Posted by Civilian Dawson (Intelligence Operative) in Marishka’s Office

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Marishka’s Office

Posted by Civilian Dawson (Intelligence Operative) in Marishka’s Office
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“Don’t worry, I’ll be back in half an hour. More drinks?”

• Marishka

Dawson gave a subtle grin as he backed up back into the shadows and quietly made his way to her office through a little known “back way.”

-Dawson

Marishka had every intention of going back on stage in a half hour on the dot. A lot could be done in half an hour though, grabbing a few bottles from behind the bar she slipped into her office and was not surprised at what she found there.

“Care for a drink?”

• Marishka

Dawson sat in her seat, perhaps a bit on purpose, testing the waters as it were. He was leaning back in the seat, quite relaxed. “I’d be happy to have a drink with you,” he said with a grin. “As if you even had to ask?”

-Dawson

As Marishka poured to dark and stormy looking drinks, she gave Dawson a stern look and shake of the head. Walking to her desk she said the two drinks down and smiled at him.

“Don’t get too used to that chair smart boy. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He smiled broadly as he watched her move to him.

With that Marishka leaned down and gave Dawson a fierce little peck on the lips before turning and seeming to walk through a wall. This was really a holo-wall that had been installed shortly after she took up residence on the Athena. A girl had to have her little office changing room didn’t she? A few seconds later she emerged with no shoes on. She proceeded to smile back down at Dawson, swivel the chair and immediately shift his position so that she could make herself quite at home on his lap.

The fierce peck had certainly shifted things a bit for him, both physically and mentally, as his attraction to her became all the more evident. He smiled as she disappeared into the hollow of her office. And when she came out barefoot, his thoughts had briefly recalled their encounter in the arboretum as they played hide and seek on the ship.

“See, no need to move. I do love these chairs they’re quite strong.”

• Marishka

She seemed to make herself right at home. She didn’t need telepathy or empathic abilities to tell where Dawson’s mind was. He let a hand run up her back and down again as he placed his free hand on her leg to keep her anchored. “You’re right, some of the strongest I’ve ever sat myself in. So what were your plans for the next 30 minutes? Hang out and chat?” he said, not in the least bit willing to her go. He didn’t possess her, but he allowed his hands to convey a sense of controlled roughness as they slowly touched her.

-Dawson

Marishka looked down at Dawson for a few seconds. The growing sensation of him beneath her made her smile.

“Well, this particular holiday among humans and most species is all about giving presents. I suppose we could talk for a little bit if you like. I was thinking we could take this time and give each other a present if you like. I certainly did enjoy the last time we spend some time alone together and I was hoping to recreate it here, with a drink it if you like.”

Dawson’s eyes never left her face, darting from her eyes to her mouth, his appetite beginning to show itself. He gave a deep, velvety laugh as his hands roamed. “Oh, I very much enjoyed it as well. The drink is a bonus, but I’m fine with giving each other a present now.”

Leaning down she began to kiss him again as her fingers wandered over his chest and abdomen. He was a well-built man and she loved the feel of him underneath her and enjoyed just knowing he was on the ship. She enjoyed knowing he was in that chair right now even more.

• Marishka

He kissed her back, meeting her hunger with his own. For a moment, he was able to pull away, trailing kisses to her ear. In a low, very slight growl, he whispered, “We’re going to make a habit of this…” He kissed her neck before fiercely before adding, “A habit I certainly have no intention of breaking.”

-Dawson

FTB