Natarle put her plates in the washer and turned to Murrue with a slight smile. It contrasted with the clearly mixed emotions on the rest of her face. Murrue returned the smile. 'I guess we're even now.'
'So it seems, Captain.' Ouch, that was a frosty tone of voice.
The other woman seemed undecided on how to react to the fact that her emotions and trust had been toyed with so Murrue decided to react before either of them did something they'd regret. She wasn't prepared to lose now, not when these events had forced her to thing about their relationship in a way that made a return to a professional frigidity painful to even think. 'Look, we probably shouldn't have done it this way and I should have taken your inexperience into account, but, fancy going ahead with it anyway? We're clearly hot for each other and to turn away now over injured pride would be a criminal waste. We can always apologise in the morning.'
Natarle blinked, then grinned, effected by Murrue's American bluntness. 'Sure, why not?'
Tonomura tried sleeping with his pillow wrapped around his head, fruitlessly trying to muffle the sounds filtering through too thin walls, but to no avail. He hoped they got over the novelty of their relationship soon because he couldn't stand much more of this. He'd been patient, but if he had to stand another week of this he was getting a transfer any way he could and to blazes with his immaculate record.