Location: Brenan's quarters
Timeline: Late at night
A tired and slightly disheveled looking Hel Samedi made her way over to Brenan's quarters, with purpose in her steps. Once there she rang the doorchime.
"Yeah, come on in!" Brenan's voice called from inside, where he was jogging on a stationary treadmill. Normally, he'd jog the ship, but until he had a better feel for where the rough spots where, he wasn't real confident in doing that. In time, though, he knew he would be.
Hel did as bade, stepping inside, and giving a soft chuckle when she saw Brenan jogging on the treadmill. "And here I thought I had to work you into a sweat." she smiled, folding her arms over eachother and propping up her chest. "If I remember correctly, you promised me a massage. Throw in that chocolate icecream and you have a deal."
Brenan didn't break stride, but his eyebrows did raise, "I wasn't exactly expecting you to take me up on that," He said with a chuckle. "Let me finish the lap and you're on. Ice cream is in the replicator," He said with a wink, nodding toward the wall.
"Before we do anything, though ... " Hel spoke, sauntering up to the treadmill and making it go a bit faster with a tap on the keypad. "Whatever happens tonight ... Doesn't mean a thing. Alright? Just two adults, coming together for some fun. Doesn't mean we're a 'thing'." she quirked a brow, looking at him with a wicked smile. "Can you handle that, big boy?"
Brenan laughed, "And what do you plan on happening tonight, Hel?" He said, grinning a bit too broadly as he tapped the speed back down - to his credit not missing a step.
"Many things, if you're good. More if you're bad." Hel winked. "But first, I'm gonna use your shower." She added, sauntering that way.
"Hey, I need to use that too in a second!" Brenan called after her.
"Sounds good to me." Hel spoke, dropping her uniform right as she stepped around the corner, showing just a glimpse of her very pale back. "You can wash my back!"
Brenan ran through his head all of the implications of fraternizing with his crew in such a way. And realized that he really didn't care. He finished out the last 90 seconds of his run and disabled the treadmill, heading directly for the shower in his bedroom.
"You know... this is highly inappropriate," He teased, stripping off his workout clothes and stepping into the shower, already steamy.
"Are you implying I'm a bad girl?" Hel asked, turning around to face him, a playful smirk on her features. "Do I need to be punished?"
Brenan's jaw went slack before turning back into a smirk of his own, "Yes... why yes, I think you do."