Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2011 18:27:49 GMT -8
"I hope this theoretical Admiral is a female."
"I hope you go for older women. The youngest admiral I know is in her 40s," she responded quickly. "Although I hear that the older ones know exactly what they want. That's always perplexed me, do most human women not know what they want?" She asked, wanting a male perspective on the matter. How anyone could not realize they wanted something that felt so good to her seemed odd. Perhaps it didn't feel as good to human women? Their loss, she supposed.
"Tiria's not exactly chomping at the bit to get to know me,"
"Ooh, she doesn't approve of you, I wager?" She could understand that. Still she was sure that Tiria would come around at some point, Hunter seemed like a good guy once you learned how to handle his eccentricities. "She's probably just afraid you'll rub off on Sig."
"I'll pass."
"Fair enough," Emmarie said, dropping the subject. It didn't matter that much to her one way or the other, and she figured that they had far more interesting things planned for the remainder of the evening.
"I've been to a few of those. Learn it, do it, teach it."
The slogan was one that a professor at the Academy had used in her classes, and Emmarie shook her head, trying to separate the batty old lady from the concept of a "lesson" on Risa. "Somehow, I don't think that's how Starfleet means for that to be used, although it's a good philosophy for most things.
"Where's the fun in that,"
"Fair enough," Emmarie said. She didn't argue the point, because he did seem to be enjoying himself quite a bit, and she didn't want to force his adrenaline levels too high for fear that it might cause him to rage.
"Promises, promises..."
"Oh, I make good on all of my promises," Emmarie said. And she did.
~*~
As she slept, she dreamt about a great number of things. Of course, one of the common themes seemed to be her tent mate, and she murmured his name several times in her sleep. There were other, more colorful but less sensical murmurings as well.
"They're dinosaurs, you're not supposed to trust them. They eat you. Even with your spotted tiara. Don't be so silly."
...
"Personally, I think cheese is a conspiracy. They want us to eat something that's already gone half bad. It's the cows, they're the ones in control. Don't trust the farmers, they're just slaves to the udder."
...
"I think it's a marvelous Starship, but it'd look much better in red. With some sparkles. Yes, space sparkles. But not dark red, we don't want to attract the Klingons."
She woke up, confused and disorientated, and looked around. "A tent?" She asked, her voice muddled with sleep. "Why am I in an... Ohhhh..." she said, as the sight of her hastily disgarded underthings reminded her exactly what had happened. She chuckled to herself. It was still night out, which didn't surprise her much, as she rarely slept for more than 3 or 4 hours at a time. "You'd better be careful," she said softly, "A girl could get used to getting shagged like that."
Tag: Hunter
"I hope you go for older women. The youngest admiral I know is in her 40s," she responded quickly. "Although I hear that the older ones know exactly what they want. That's always perplexed me, do most human women not know what they want?" She asked, wanting a male perspective on the matter. How anyone could not realize they wanted something that felt so good to her seemed odd. Perhaps it didn't feel as good to human women? Their loss, she supposed.
"Tiria's not exactly chomping at the bit to get to know me,"
"Ooh, she doesn't approve of you, I wager?" She could understand that. Still she was sure that Tiria would come around at some point, Hunter seemed like a good guy once you learned how to handle his eccentricities. "She's probably just afraid you'll rub off on Sig."
"I'll pass."
"Fair enough," Emmarie said, dropping the subject. It didn't matter that much to her one way or the other, and she figured that they had far more interesting things planned for the remainder of the evening.
"I've been to a few of those. Learn it, do it, teach it."
The slogan was one that a professor at the Academy had used in her classes, and Emmarie shook her head, trying to separate the batty old lady from the concept of a "lesson" on Risa. "Somehow, I don't think that's how Starfleet means for that to be used, although it's a good philosophy for most things.
"Where's the fun in that,"
"Fair enough," Emmarie said. She didn't argue the point, because he did seem to be enjoying himself quite a bit, and she didn't want to force his adrenaline levels too high for fear that it might cause him to rage.
"Promises, promises..."
"Oh, I make good on all of my promises," Emmarie said. And she did.
~*~
As she slept, she dreamt about a great number of things. Of course, one of the common themes seemed to be her tent mate, and she murmured his name several times in her sleep. There were other, more colorful but less sensical murmurings as well.
"They're dinosaurs, you're not supposed to trust them. They eat you. Even with your spotted tiara. Don't be so silly."
...
"Personally, I think cheese is a conspiracy. They want us to eat something that's already gone half bad. It's the cows, they're the ones in control. Don't trust the farmers, they're just slaves to the udder."
...
"I think it's a marvelous Starship, but it'd look much better in red. With some sparkles. Yes, space sparkles. But not dark red, we don't want to attract the Klingons."
She woke up, confused and disorientated, and looked around. "A tent?" She asked, her voice muddled with sleep. "Why am I in an... Ohhhh..." she said, as the sight of her hastily disgarded underthings reminded her exactly what had happened. She chuckled to herself. It was still night out, which didn't surprise her much, as she rarely slept for more than 3 or 4 hours at a time. "You'd better be careful," she said softly, "A girl could get used to getting shagged like that."
Tag: Hunter