Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (FedSec Agent) in Pikelsimer’s Quarters- A Dinner Date

Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Pikelsimer’s Quarters- A Dinner Date

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Something, perhaps everything, shifted in that brief moment where he had just looked at her. It wasn’t surprise, but damn if Shara knew what was going on in that man’s head. And yet, she could feel whatever it was that had shifted between them in the way he kissed her, in the way his hands touched her skin. And for her it was the long used cliche of having wandered the desert for too long and finally having come across an oasis. It was, yes, a respite, but the wonderful thing about an oasis was the unexpected abundance. If you were looking for something, it likely could be found there. For Shara, it was slightly different though. It was also the sensation of not having to be anywhere else.

As Shara’s hands moved along his skin, her lips remained locked on his, strangely happy to be just kissing him at the moment.

~Shara Calloway

It was an odd feeling for someone who’s life had been all about control to give that up… willingly… to another person. It was welcome in a way… terrifying in others. But there was thing Micah couldn’t deny… and that was he realized he trusted Sha. Implicitly. With no reservation or hesitation. It was the simple moment of her pushing him back… and him going. He knew that whatever she was doing, planning, anticipating… whatever… he knew that she was doing it for both of them. And when he looked in her eyes, he saw something he hadn’t seen any other woman… he saw himself. Because she saw him. Not the fighter, not the spy, not the Marine, not the aging war horse… she just saw him. And that was reflection he hadn’t seen in… well, longer than he knew. And he knew that when she looked into his own eyes, she would just see herself as well.

Pikelsimer

Unlike earlier, when they had rather unabashedly trashed his quarters, this time was different. Slower, more intentional. It wasn’t lacking in heat, definitely not, but leaning her weight against him, and pinning him to the wall gently she drew her leg slowly up the side of his, Shara knew she had no interest in rushing this with Micah. Every touch and every kiss would be deliberate. Maybe she wasn’t ready to look too deeply right now, and that was okay. Right now all she wanted was Micah. A drink in the desert, indeed.

They had reached the bed… eventually. Gods knew what time it was and Shara really didn’t care. As a languid ease settled into her body, she was savouring every bit of the last while with this man. Turning on side as her breathing began to creep back towards normal, she just gazed at him. She knew the answer to the question he had posed earlier. Would she stay for what was left of this night (or morning as you will)? Yes, yes she would. But… but.

The hesitation was sitting there on her tongue and Shara knew she had to say it, but was loathe to. And yet she couldn’t bear the idea of accidentally hurting him. But he was strong and this was not an insurmountable variable. “I’m having nightmares again. And they’re not pretty,” she said softly.

~Shara Calloway