Mei swung her legs from the lumpy old bed that she had come accustomed to sleeping on. Her back and neck were stiff from the previous day's fight. Today she was going to take the longest, hottest bath in existence to try to make up for it. It was about 4 a.m. so the scientist assumed no one else would be up and the shared bathroom would be all hers. She grabbed her towel and other various feminine smelling shampoos and soaps before she pushed the door open to her small bunk room. Tiptoeing down the hall, she was careful not to wake the others sleeping soldiers. Mei crept into the decently sized bathroom and illuminated it. The room was normally smudged with blood, dust, and other various debris, but today it was actually clean. Shuffling her feet over to the bathroom she began to hum a familiar song softly to herself. Plugging it and turning on the tap, she added a minty smelling bubble bath. She let her towel and other bath products gently tumble to the floor.

Straightening her posture, she stood and pulled off the tattered nightgown that she had been wearing. Her body bare to the world, the warm, humid hair creating small water droplets that clung to her skin. Slowly and carefully she climbed into the white bathtub and lowered herself into the still expanding amount of bubbles. The hot water surrounding her and soothing the tightness in her muscles. Mei's hair was still up in a bun so she pulled the pin and allowed her luscious hair fall to her shoulders, the tips touching the water. The warmth comforted her and it slowly began to take her to a place of pure relaxation… That is, if the door hadn't opened just then.

"Aye, Frosty, ya' got any of that fancy gal soap that'll make me smell like a daisy, huh?" The Australian accent rang in Mei's ears like an annoying mothers voice. She visibly cringed at the sound of it.
"Junkrat, I've been in here for less than 5 minutes. Can I get some peace? PLEASE!"

With that statement the Junker tilted his head like a confused puppy as he shut the door. He stood in the middle of the room and looked down at her. Mei's body was mostly covered by the thick bubble except for the tips of her shoulders and her head. Wow… what a beaut'. Junkrat slapped himself out of the temporary daze and began to speak, "You see lass, I would but Roady kicked me out of the room for smellin' so bad. He said I need my yearly bath," Junkrat laughed out loud at this, causing Mei to cringe again.

She shifted uncomfortably in the bathtub and sighed, gesturing over to the stand alone shower in the corner, "Then use that and scram." Junk followed her finger and nodded, "Aye, even though I'd much rather join you," He chuckled then hobbled over to the corner. Mei blushed slightly, the junker would have noticed had her face not already been flushed from the warmth of the bath. Mei couldn't help herself and peered out of the corner of her eye at the male's back. She slid lower into the water, the top of her head only visible now. His back was tanned and hairless, presumably because he had singed it off so many times it just stopped growing. Quickly without warning his trousers were completely off, mooning Mei. Her cheeks grew even redder and her fists tightly clenched beneath the water. Junk removed his prosthetics and with a surprising amount of grace, climbed into the shower.

Mei watched as the frosted glass became foggy. His silhouette moving with the grace of a well-adapted man with one arm and one leg. She began to wonder why seeing the junker in this light was making her so flustered. It'd been a while since she had been with someone in an intimate nature, yes, but this was Junkrat. Dirty, dusty, crude, and destructive. He was the polar opposite of Mei. And yet… she felt this strong pull towards him. Like her body craved the warmth of the Australian outback that he harbored deep within him.

The male began to hum an upbeat song to himself. The intensity growing as he tried to scrub all the grime and filth from his skin. The water that ran into the drain had turned a deep brown. His blonde hair lightened in color and began to stick to his face. Junkrat peered from the corner of his eye, out the misty glass and at the woman he knew was on the other side. All he could see was the dark brown mop of hair that sat upon her head. He wondered if she was watching him too. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he quickly finished and shut the water off. Standing for a moment as he dripped off, reaching his good hand out of the shower, he grabbed a grimy towel from the floor that someone had seemingly forgot and quickly dried off from within the shower. He felt around for his prosthetics and carefully put them back into their places. Finally stepping out of the shower, he stood there, peering at the back of Mei's head, covering his exposed self. He bent down and grabbed his dirty clothing and started to shuffle out of the room.

He was being too quiet, way too quiet. She could hear his shuffles but tried to keep her composure. Don't turn Mei. Whatever you do, don't look at him. She couldn't help herself, whether it was from pure curiosity or the fact that Junkrat being quiet for so long made her feel REALLY uncomfortable, she was unsure of. As she peered at the man, her eyebrows rose a bit. "Wow, Junkrat, I don't think I've ever actually seen you this clean before," she giggled.

Junkrat blushed deeply as he felt her eyes fall upon his newly cleaned body. He stammered, looking for a witty remark. His heart was racing though for some reason. The same way it would race when he was in the middle of combat, just him versus five other soldiers. His blood pumping through his veins at such a rapid speed, he thought his arteries might explode. But before that could happen though, he hobbled out of the bathroom without speaking a word. Moving his dripping body through the still quiet shared home, finding sanctuary in his room.