high four?"
" Now run your hand through your hair, slowly... " Rory whispered again.
Boralle did as he said, only to realize that Rory's hands were now sliding up her body to cup her breasts.
Without realizing it, she licked her lips in anticipation and sucked in a breath. Her nipples hardened at Rory's touch. She could feel it, but to the casual observer it was simply a reflex action.
Casual observer Lefton swallowed.
"All by yourself, huh?" continued Boralle, getting the general idea. She leaned back a little and let her weight fall on one leg as the other bent slightly.
" Lick your lips again, and keep them apart this time , then move your hips forward, just a fraction ."
With her breasts thrust forward and her lips gleaming, she appeared suddenly wanton and extraordinarily feminine. Of course, the fact that Rory was gently stroking her breasts certainly helped. He was turning on her sex-appeal, she realized.
Well rass. She never knew she had any.
Obviously, Lefton didn't either, but he was now getting an eyeful of it.
"Er, listen, North...if you want, I could give you a few tips, you know? Get that score up? If you want to come to my cabin?"
"Officer Lefton!" said Boralle, chidingly. "You know that is completely in violation of I don't know how many regs. Besides, I'm in training. Can't sully myself with inferior equipment."
And with a scornful glance at the rather modest bulge in his uniform, Boralle swung open a door and stalked through, making sure Rory had followed her before she shut it in Officer Lefton's stunned face.
She crumpled into silent laughter.
"Oh God, I enjoyed that," she hiccupped. She kept her voice low, but clutched her ribs with mirth. "He's such a pompous jerk."
"I gathered as much," said Rory wryly. "It only took about two words. Are there others like that?"
"Most of the ship."
"How do you stand it, lass?" The question was clearly meant to be humorous, but it came out as genuine concern and stopped Boralle in her tracks.
"I never realized what I was missing," she said honestly. "I guess I never spent time with anyone who wasn't a pompous ass before now."
"Well, thanks for the compliment. I think."
"You're welcome."
Rory looked around. "Where are we? Looks like some technician's nightmare."
The room was surprisingly large and cluttered with a tumble of electrical conduits, flashing panels, oddly-shaped power units and the low hum of contented technological equipment.
"This? This is the holo-vid center."
"Aha. Where you have your holo-romance adventures?"
Boralle grinned. "Actually, I only ever had one, and that was with a girlfriend back in my educational years."
"Seems you're a wee bit overdue, lass," said Rory absently, wandering around the room and marveling at the intricacy of the electronics. "Can you show me how it works?"
"Sure." Boralle crossed to a large and relatively clear control panel and placed her hand palm down on a sensor unit. She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder at Rory.
"Where would you like to go?"
"Anywhere you are would be heaven." Rory's answer brought the color to her cheeks, and she lowered her eyelids, shielding her eyes from his gaze.
"Umm..let's see...oh, I know." She turned back to the panel and touched a few more controls. "This is one of the most romantic places I can think of. Just perfect."
There was a hum followed by a loud buzzing sound, and the room flickered, darkened and then brightened again.
The surroundings were now quite different.
Well, almost quite different.
"Er, Boralle?"
She sighed as she looked around her. "Yes, isn't it lovely?"
Rory McAllen looked at the medium sized cabin with gray walls, gray flooring and a slightly larger bed than he and Boralle had shared.
"Well, that's a pretty impressive machine." His voice was a little strained and Boralle turned to look at him.
"This is the pleasure quarters of the CGC-14. She's a real beauty. One of the few in her class built for speed and luxury. I got
" Now run your hand through your hair, slowly... " Rory whispered again.
Boralle did as he said, only to realize that Rory's hands were now sliding up her body to cup her breasts.
Without realizing it, she licked her lips in anticipation and sucked in a breath. Her nipples hardened at Rory's touch. She could feel it, but to the casual observer it was simply a reflex action.
Casual observer Lefton swallowed.
"All by yourself, huh?" continued Boralle, getting the general idea. She leaned back a little and let her weight fall on one leg as the other bent slightly.
" Lick your lips again, and keep them apart this time , then move your hips forward, just a fraction ."
With her breasts thrust forward and her lips gleaming, she appeared suddenly wanton and extraordinarily feminine. Of course, the fact that Rory was gently stroking her breasts certainly helped. He was turning on her sex-appeal, she realized.
Well rass. She never knew she had any.
Obviously, Lefton didn't either, but he was now getting an eyeful of it.
"Er, listen, North...if you want, I could give you a few tips, you know? Get that score up? If you want to come to my cabin?"
"Officer Lefton!" said Boralle, chidingly. "You know that is completely in violation of I don't know how many regs. Besides, I'm in training. Can't sully myself with inferior equipment."
And with a scornful glance at the rather modest bulge in his uniform, Boralle swung open a door and stalked through, making sure Rory had followed her before she shut it in Officer Lefton's stunned face.
She crumpled into silent laughter.
"Oh God, I enjoyed that," she hiccupped. She kept her voice low, but clutched her ribs with mirth. "He's such a pompous jerk."
"I gathered as much," said Rory wryly. "It only took about two words. Are there others like that?"
"Most of the ship."
"How do you stand it, lass?" The question was clearly meant to be humorous, but it came out as genuine concern and stopped Boralle in her tracks.
"I never realized what I was missing," she said honestly. "I guess I never spent time with anyone who wasn't a pompous ass before now."
"Well, thanks for the compliment. I think."
"You're welcome."
Rory looked around. "Where are we? Looks like some technician's nightmare."
The room was surprisingly large and cluttered with a tumble of electrical conduits, flashing panels, oddly-shaped power units and the low hum of contented technological equipment.
"This? This is the holo-vid center."
"Aha. Where you have your holo-romance adventures?"
Boralle grinned. "Actually, I only ever had one, and that was with a girlfriend back in my educational years."
"Seems you're a wee bit overdue, lass," said Rory absently, wandering around the room and marveling at the intricacy of the electronics. "Can you show me how it works?"
"Sure." Boralle crossed to a large and relatively clear control panel and placed her hand palm down on a sensor unit. She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder at Rory.
"Where would you like to go?"
"Anywhere you are would be heaven." Rory's answer brought the color to her cheeks, and she lowered her eyelids, shielding her eyes from his gaze.
"Umm..let's see...oh, I know." She turned back to the panel and touched a few more controls. "This is one of the most romantic places I can think of. Just perfect."
There was a hum followed by a loud buzzing sound, and the room flickered, darkened and then brightened again.
The surroundings were now quite different.
Well, almost quite different.
"Er, Boralle?"
She sighed as she looked around her. "Yes, isn't it lovely?"
Rory McAllen looked at the medium sized cabin with gray walls, gray flooring and a slightly larger bed than he and Boralle had shared.
"Well, that's a pretty impressive machine." His voice was a little strained and Boralle turned to look at him.
"This is the pleasure quarters of the CGC-14. She's a real beauty. One of the few in her class built for speed and luxury. I got
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