The Hazmat Shower's Aftermath
Just a little plot bunny that was on my mind since the episode 4x4. I rewatched it, yet again. Lol. The hazmat shower was just hot. Ok, I admit I'm weird. And I wanted to write a lighthearted Greg/Sara's drabble which is less than 1000 words.
Just enjoy!
Greg has thought about the Hazmat shower ever since he returned to the lab with Sara. The comment she made about seeing everything brought blood to both his face and his lower body. The part when she gone 'gosh' was flattering. She teased him further when they entered the locker room.
"For a guy, you had perky ass." She smiled and winked. Her eyes glued to his ass.
He blushed madly. There was nothing else for him to do other than blushing and nodding.
"Well... I think you're pretty well – " she paused and shrugged. Refusing to continue the conversation, she headed for the shower room.
"Well what?" Greg could not help but asked. Was she going to say well-endowed?
"I'm not going to say, Greggo. Your ego is larger than the size of Texas now."
"Sara… I thought you just showered?" He never knew why Sara loved showering so much. Sometimes she would be the last to leave the lab to enjoy a hot shower.
"There's no such thing as too many showers."
When she entered the shower room, she peeled off her dark blue overalls and threw them on the floor. Her cotton bra and panty soon join them piled up in a rumpled heap.
Cotton undergarments are more useful in sweltering Las Vegas. They absorbed moisture and did not chafe her skins. The lacy ones caused her to scratch herself every time she wore them.
"Sara – " Greg entered the shared shower room without any much thinking. He wanted to clarify what Sara was going to say when she mentioned 'well – '
His heart jumped out of his mouth when he saw Sara Sidle checking her nude reflection.
His breathing quickened and there was a tension in his pants.
"GREGORY HOJEM SANDERS!" Sara screamed when she realized Greg was staring at her reflection too.
"Get out!"
He stood there, glued to the floor.
During the hazmat shower, he did not dare to peek. Fearing that a small peek, it would betray his body. His buddy was not cooperative with him these days. Often standing to attention when he least needed.
But Sara Sidle was now standing in front of him. And she was very exposed.
Her body was exactly like what he had imagined.
Firm, round and bouncy twin peaks.
Dusty pink nubs added more dimension to her breasts.
Long, curvaceous legs that never seemed to end.
A dark triangle patch covered her most private part.
"Sara," his voice was hoarse.
"You're beautiful."
He closed the distance between them, and wrapped his arms around her chest.
He let his hand graze her soft breasts.
She shivered and her knees weakened. She allowed Greg to hold her as she turned putty.
No one had touched her since Hank.
She was frustrated in every wild sense. She needed relief.
"Greg. Shower," she moaned.
"Yes, shower." They fumbled into the small shower room and turned the water to high blast.
'RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG G'
The alarm clock beside Greg screeched.
"Fuck," Greg cursed as he swept the alarm clock to the floor. The poor alarm clock shattered with a loud clang.
It was yet another dream about Sara after the Hazmat shower.
Raking his hand through his ashy blonde hairs, he sighed in frustration.
Damn, he needed a cold shower now.
Initially, I am still wondering to post this or not. I may take this down to re-do it into something more but let me know what you think about this.
A busy day at work and I just wanted to take my mind off work when I returned home and decided that a little humor won't hurt.
I hope you find it funny, at least borderline funny.
Hope you enjoy.