The shower I took felt wonderful. At the research center I was required to bathe every few days, but the quality was always poor. People might think 'can there be a poor quality shower?'

Hell yes there can.

When the water is always just shy of warm, the shampoos and soap smell of chemicals, and a person gets to watch you the entire time, I would say that's a very poor quality shower. Not very relaxing in the least.

So needless to say I say under the blissful water for far longer that was necessary, and I purred with contentment as I rubbed off the excess water with a sinfully fluffy towel. The scent that wafted up at each vigorous rub was pure heaven and I could have never imagined my tail smelling so good.

The best part of all? I got to shave! Ok, so I kind of borrowed a razor that happened to be sitting in a medicine cabinet above the sink. I'm aware that it's bad manners to use a mans razor for women's legs, but I figured it was an emergency, and I hoped against hope that maybe, just maybe, no one would notice the duller shave the next morning.

I also took it upon myself to borrow some of the deodorant I found in said medicine cabinet. It was a pleasant smell that reminded me a bit of my dad. Unfortunately that thought got me thinking about my family which almost over road the pleasant feeling I still had from the shower.

Almost.

Shaking off the lingering feelings of sadness I stuck my head out of the bathroom door and looked up and down the upstairs hallway before jetting over into the room that Duo so nicely cleared for me.

It was a plain room, but it offered a comfortable bed, nightstand and dresser. At this time I didn't have anything to put in any of those things, but I gave a fleeting thought that I might someday.

On the bed was a pair of black folded pants and a green turtle neck. Surprisingly I found myself a little choked up at the friendliness shown to me by these guys. It was with a small smile that I tugged on the shirt and pants while brushing aside any embarrassment I felt at not having any underwear to put on underneath them. I would have to wait for my own clothes to be done washing before I was able to at least put on panties.

Otherwise I would have to convince one of the guys to take me somewhere to buy a bra and maybe some actual female pants.

Oh shit. That takes money, which I don't have. Never mind.

Feeling properly poor and helpless, I had to tug and tie the loose black pants low on my hips before I could find a comfortable height that would allow my tail to hang out without bearing my butt to the world. Luckily, my hips were large enough that I didn't feel in danger of loosing my pants while walking. Unluckily that meant the bottom of the shirt and the top of the pants didn't meet.

I considered this a dilemma. Seeing as I was already bra-less in a semi tight shirt, plus the pants Wufei gave me had to be lower then I would have liked, I wasn't feeling too confident that I could walk into a room full of the guys and not be seen as slutty.

Things were so much easier when my clothes were picked for me. I never had this problem before I was kidnapped. Then again, I also didn't have the curves I have now either. Life was much simpler then.

It was a loss cause. So the guys would just have to live with seeing a bit more skin, and shape, then they were probably used too. If they were anything near normal I'm guessing it wouldn't be that much of a hardship. My pride will just have to take one for the team.

I could hear things being shuffled and banged around in the kitchen as I reached the top of the stairs and made my way down. As I went through the living room I passed by Heero on a laptop, and seeing as he didn't even look at me beyond a passing glance I assumed my attire wasn't too offensive.

Stepping in front of Wufei sitting at the table proved to me that that assumption was wrong. He glanced up from a news paper he was reading, looked back to it, and got whiplash as he shot his eye sight back to me.

I attempted to pull the turtle neck down as I dragged my feet to sit across from the staring Chinese man. The scraping of the chair against the floor was enough to alert the remaining three men who were arguing about diner over by the stove.

Quatre was the first to say something as I held everyone's stairing attention. "I'm glad to see you found everything alright." It was delivered with a smile and a blush as he quickly turned back to the cookbook lying open on the stove.

Trowa nodded in agreement while shuffling out to the living room, a faint flush on his cheeks. Wufei had turned back to his paper but held it up so I couldn't see his face. And Duo, who I was starting to understand couldn't keep his mouth shut, decided to whistle his approval.

"Yowza! Lookin' good Kitty!"

"Duo! Really," Quatre said exasperated as he turned back around to face the room.

"What? She is clearly a hot chick. You can't tell me you didn't notice. Wufei, doesn't she look hot?"

If it were possible Wufei raised his paper higher. I felt bad for the man. I knew I wasn't what they wanted to look at in such a way, yet Duo was pushing him into the awkward situation of having to lie to me.

"While I agree Liz is attractive I don't think she appreciates being told so in such a blatant manner." Again Quatre came to my rescue.

"Agreed," came the mumbled reply from Wufei's side of the table.

My face was so red I was sure I would pass out from lack of blood flow elsewhere. I crossed my arms on the table and dropped my head into them so I didn't have to look at anyone. This brought the back of my shirt up to bare more of my back and my low slung pants.

Of course that gave Duo more fuel to play with. "Aww man Quat! Look at all that sex skin and exotic tattoos! You honestly can't tell me that doesn't turn you on."

"Enough!" came Quatre's surprisingly hard yell as he grabbed Duo by the elbow and forcefully shoved him out of the kitchen. "I am so sorry Liz. I don't know what is wrong with him."

Finally Wufei put down his paper, and though he wouldn't look me in the eye, I was grateful he was willing to face me in general. "It's probably because we've all be stuck in this house with nothing to see except each other. Liz gives him a distraction."

I was taken aback by that comment. I was a distraction? That couldn't be good, right?

"I can see that. I am still so sorry Liz."

"It's ok Quatre. I never meant to cause trouble."

"You're no trouble. If anything its Duo who is at fault."

Wufei's comment surprised me again. It was becoming clear to me that he was a rather profound kind of guy.

"Thank you Wufei. And thanks again for the pants. I can't remember if I said that before."

He didn't really smile, but I got the impression he was pleased. "You're welcome." And with that he lifted his paper back up, though not as high as before.

"Well," Quatre announced with a clap of his hands, "I've seamed to loose my diner council. What would you like for dinner Liz? None of us could decide."

And with that the three of us got down to business of discussing what best to have for dinner. Which wasn't an easy task since apparently there wasn't a whole lot to cook with in the cupboard.

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AN: Short chapter, but I noticed a lot more people were reading the story and wanted to get one out. I'm just now starting to find my writing groove so hopefully my updates will start to become more frequent and predictable. Also, I don't have a beta so please be easy on any issues I may have missed.

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