Samara woke up in her bed just a while before Regan had woken up. She rubbed her tired eyes for a moment before sitting up in her bed. She was spent. She and Regan had been doing this and that for so much these last few days and she was tired. She did not mind doing it, she even quite liked it. She had not gotten addicted like she feared at first, but she did like it a lot. She sighed to herself and got out of the bed and walked over to the shower in her room.
She looked into the mirror at her naked form. She stroked her body a few times to see if something had changed. She noticed that she had gotten more sensitive, but there was no other changes to her body. She turned on the faucet and walked into the shower. Despite the existence of absolute decontamination, she still preferred to take normal showers.
It took a while to shower since she liked the warm water, and the shampoo and soap smelled quite nice. After finishing, she dried her body and put on her normal dress. Despite Samara and Regan seeing each other naked quite often, Samara was still too shy to walk around in the nude, or even her underwear. She could smell a nice scent from the kitchen and walked towards it. She saw Regan cooking and walked up to her and kissed her cheek.
"Good morning Regan."
"Ah, good morning, sweetie." Regan turns to face Samara, smiling warmly and giving her a soft, chaste kiss on the cheek. Then then hands her a plate full of french toast, already spread with butter and syrup. "Here's yours. Have yourself a seat, hm?" She nods softly before grabbing her own plate and turning off the flame, before having herself a seat, as well. She sighs softly as she does and starts to eat, her tail flicking gently beside her. "How much longer, do you think? Until we reach that shipyard..." She leans back in her chair as she eats, bringing her plate closer to her so she doesn't drip anywhere. "It'd be nice to just be able to jump straight home..."
((Short but oh well! >w< ))
Samara was surprised that Regan did not kiss her with more passion like she had done ever since that first night. She was actually kind of sweet and cute. Samara smiled softly while she accepts the plate of toast. She was still not used to human cooking, but she was getting there, ever so slowly. She sat down as instructed in one of the chairs near the table and inched the toast closer, not having eaten syrup before. It was an odd taste, sugary and sweet, yet sticky and slow moving. It...was interesting to eat to say the least for the Asari.
"If my calculations are correct, today sometime, probably in an hour. I almost lost track of time..." she blushed deeply "since we are doing -that- so much..." Samara kept eating the toast while blushing, not registering Regan's last statement in her mind. Even so, Samara also longed for home. She had been gone for longer than what she was supposed to be. Her parents were probably worried beyond belief right now. She wondered.....what they would say once she told them about Regan and their plans for the future.