You push on me, I'll push you back.

[Tatum Donnelly]

"Oh, silly me," Seraphim replied casually, stealing back the shampoo to lather up a second time as well. "I forgot you were the team slut, running round and letting it all hang out. Well, shouldn't you get to it? Your public awaits."

Placing the bottle aside, she leaned her head back into the water again, grinning over at the blonde. "You know I'm only kidding, darling. It's definitely a date. And our first, at that. Since we haven't officially.. well, had one. Who's paying? The lady with the job?"

[Leigh O'Conner]

"I object," Leigh noted, "to the term 'team slut'. Makes it sound like I've had sex with them, not that I'm not body shy. I mean, if Natasha's invitation is still open I could find out if you want," the blonde offered, making her blue eyes as big and round as she dared, feigning innocence.

"As for payment, you know I'll cover you, I did that pre-dating, pitiful-allowance-woman," she grinned. "And it's not like I don't have quite a chunk of savings yet. I never buy anything. I don't have anything I really need! Except, y'know, ice cream sometimes."

[Tatum Donnelly]

"You know, you could let monogamy make you body shy. Since you don't need to flaunt around me to get my attention anymore, you could stop showing off to the locker room," Sera suggested idly, rolling her own eyes at Leigh's feigned innocent look. "And I'd much appreciate it, on the topic of monogamy, if you didn't bang our captain, please."

Rinsing out her hair successfully, she reached for the washcloth again, bending over and rubbing absently at the dirt still caked to her knees. "Excellent, I love a woman with money, and I hate my allowance. I'll get a job soon," she replied, without looking up. "Since we'll have all of those silly milestones now.. one month, two month, six month, one year.. I liked it better when it was birthday, and Christmas. It stained my purse less."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh grinned, returning attention to showering herself, feeling far better. "Well, I've never been one for that whole mess. I mean, I'm all with the annual anniversary thing. But days weeks months? That's...way too much. And you know me, I don't need presents, really. I'm an immaterial girl in a material world.

"And I'm all for monogamy sir, I was just making the offer for you. You know I live to serve."

[Tatum Donnelly]

"Well, how am I supposed to know what's too much? I've never seriously dated before. I only have my home life to go on.. basically, my parents, your parents, Ophelia and Tatum, and.. well, previously, Michael and She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Those are the only relationships I had to go on," Sera explained, still scrubbing her knees. The mud was seemingly stubborn today. "Three of them are poor examples, for a range of reasons. Only your parents remain. And if we end up as happy as them, go us."

Finally straightening up, she began to rinse the cloth, wringing it out slowly. "Let's go with annual. It'll fit right into the calendar. Just once a year, although we can still.. count and or swoon over the other milestones, of course. I've never dedicated myself to a person before, it's a big deal to me. Hence monogamy, and no captain screwing. As pretty as she may be."

Pausing to lather the cloth again, the brunette raised an eyebrow. "Think she'd be into a threesome? Hm? Maybe?"

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh gave Sera a flat look. "You know how great I am at sharing, and you're really asking?" she asked doubtfully. "I don't think so.

"And we'll be every bit as happy as my psychotic parents. They have started a legacy. And when you own the world, it'll just be icing on the cake. And we shall celebrate every milestone. We just won't expect presents. Besides, isn't that what the sentimentality's all about? We'll have each other." She paused. "I'm as clean as I'm gonna get, sir. Let's get out of here. I need to shower," she tacked on teasingly.

[Tatum Donnelly]

"It's called sarcasm, mon amour. I'm twice as jealous as you are; she'd lose a hand before she got it on you," Sera replied quietly, grinning at the blonde. She reached over and gently tweaked the other girl's nose, before reaching for the faucets, turning off the water. "Let's blow this joint, and.. find some towels, before I freeze my ass off. Because I kind of already am," she suggested, arms crossing over her chest as she peered at Leigh, and suppressed a shiver.

