Posted by Mar. Captain Eleanor “Iron Lady” Carnegie (Recon Squadron CO/Pilot) in [Alt-Timeline] USS Chimera – Dawkins’s Quarters

Posted by Mar. Captain Malcolm “Astro” Dawkins (Flight Leader) in [Alt-Timeline] USS Chimera – Crew Lounge

Posted by Mar. Captain Eleanor “Iron Lady” Carnegie (Recon Squadron CO/Pilot) in [Alt-Timeline] USS Chimera – Crew Lounge
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Malcolm leaned a bit closer, his hand giving hers another squeeze as he smiled and said. “Let’s start with your fearless ability to come after any target you like. I wouldn’t mind being in the cross-hairs of a tongue that sharp from time to time.”

Dawkins, FL

Eleanor let go of the glass so that his hand was completely on hers, swallowing hard as he leaned closer. Her face was bright pink but she tried her best to act as if it was nothing.

His eyes locked on hers, Malcolm glided his thumb along the skin of her hand and without thinking moistened his lips.

“Oh really, now?” Carnegie said, leaning closer as well. “I grew up with two brothers. That pretty much taught me everything I know… if you want I could give you some private lessons…” The tone was heavily suggestive.

Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO

“Trust me honey, there ain’t nothin’ they taught you I’m interested in… though…” He smiled slyly. “… I can think of a few things I wouldn’t mind teaching you.” Another hand squeeze found him nearly face to face. His breathing heavier than he’d have liked but he was sure as hell not backing down now.

Dawkins, FL

Her mind was a turmoil of emotions. Another hand squeeze, another gasp, and her face was bright red again. And a chance to get back at Will. Without warning Eleanor closed the distance between them, softly kissing him in his lips.

Malcolm’s other hand found Eleanor’s knee under the table and as he leaned into the kiss, gave it a playful squeeze. He relished in the taste of her kiss and knew in that moment he had to get to know this girl better.

When they broke out she asked seductively. “And what would those things be?”

Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO

“Let’s just say…” He stole another, deeper kiss. His hand slightly above her knee. “… it’s not something I could show you here.”

Dawkins, FL

While the first kiss had been soft and tentative, the second one was refreshing. In a way, that was exactly what she had hoped for when she had decided to go to the lounge. Not to be kissing random members of the crew by the end of the night, but to find a way to cope and forget. And Malcolm seemed to be getting the job done.

Smiling the same smirk, Eleanor asked. “Why don’t you take me somewhere you can show me?”

Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO

To keep the near growl out of his voice took effort but he did it. The sly smile returning, Malcolm rose from his seat and walked to Eleanor’s side of the table. “Shall we dear?”

With a seductive look in her eyes, Eleanor held her hand out for him to help her out of her seat. And she walked with him out of the lounge.

As they walked out of the lounge, Malcolm rested his hand on the small of Eleanor’s back.

(Fade to Black)

Dawkins, FL

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Eleanor slowly opened her eyes. The room was dark. She had the feeling that it was still the middle of the night and way too early for her to get up. Kicking herself mentally for not setting up her nightstand chronographer, she sat up on the bed. And then it hit her. The headache. It was as if a thousand bricks had just fallen on her head triggered by the simple action of her straightening her spine. God it hurt. She shouldn’t have drank so much during the evening.

Slowly, she stood up and walked to the bathroom. However, curiously enough, there was no bathroom in her room. Eleanor was sure she had seen it… maybe it wasn’t on the right side, but on the left side? Indeed, walking the other direction let her to the small bathroom in her quarters. She had literally spent a grand total of less than ten minutes in the room after her arrival, so maybe she just didn’t know the layout that well. Now that she thought about it, she could have turned on the lights.

Walking to the sink, Carnegie washed her face, hoping that the difference in temperature made her headache go away. And then she spotted a toothbrush. She hadn’t opened her bags yet. She was sure. So how was a toothbrush — nothing like her own — on her sink? Also… was it shaving cream? There was a can of shaving cream… oh no.

Finally, the previous night’s events came rushing to her mind. The alcohol, the fighter pilot, the flirting… oh no… had they—? Eleanor, you’re better than this. Well… she wanted her revenge, it seems that she had had it. And regardless of the headache, she seemed to have had fun with it. Besides, the guy was cute. She was not going to complain. There was no point in waking him up now… besides, she really needed that headache gone. They would talk in the morning.

Walking back to bed, Eleanor laid back down, pulling the blankets up and snuggling in with the pillow she had been given. It didn’t take but a few moments and she was asleep.

Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO

Several hours later

Dawkins awoke to the soft sounds of his wrist chrono’s alarm going off. 0630… He thought as he silenced the alarm in his normal fashion. He went to roll over to grab his commbadge when his arm draped across an auburn-haired beauty laying next to him. She stayed… Malcolm smiled to himself. Bringing a girl back to his quarters so quickly really wasn’t his style. Furthermore… if his Momma ever found out, he was a dead man.

Giving her a gentle shake, Malcolm said softly. “Hey… Ellie… wake up babe. It’s morning.”

Malcolm