"So you got snubbed by hair-eating beasts..." Mayu attempted to soothe Saitama's pride after the long silent trek back home, managing to say it without laughing or choking on a snort, successfully keeping her amusement inside. Tama groaned and pouted, following her lead up the stairs, unwillingly making little squeaky squishy sounds as he walked.

A quick briefing before entering the affected area assured the heroes that the big beastie was deep down where the mess had started. Just fry the small ones and get to where the bomb cleaning could start. That was the information given.

Mayu had blasted and broke through the skittering swarm of bugs, from giant to tiny critters in every variety of disgustingly multi-legged and aggressive while running up the stairs. Lashing lightning while carrying a bomb of unknown side-effects to all non-bug and having strict instructions on what not to damage did no one any favours. Listening to it beep warnings every time a wisp or a lingering electricity got too close was also not ideal.

The top of the building had been reached, an empty, silent area. A big office divided into two parts. Three if they counted the tiny hidden chamber where the stairs stopped. A corridor of desks that lead straight to a set of double doors and the president's private office. That area had been swiftly evacuated even before the alarm had beeped. Most of those surfaces were pristine. Tempting to think the defences had worked there but not very a plausible thought when the briefing said the incident had started in the "highly secure area". And without power it would be ludicrous to believe it. The things could be acting cautiously after the mad dash extermination but the bugs had barely given them room to go up despite the permanent zapping effect. So why put some distance now?

It had been a gigantic and unpleasant surprise when the doors across them had broken apart and a massive thing lurched forward, shrieking. Its big fat bottom had gotten stuck on the doorway. Cracks spread as the material reached its structural limit.

Mayu could have done it with a strike but charging up and releasing lightning wildly would damage everything around them. The burn marks she had left on the way were already on a debatable area of what could be called "property damage" and "deliberate". And the spook had made her zap herself clear across the room, defences up and crackling.

Saitama could also deal with it with his overwhelming strength. But it could result in not only guts everywhere but also blown walls. He had just blinked at the bug before turning back to the spot where he had placed the beeping bomb, starting to fiddle with the buttons.

Before they could activate the thing the big bug broke free, slamming against the lightning, setting off the field. Thunder and electricity spiralled against the body of the beastie. Mayu huffed, trying to rein it in.

Cracking, hissing, debris and legs. Fried but not dead. It was angry and injured. The flurry of motion, plucked Tama from the ground.

A big, open drooling maw approached Tama's smooth head.

A sniff broke the growl.

A very disgusted beast shrieked something that sounded like a very drawn out EWWWWWW and a look of disgust crossing its bug-face, a sneer that a child would reserve for vegetables.

Saitama's confusion turned to a frown and a fist clenching.

"And there is very little I can say to make it better..." She unlocked their door and slipped inside. To keep the gloppy mess of bug innards away from the door the floor and the path to the bathroom Mayu paved it with expired promotional flyers hastily retrieved from the recycling bag. Fortunately Genos had not returned as a tornado of chores and disposed of it. Otherwise there would be much mopping to be done. She had been spared the splatter by a desk. Date plans had been suspended in favour of bathing. And praying for the water to be back. "But this time they credited you as they should." Despite being a crowd of reporters equally repulsed by the bug guts and eager to get a quick interview and a winning shot.

"I guess." Tama groaned in a clipped tone, the shoes he took off following his swamp-sounding steps through a thread of slime. It seemed to be congealing. A zap split the thread. Burning made the smell worse but freed the footwear from his socks and pants. The paper didn't stick.

A quick dash allowed Mayu to reach the faucet before him, turning the knob.

Water came out sputtering at first and then steadily gaining pressure. And warmth.

Sighing in relief Mayu glanced at Saitama who was peeling the clothes off his body. Part of the shirt shattered, covered in hardened muck. Unsalvageable clothes even through a Genos miracle. Sparks hissed slightly as she shifted, scanning the room, stepping away from the tub.

Nothing else was at risk of sliming.

Tama walked towards it, tension leaving his shoulders. Time to see if that would do the trick. Under the spray the stuff softened and melted, splashing down the drain. If the water had not been there they would have had to wait for it to dry and then peel. Or burn it off. And given they had been without for a couple of days due to a massive crater made by a drill chase… Genos had blasted the beast and proceeded to file the complaints to have the area and pipes fixed.

"Need help?" Mayu asked, reaching for her falling bun, tucking the messy strands behind her ear. At the time all she could offer as compensation was cuddles and comprehension.

