Bette reached up and slid her fingers under the seal on her flightsuit, grasping the industrial zipper and yanking it down further... a lot further. Silus followed it down and she curled her fingers in his hair, arching her back against the bed.

When he finally relented she managed to look at her chrono again, breathing heavily. “Two minutes!”

Silus helped her zip up again, and she laughed, trying to smooth down hair that had escaped her braid. “We’re super subtle. How did you get to be a secret agent, again?”