Post by Lieutenant Eden Nivans on Jan 28, 2017 10:07:27 GMT -8
"Far be it for me to deny any sort of curiosity."
Eden gave him a small smile but she was slightly disappointed. Why not grab her and show her what it was like instead of leaving her wondering? Where was the typhoon of testosterone that was supposed to swallow them both up and drown them in sinful, hot, naked passion? Was getting thrown around a bit too much to ask? That's how she imagined C-
“Nivans! Hunter!”
Jenison's voice was like a bucket of ice water. They'd asked for trouble and it found them in the act; Hunter's hair a mess with a trail of strawberry lip balm kisses along his jaw and his hands in her shirt greedily grabbing their fill.
"That's it," Eden asked out loud as William relieved her of her jacket. Shouldn't the Lieutenant commander have started skinning them alive by now? Here she was destroying her reputation before her superior's eyes and not even a slap on the wrist? Maybe she'd been wrong to think that the woman cared about her beyond the parameters of the job.
If that was the case then what was there to lose?
The sound of her tunic slapping the window reminded her of what she was doing before Jenison had flown by. William. That's what she was going to do.
Blue light from the alert bathed her freshly tanned skin, getting swallowed up by the darkness of her black compression bra that was so unlike the woman that wore it; plain, constrictive, rigid. Even her hair wound up tightly in a bun didn't describe the best parts of Eden; the phaser that sat snugly on the curve of her hip was, however, a good reminder that she was capable of great lethality.
"Take your shirt off, it's only fair," Eden practically demanded as she stood up and instructed the computer to shade the windows and lock the door.
TAG: @hunter / ANY
Eden gave him a small smile but she was slightly disappointed. Why not grab her and show her what it was like instead of leaving her wondering? Where was the typhoon of testosterone that was supposed to swallow them both up and drown them in sinful, hot, naked passion? Was getting thrown around a bit too much to ask? That's how she imagined C-
“Nivans! Hunter!”
Jenison's voice was like a bucket of ice water. They'd asked for trouble and it found them in the act; Hunter's hair a mess with a trail of strawberry lip balm kisses along his jaw and his hands in her shirt greedily grabbing their fill.
"That's it," Eden asked out loud as William relieved her of her jacket. Shouldn't the Lieutenant commander have started skinning them alive by now? Here she was destroying her reputation before her superior's eyes and not even a slap on the wrist? Maybe she'd been wrong to think that the woman cared about her beyond the parameters of the job.
If that was the case then what was there to lose?
The sound of her tunic slapping the window reminded her of what she was doing before Jenison had flown by. William. That's what she was going to do.
Blue light from the alert bathed her freshly tanned skin, getting swallowed up by the darkness of her black compression bra that was so unlike the woman that wore it; plain, constrictive, rigid. Even her hair wound up tightly in a bun didn't describe the best parts of Eden; the phaser that sat snugly on the curve of her hip was, however, a good reminder that she was capable of great lethality.
"Take your shirt off, it's only fair," Eden practically demanded as she stood up and instructed the computer to shade the windows and lock the door.
TAG: @hunter / ANY