[Milliways: Suite 132]

[slayer_fray]

The hot tub in Suite 132 is a truly remarkable feat of plumbing. Easily big enough to accommodate half a dozen people easily, it boasts at least forty subtly different settings, depending on the position of a variety of dials on the side. 'At least' because Mel hasn't quite finished the systematic investigation of quite what it's capable of.

She also hasn't quite worked up the courage to try the big red knob yet.

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[slayer_fray]

Dammit.

"Mikey.." Mel grabs his hand with hers, but her grip on the tap slips just as she does so.

"Uh..." the reminder of the worried phrase is choked off my a mouthful of water.

[mnt_mike]

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem in the slightest. Mike is a great swimmer, and has amazing breath control. Not to mention that he's fantastic under pressure. Or at least, he used to be, as a turtle.

Something he's never felt before snaps on in his brain, and Mike is suddenly very much afraid of drowning. His knuckles whiten as his grip on Mel's hand increases.

Then he opens his mouth to call out to her, and finds himself with a lung full of water for his troubles.

[slayer_fray]

It's the expression on his face that hurts Mel. She's not going to let anything happen to him.

Clinging to his hand and wraps both arms around him. She has time to take a deep breath before she's pulled under with him.

Calmly, not even thinking to panic, she wraps her ankles around his to straighten their legs and make the descent easier, and places her mouth over his to give him some of the air.

This has to wash out somewhere, right?