Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Side Sim - Commander Calloway’s Quarters - White Lightning and Black Ops

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (FedSec Agent) in Side Sim - Commander Calloway’s Quarters - White Lightning and Black Ops

Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Side Sim - Commander Calloway’s Quarters - White Lightning and Black Ops
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As his hands moved over her well defined muscles and the ridges of her spine, it was like he was crafting an arch as he went until her head tipped back, her chin up. Shara shifted her weight ever so slightly back so could move one knee up, foot planted on the sofa near his hip. “Well, I’ve never shied away from hard work,” she said as her other hand came to rest on his mechanical shoulder, the side of her thumb, tracing a line up the side of his neck.

~Shara Calloway

“Good for you. I don’t think I’d be able to handle a teammate who didn’t… give it their all.” and he moved his face forward slightly, soft kisses on her cheek as he found her ear and nibbled on her lobe before moving slowly down the side of her neck. As he reached the neckline of her shirt, he said “Although proper training does require the proper uniform… and I don’t think either of us is in it quite yet.” and his hands moved and bunched the bottom of her shirt as his head moved slowly back and his mouth found hers.

Pikelsimer

Shara kissed him deeply, unapologetic in her desire.

When she pulled back she eyed him intently. “Hmmm, you have a point there,” she said as she rolled her shoulders back and lifted her arms to allow him to slip the shirt off easily. “And like all good dancing, reciprocity is very important. I do hope you’ll let me help you with yours.”

~Shara Calloway

His eyes roamed her body as the shirt was lifted off of her, and the discarded garment sailed to a corner of the room. “Wouldn’t be gentlemanly of me to deny the request of woman such as yourself, ‘specially seeing as how you are -” and his eyes dropped unapologetically to her chest, “- making sure team morale is at it’s highest point.” and he placed his hands on hers as his eyes moved up to lock into hers, moved her hands to the bottom of his shirt and then raised his arms.

Pikelsimer

“Well, no one has ever accused me of shirking my duty.” As she slowly peeled the shirt off of him, Shara dragged the tips of her fingers up his sides, a deeper smile slipping onto her face. As soon as the shirt was off, she quite happily ran her fingers slowly over his chest, coming to rest on his hips with her thumbs hooked in the waistband of his trousers. She wasn’t in any hurry though it wouldn’t take much coaxing for her to crank things up a notch.

“Come here,” she whispered, pulling him closer, her mouth hungrily seeking his.

~Shara Calloway

The man was a veritable map of conflict. Scars marked him in numerous places, but as her fingers ran over his chest he reached around her and pulled her onto him so she straddled his lap and he kissed her long and passionately. He ran his hands over her exposed flesh and pressed her into him with a an unmistakable desire.

A few minutes of kissing and exploring led him to reach down and push himself up off the couch, lifting her up with him. Without words, without breaking their embrace, he walked her to her bedroom and pressed the controls to slide the door closed behind them…

Pikelsimer