Tama threw her a sly grin over his shoulder, shaking the water from his hand. Stretching was followed by greedy eyes. Torn between putting on a show, getting the sticky crust of bug off him, accepting her proposal or following through on his challenge he dropped the pants. Like rolling the dice, leaving the result to luck and Mayu.

Lightning snapped and sparked as the door slammed shut. The mirror's backing was stained by the sparks. Some of the walls were also scarred. Wisps buzzed around, brightening the room, gathering. The rug hissed and fumed, singed. The electricity played along, trailing her gestures as she approached, lingering on the fabric of the dress as it was tossed.

Tama's foul mood seemed to be all but gone now.

Answers about the underpants and their absence were likely to be found on the hamper or drying line.

Mayu stepped into the water that pooled around their ankles using his back as an anchor, steadying her movement. The electricity snapped through their skins and spread through the water.

Saitama groaned and shuddered, glancing over his shoulder, hands stopping their scrubbing.

The rumble of thunder, usually insignificant when she sparked under the control of the earring and ongoing training, was starting to make itself apparent and causing loose bits and baubles to rattle. Her palms flattened against the wet surface before her, feeling the muscles undulate under the shivering lightning and crackling static.

The grope over his bottom along with a sharp snap of static made Tama hiss into the water. She chortled softly, stepping closer, palms moving in a gentle caress. That caress turned into a hug, fingers playing along the hard lines of his chiselled physique until they were flat against his stomach.

Slyly she snuggled, placing her cheek against Tama's spine, sighing. He shuddered, covering her hands, taking a deep breath, arching against her. The active electricity between them did little more than create a ripple. Unaffected, as if she was not discharging like a deadly storm strike. The bathroom however was staring to show the effects of that energy. Lamps had shattered. Tiles had cracked. The wisps were gathering near the ceiling. There was something starting to burn. And the slight smell of ozone.

Warm water sprayed her arms, sizzling. Tama's solid body was keeping the shower from soaking her. His slick fingers were caressing her wrist and arms. Tenderly Mayu kissed his spine, trailing a playful pattern down his back, leaving little shocks in her lips' wake.

Saitama reacted with a shudder and a groan, trying to reach her now wandering hands. His grip missed as they sneaked lower. Kisses were again pressed on his spine, as charged as her touch, wisps blooming and discharging, taunting as they struck Tama's nervous ends, causing spasms, pleasure, and a desperate attempt to stop it or retaliate.

Managing to stop the onslaught Tama spun her around locking Mayu's arms, turning the tables on the caging hug. The water caught her in a splash, soaking her, steaming before winning against the electricity playing along her lightning flowers. She shrieked and squirmed, laughing, the raspy snorted sound drowned by a kiss. Tama took the electricity without a flinch.

Tama pinched her bottom back, arms ready to hoist his girl up as she squeaked in surprise, hopping.

Squinting through the water and her wet locks she looked down and back, concerned. The arms around his shoulders tightened.

"Was it you?" Mayu whispered, concerned.

"Yes." Saitama answered, laughing, his expression softening, kissing her forehead.

"I thought it was a bug." Relaxing she snuggled back. They were soaking wet and all traces of the gut explosion seemed to have vanished. Thunder quieted. Mayu sighed and curled against his chest, adjusting his legs around Tama's waist. It was warm and the water added a calming sensation. His arms surrounded her gently too, rocking them under the steam, shivering through the electric pulses. "Should I stop?" The whisper was soft, comfortable, accompanied by the playful tap of her fingertips over his smooth head. He was resting against the curve where her neck met her shoulders, tendrils of wet pink hair sticking to some spots.

"Do you want to?" Saitama murmured, head coming up. The hair remained stuck to him, causing Mayu to smile back in that pause, shaking her head. He pressed his forehead against hers, laughing. It was so rare of him to laugh like that. Happy, free, unrestrained, unclouded. It was a warm rich sound she cherished. Even as it shivered as lightning coursed through him.

Their lips met again, hotly, eagerly. Desire and amusement tangled in the heady feeling. Static snapped and the electricity started to gather again, fiercely answering to their exchange.

Smiling Mayu shifted, letting herself sink into Saitama, taking him slowly, nuzzling his neck. Tama shuddered, groaning, palms flattening against her hips, sliding to her back. Mayu scrapped his scalp, nipping his neck, sighing.

Tama's lazy motions combined with their slick skin and shudders made the breathless, shared moans grow into tangled sounds.

Water sizzled and boiled, turning into steam on contact, the mist filling the room. Dazed she nipped and caressed. Pleasure bloomed and grew, shared as they moved.

Spent and languid they sighed, parting. Mayu patted his arms sliding down, stepping back coming under the shower head. It took a bit for her lightning to stop.