“Oh, that’s lovely,” Summer murmured, smiling. “I could get used to this.” She sniffed again, closing her eyes, then stretched luxuriously and threw back the covers. “Time is it?” She didn’t hang around for the answer, looping her hair in a swift, practised motion around her throat and padding into the bathroom. A ‘spang’ noise announced the escape of a hair clip through the bathroom door, and then she stalked out after it, one hand holding her hair on top of her head. “I do have time for a shower, right? It won’t take me five minutes.”
Victor’s gaze danced along her body as she stretched and then he smirked after her as she padded to the bathroom. “Of course love!” he shouted after her then took another sip of his coffee. He checked his watch; they still had 45 minutes before they really had to go again. Victor smiled to himself as he paused for a moment, he could get used to watching her get out of bed in the morning.
She took a swift shower, scrubbing hard and neatly, and emerged wrapped in a towel, her hair still pinned up on top of her head. She stole a quick kiss from Victor before putting her armor back on, piece by slow piece. Then she brushed her hair out, braiding it tightly, before perching on the end of the bed.
“Ready.”
He chuckled a bit as she stole a kiss from him and watched with fascination as she put her armor back on. Victor smiled as she perched on the bed and put his paper down. He stretched as he stood then made his way over to his uniform. He pulled his pants on first and then slipped into his boots. His long sleeved top came next before he wrapped his utility belt around his waist. Victor examined each and every one of his weapons before placing them in their respective places on his belt. “Wha’s your armor made of?” he asked while he strapped his knife to his calf and holstered his handgun.
“Battle steel over kevlar, threaded with copper. Why? I already told you it’s bulletproof and fireproof and a host of other things.” Summer folded her arms, tapping her fingers against the chestpiece. A smile dimpled her cheeks. “It won’t fit you, if that’s what you’re thinking, and even if it would I don’t recommend it. You wouldn’t like the results.”