Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home

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Her body almost vibrated with anticipation. It was the damnedest thing but when they were in each other’s presence it was like they were teenagers, all full of lust, except there was the distinct appreciation for each other that came with age. “Mmmmm, that is an idea. How about a compromise. We test out here, then you give me the amazing coffee and then we initiate Test Two.”

~Shara

“Deal. Now… we have way too many clothes on. Maybe I can help you with that?” and he stood up, holding her and carrying her back to the living quarters.

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A few hours later, Micah picked up his bags and Shara’s bag and guitar. “Now if I’m not mistaken, I owe you a cup of coffee. C’mon, my love. Let’s get you home.” and he ushered her out of Vanessa and to the house.

Shara moved with the languid ease of someone who felt entirely comfortable in her body and who had enjoyed herself to the fullest extent. But if there was anything that made her pause, even a little, it was how easily he used that particular term of endearment. Sure, they had plenty for each other and their own manners of speech provided plenty of opportunities to use them, but it was so.. matter-of-fact, so honest with them. She wished it didn’t, but the truth was it still terrified her. “I’m looking forward to it,” she said with a warm smile.

Three steps up onto the broad porch, and Micah opened the door. It opened onto a large living area. A stone fireplace set into the opposite wall, in front of which lay an actual brown bearskin rug. A large overstuffed couch and two matching chairs sat around a low table.. To the left was an impressive kitchen with gas stove, large cabinets, and the door of a walk-in fridge-freezer. Between the living area and kitchen was a wooden spiral staircase the went to the second floor.

“So… whatcha think? You like?” he asked as they moved inside.

Micah

With no bags in hand to deal with, Shara was free to move about and take in the details. When she turned to Micah, there was a softness in her features. “It’s perfect,” she declared with a small nod. “A very lovely home.”

She moved towards the kitchen. “I can make coffee. About the only thing I am can’t mess up. But it is your kitchen and I’ve been kicked out of enough of them to know better not to set a toe in without permission,” she teased, a lopsided grin on her face.

~Shara