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USS Ogawa

Gamma Tiltium IV- Tropical Chemistry

Posted by Chief Petty Officer Sam Nazarian (Host of Florence’s) in Gamma Tiltium IV- Tropical Chemistry

Posted by Lieutenant Navale Huzzen (Engineer) in Gamma Tiltium IV- Tropical Chemistry

Posted by Chief Petty Officer Sam Nazarian (Host of Florence’s) in Gamma Tiltium IV- Tropical Chemistry
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Sam grinned and closed his eyes, soaking up the sensation of her lips on his skin. “Best sleep I’ve had in awhile.” He turned carefully to face her and reached out to her arm, tracing lines up and down her bicep.

“How are you feeling about the idea of breakfast? We could go downstairs to the restaurant, or we could order in room service.”

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

“Hmmmm.... do I want to let you show me off and let everyone know we’re here together, or do I want us to keep each other all to ourselves?” Navale grinned, “Both ideas are very very tempting and full of possibilities. Shall we flip a spanner, or do you have a preference?”

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

Sam leaned in and brushed his lips against her throat. “I am a fan of both scenarios, but the idea of staying here with you as leisurely as we please does sounds far more enticing. I vote for room service.”

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

Navale’s head fell back and her breath caught softly in her throat. “Mmmmm… there is a PaDD around her somewhere with the menu…” She sighed and then met his lips with hers for a long blissful moment.

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

He kissed her deeply, snaking an arm underneath her and holding her body close to his. Pulling back for a moment, he smirked. “We just have to decide what we’re hungry for.”

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

“I know what I’m hungry for, and it’s not on the menu. Besides my complete lack of culinary discernment might scare you off if I pick.” Navale laughed as she gently tugged at him, bringing his lips back to hers.

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

His lips smiled between their kiss for a brief moment before delving fully into her lips. Thoughts of breakfast disappeared as he gently rolled Navale to her back and began a trail of kissing down her neck and along her shoulder. She could push him away easily enough if she really wanted to, but he suspected they were both very much on the same page right now.

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

They were very much on the same page, and stayed there long after breakfast was over.

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

Sam finally resigned himself to the fact that he needed to get out of bed. Navale made that a rather difficult proposition, so it was with reluctance that he leaned over and brushed hair from the side of her face and kissed her cheek. “I am going to have a shower and as much as I would love to ask you to join me, I think that might be counterproductive,” he said with a grin.

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

“Sam,” she said with all seriousness, tugging him back beside her. “It’s called a vacation. We are supposed to be counterproductive.” Navale laughed softly. “But I won’t stop you from not asking me.”

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

“Temptress,” he breathed as he landed next to her once again. “I was just getting hungry, like actually hungry. It might even be lunch time now, actually. That’s how you know i’m on vacation. I have absolutely no idea what time it is and what meal people may or may not be eating,” he said with a smirk as he reached over and traced the tips of two fingers along her jaw bone.

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

Her eyes fluttered closed for just a moment, soaking in the warmth. Then she laughed, “Okay, then I suppose we both have to get up because we have to go out to eat. That won’t happen in here.” She wiggled her brows at him with a chuckle. Then sat up. She kissed him once and then pushed him playfully. “Go on.”

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

He made an exaggerated play at having to get up, though it was only partly in jest. It was hard to move away from her.

Without a shred of self consciousness, Sam crossed the room and slipped into the washroom for the shower, though he grabbed his clothes from last night on the way.

He emerged a few minutes later and broke into a smile as he saw her, his eyes lighting up. “Well? Shall we go find food?”

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

Navale grinned and wandered over to him, unashamed of her lack of covering. “If you get a shower, so do I. I made reservations at the Jade Whale for us. 20 minutes.” She trailed her fingers tips over him as she passed him. “And just so you know, it’s an open invitation.” She winked at him and disappeared into the hot shower.

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

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