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh grinned. "I like you possessive. Makes me feel all tingly," she said, smiling. Stopping just short of ogling her girlfriend (and she could not be blamed, damnit!) she reached a hand outside of their shower and pulled a towel from the hook where she'd set it. She handed it to Sera, and reached out for the second. Generally, she used one for her hair, one for the rest of her, but she liked sharing. Well, okay, she liked sharing with Sera. More or less. "Please don't freeze to death," she added. "I would be so depressed. Forever."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Good to know that I'm important, at least," Seraphim replied, taking the towel and drying off for a moment, before wrapping it comfortably around her body. Once Leigh had done the same, she pulled the curtain aside, stepping out. "Also good to know that you wouldn't just run off and marry Natasha, before I was even in the ground. Which is kind of what I was expecting, to be honest."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh laughed. "Are you kidding? I'd be so messed up, I'd go crazy-scientist. Or kidnap all the crazy scientists until I found a way to reanimate your corpse. Only you'd come back a zombie and end up murdering me in the end in some tragically cliche movie-thing. Probably. Or else it would work perfectly and we'd still go off hand-in-hand forever. And I wouldn't date Natasha. Ever, I promise. She's a little too like me sometimes. I don't need more brawn in my life. I need evil, brilliant, sexy ladies," Leigh draped an arm over Sera's shoulder and dropped a kiss on her temple. "And underwear, but that's different."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I'm so pleased to hear that, darling," Seraphim said simply, leaning momentarily into the arm, and the kiss she received. "And underwear, for the record, at completely optional. Don't feel forced or anything," she added, as she stepped over toward where their bags were piled outside of the shower. Holding her towel around herself, she unzippered her own, and pulled out a pair of jeans, before beginning to dig deeper to find the rest of her outfit.

They were some of the last girls in the room, since they had spent so much time joking and talking, and Natasha was just undressing to climb into a shower a few stalls down. Upon hearing her name, she glanced their way, but simply rolled her eyes and went back to getting ready to shower.

[Michael O'Conner]

Leigh grinned, and moved to dress herself. Pointedly, she first took out a pair of underwear -- with the Superman S on it and pulled them on. She grinned at them a little bit. Her mom always bought her crazy underwear at Christmas. Jungle themed, comic themed, flowers, whatever. She had the basics nude, black, and white, but Leigh didn't particularly mind looking silly in her underwear. The only person she really cared if they were looking was Sera, and Sera knew of her mother's penchant as well as anything, and hell, they were comfortable! She slid a bra on, clasped it with practiced ease, before throwing the towel on a bench and dressing in comfortable pants and a long-sleeved shirt. "Mm," she noted. "Clothes of the gods."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Clothes, oh so overrated. When they're covering a beautiful girl such as yourself," Seraphim replied softly, giving a dramatic sigh, as she fished her own panties out of the bag, followed by her bra. Glancing over at her girlfriend, she had to giggle a bit. "Nice underwear, Shout out to my Halloween costume, then?" she asked, as she pulled her own panties on, and then her bra. She slipped into her jeans with ease, buttoning them up, and grabbing her tee shirt out of her bag as well, pulling it over her head. Thankfully, she had remembered to pack a clean pair of socks, and she put them on next, followed by her sneakers, also thankfully dry.

[Michael O'Conner]

Leigh grinned at the compliment, ignoring the persistent fluttering in her stomach. Sera-compliments still got to her a little. Unavoidable. "Well, lesse," she considered. "Not unless we're reevaluating my mother's psychic abilities. I've had these forever. I should have worn them that night. Would have been too funny for words. But also visible through my white dress. So...probably a little funny in ways that lead to humiliation. No thanks." Roughly giving her hair a final towel-off, she then began searching in her bag for a hairbrush, which she found after a few minutes. It was another minute or so before the long hair managed to get itself under control, and she unwound an elastic band from it's handle. Pulling her hair up with one hand, elastic firmly in her teeth, she held out the brush with the other. "You want?" she asked through her clenched teeth.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I would have been oddly okay with that," Seraphim replied wryly, grinning at her girlfriend, as she laced up her sneakers. "And we've already agreed your mom is psychic. And she has the cutest taste in underpants, she always dresses you up so cute, under your clothes. You have some pretty cute bras, too. Although they look best on the floor," she murmured, before laughing. "Okay, cheesy, I had to say it."

Sera had toweled her own hair off a little more once she had fully dressed, and when Leigh offered her the brush, she nodded and took it gratefully. "Excellent, just what I needed," she replied, beginning to brush through her own long hair, slow and firm strokes. It usually tangled after she washed it, even with conditioner, and took time in order to tame. It could be a bit frustrating. "Thank you, love," she added, giving Leigh another little smile.