him. Through the blood rush, however, she remained where she was and shook her anxiety out, flapping her hands in front of her.
Back in control, she straightened her back out and stood before the door with a firm nod, moving to tap on it gently. But, just as her hand finally raised to knock against the metal, the door suddenly retracted, opening to reveal the washroom.
It was a pleasantly clean room, with large, dazzlingly white tiles that slanted just slightly into a polished metal gutter which divided the room in two, no more than a silver slither. The floor intermittently pulsed with a flash of blue light, cleaning it thoroughly and instantaneously. There were no random puddles of cold, nasty water, or leftover dirt and grime from the feet of other visitors - just the self-cleaning, dazzling shared shower unit. The walls were lined with a couple of silver shower heads each, with a control panel below each, as was to be expected. Water from this washroom would be pumped out into the ship's water cleaning systems, which the gang had confirmed already could flush the czarite's corruptant out without issue; it seemed to cause a little extra strain on the filters and dump tanks, but nothing that the system couldn't deal with.
Plasia's hands shot up to her face, trying to cover her eyes as her gaze landed on the lizard. Diego was currently bouncing between two of the shower heads, swinging his tail around with one hand like a singer might with a wired microphone. His ears sprung to attention as he heard the door open and he spun around, half-coated in bubbles and soaking wet.
"D-Diego! I'm so sorry! I-meant-knock-first-I-just-the-door-just-"
"Oh, hey, Plas!" He chirped happily, seemingly unphased, washing the bubbles off his skin in one of the steamy streams. "Always enjoy a nice, hot shower! You popping in for a clean?"
"I-Is it a good time? To talk to you?" Her cheeks flushed cherry red, as she peeped through her fingers at his abs - and his manhood - before landing quite firmly on the tiles of the washroom. The redness across her face only intensified the longer she stood in his presence.
"Sure! Is something up?" He shuffled slightly so that one of the two streams was landing squarely on his back, and wriggled around on the spot as the water tickled his smooth scales.
"Uhm... Maybe? I-I have a proposition for you..."
He tilted his head sharply, a small blush now gracing his face.
"A-A proposition?" He asked, his lips barely moving.
Plasia steadied herself, clenching her eyes shut but taking one step further into the washroom. Despite Diego's enthusiastic shower tactics, the tiles under her feet were completely dry and warm.
"I-I have spoken to Seeth, just now. A-About our situation. O-Our urges..."
"Yeah? Is she, uh... how's she doing? Her legs holding up okay?"
"Oh, y-yeah she's healing really well!" Plasia replied. "She said she was gonna take a nap after I left, I-I think this whole... thing has really t-taken it out of her. B-But..." Plasia gripped tightly at her t-shirt, digging her fingers into the fabric. "I-I don't know how you'll feel about it... but Seeth has agreed t-that -"
She took another deep breath, blowing the slightly steamy air out through her pursed lips once more. Diego watched her closely.
"If y-you agree... that we can... you know... she's cool if we..."
This-is-so-stupid-I-can't-believe-I'm-doing-this-I-should-have-let-him-finish-his-shower-I'm-such-a- dumbass-he's-gonna-say-no-this-is-gonna-be-really-awkward-afterwards-I've-fucked-up-so -
She suddenly felt a warm, reassuring pressure enclose around her hands.
Her trembling eased. The intrusive thoughts stopped.
Slowly, she opened her eyes to see Diego stood right in front of her, his fingers squeezing hers.
"You... asked Seeth if it's okay if we have sex?" He asked, greeting her worried expression with a shy smile.
"M-More or less."
"Plas... are your urges hurting you? I can help, I'm happy to be your relief!" He smiled, showing a little fang.
"N-No. No. It's not just urges -"
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!? YOU HAVE WHAT YOU WANT, STOP TALKING! Plasia's brain screamed at her, but she continued to run her mouth ahead of her thoughts, grasping the smaller male's hands tightly and leaning down, bringing her face closer to his.
"I... I really like you, Diego. I don't really know how to express it... but... I don't want this to just be... relief... I... I don't even know what I'm saying. I just -"
A pair of soft lips pressed up against her own.
Heat rushed to the surface of her skin.
His scales were so smooth against her body, and it was getting too much to handle. The bulge in her pants began to throb painfully. She kissed him back without hesitation, pushing her plump sapphire lips against his face and, in just that brief second, her anxiety was quelled.
Gently, Diego pulled back with a quiet *smack* as their lips parted, leaving both of them blushing furiously in the bright fluorescent light of the washroom.
