Leeloo stood in front of the open stall, glaring.

She held in her hands a towel, a bar of soap and a small bottle of shampoo. She held them like weapons. She looked like a warrior preparing to do battle or face down some ancient and terrible foe. It felt a lot like that.

The Fifth Element did not like showers. She washed in the sinks when she ( Read more... )

Leeloo didn't have much of a chance to speak before Morris was kissing her again, and when he did, she must have decided words weren't too important anyway.

The warm feeling in her belly was getting warmer, there was an irregular hitch to her breath, and she could almost hear her own pulse speed up with excitement. Everything she was feeling was ( Read more... )