Colonel Evelyn Shepherd, MD, BSc/MicV, it had been business as usual. With the help of her team, based in the Salby Bio-Chemical Installation, buried deep beneath the town of its namesake, they continued to manufacture vast quantities of the anti-viral serum.
The cure had been created almost by chance on the discovery of two small children and their mother, who appeared to have resistant DNA to the “Y” strain of the virus. Evelyn had ordered the nationwide immediate research and development of an anti-viral serum, to be effective with all known blood types. This proved instrumental in both thwarting the progress of the outbreak and in bringing it to a halt before it could break the national lockdown imposed by the government. As soon as events finally calmed down, at least enough to warrant a few days’ leave, she’d accepted the proposal of a break away from it all, in the company of Nathan Cross.
*****
Evelyn turned to face him as he came from the shower. The steam grappled to keep him there as it wafted through the open door, his near-naked body shrouded. Her eyes met his briefly, before following his torso all the way down, lingering at the well-defined “V” at his hips. Created by his lean physique and well-defined pelvic muscles, the definition was accented by the tiny droplets of water that refused to let him go. The small bath towel, tucked in at his left hip, was the only thing hiding his modesty.
“Evie, honey, if you keep staring at me that way, you’ll give me a complex,” Nathan quipped. He smiled at her and raised a single eyebrow.
“Mr. Cross, if I may say so, you are just divine. How’s that leg doing? Any pain, inhibited movement or aching?” she asked, in her medical tone.
“What say you give me a thorough examination, just to be on the safe side?” He winked. The towel fell to the floor as he moved towards her.
The star-struck lovers were abruptly disturbed by the rap of knuckles on the door. Nathan rushed to retrieve the discarded covering and hastily wrapped it back at his waist. Evie tied her robe at the front, but her eyes never left his body.
“I know. Of all the times. But hey, we better get that, it could be important,” he consoled, as he shared her frustration.
As he passed her to open the door, he kissed her nose and brushed his lips against hers, before whispering into her ear, “Later honey, later.” Evie giggled just as he pulled the door open.
“Something funny? What’d I miss?” the short, stocky, ginger-haired Scotsman asked.
“Come on in, Stewey. It was nothing, just bad timing mate,” Nathan said with a wry smile.
“Aye, I see, sorry, you two. I shoulda thought, I can disappear again if you like, come back later. It wasn’t important.”
Evie smiled at Stewey’s grasp of the situation, her face flushed slightly, which prompted her to turn for the bathroom. The squaddie beamed at her reaction as he smirked to his best mate, Nathan.
“It’s fine, bud. Come on in. Something cold to wet the whistle?”
Nathan pulled three bottles of beer from the cooler, set them on the side, and removed the caps, leaving them there as evidence, before handing one of the bottles, covered in fine condensation, to Stewey.
“Get that down you, and for God’s sake, sit down. You’re making the place look untidy,” he joked.
“Cheers, buddy. I didn’t mean to barge in, it’s not urgent. Me and the wee lassie are heading for food, wondered if you two wanted to double up?” Stewey managed, between slurps of beer. His Highland accent had broadened considerably almost as soon as he was on leave.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see what the boss says,” Nathan joked, his head cocked towards the bathroom.
Technically, Evie was still his boss, at least while he was under oath to the government. Not withholding an official stand-down, but with the imminent threat now gone, he would soon return to his own newly-acquired civilian role as an inspector of the rapidly
The cure had been created almost by chance on the discovery of two small children and their mother, who appeared to have resistant DNA to the “Y” strain of the virus. Evelyn had ordered the nationwide immediate research and development of an anti-viral serum, to be effective with all known blood types. This proved instrumental in both thwarting the progress of the outbreak and in bringing it to a halt before it could break the national lockdown imposed by the government. As soon as events finally calmed down, at least enough to warrant a few days’ leave, she’d accepted the proposal of a break away from it all, in the company of Nathan Cross.
*****
Evelyn turned to face him as he came from the shower. The steam grappled to keep him there as it wafted through the open door, his near-naked body shrouded. Her eyes met his briefly, before following his torso all the way down, lingering at the well-defined “V” at his hips. Created by his lean physique and well-defined pelvic muscles, the definition was accented by the tiny droplets of water that refused to let him go. The small bath towel, tucked in at his left hip, was the only thing hiding his modesty.
“Evie, honey, if you keep staring at me that way, you’ll give me a complex,” Nathan quipped. He smiled at her and raised a single eyebrow.
“Mr. Cross, if I may say so, you are just divine. How’s that leg doing? Any pain, inhibited movement or aching?” she asked, in her medical tone.
“What say you give me a thorough examination, just to be on the safe side?” He winked. The towel fell to the floor as he moved towards her.
The star-struck lovers were abruptly disturbed by the rap of knuckles on the door. Nathan rushed to retrieve the discarded covering and hastily wrapped it back at his waist. Evie tied her robe at the front, but her eyes never left his body.
“I know. Of all the times. But hey, we better get that, it could be important,” he consoled, as he shared her frustration.
As he passed her to open the door, he kissed her nose and brushed his lips against hers, before whispering into her ear, “Later honey, later.” Evie giggled just as he pulled the door open.
“Something funny? What’d I miss?” the short, stocky, ginger-haired Scotsman asked.
“Come on in, Stewey. It was nothing, just bad timing mate,” Nathan said with a wry smile.
“Aye, I see, sorry, you two. I shoulda thought, I can disappear again if you like, come back later. It wasn’t important.”
Evie smiled at Stewey’s grasp of the situation, her face flushed slightly, which prompted her to turn for the bathroom. The squaddie beamed at her reaction as he smirked to his best mate, Nathan.
“It’s fine, bud. Come on in. Something cold to wet the whistle?”
Nathan pulled three bottles of beer from the cooler, set them on the side, and removed the caps, leaving them there as evidence, before handing one of the bottles, covered in fine condensation, to Stewey.
“Get that down you, and for God’s sake, sit down. You’re making the place look untidy,” he joked.
“Cheers, buddy. I didn’t mean to barge in, it’s not urgent. Me and the wee lassie are heading for food, wondered if you two wanted to double up?” Stewey managed, between slurps of beer. His Highland accent had broadened considerably almost as soon as he was on leave.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see what the boss says,” Nathan joked, his head cocked towards the bathroom.
Technically, Evie was still his boss, at least while he was under oath to the government. Not withholding an official stand-down, but with the imminent threat now gone, he would soon return to his own newly-acquired civilian role as an inspector of the rapidly
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