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Calloway's Quarters - At Least We Aren't Fighting About Money

Posted July 11, 2022, 1:14 p.m. by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Calloway’s Quarters - At Least We Aren’t Fighting About Money

Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) in Calloway’s Quarters - At Least We Aren’t Fighting About Money

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Calloway’s Quarters - At Least We Aren’t Fighting About Money

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Though she had returned to her new ‘uniform’, she hadn’t been in character today. It had been too hard a struggle to find that place again. Right now was no different. Tomorrow though, that was a different story. Tomorrow she’d be so deep in that all semblance of this Shara Calloway would have vanished unless you specifically knew what to look for. That was the game of characters. Truth and fiction mashed into one.

But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t have a little fun right now. She turned in a slow, circle ending so her back was to him. Shara glanced over her shoulder and down slightly towards the faux leather leggings that covered her lower half, before casting her gaze back up at him, her foggy blue eyes alit. “Well, I suppose now it won’t be spoiling things if you give this fine ass a healthy glance when we’re in public. After all, especially in this get-up I look good.”

“You’d look good inna burlap sack, and you know it.” Micah said with a grin.

Shara just winked.

Stepping forward, she held her arms up out and lifted them slowly as she sauntered away. “Drink it in, Pickle,” she said as she disappeared for a shower.

~Shara, Flirty Wife

“Like a man dyin’ a thirst, wife. Holler if’n ya need help getting those hard-to-reach spots” he called after her and watched the door slide closed. Pikelsimer chuckled and shook his head slightly before turning to the replicator and starting to get some food put together. Meats, cheese, and some crackers filled a platter; and from a cabinet he pulled out an actual bottle of wine and two glasses. Setting everything on the table, he tookoff his jacket and took a seat.

Micah

A sonic shower didn’t take long but it was a moment for her to collect herself and the fact that now the whole ship knew they ere married. Did she have a problem with it? Not really. But it was a risk, though like he said it was riskier trying to keep secrets. But try telling her head that. The issue with her being triggered right now is that her symptoms ramped up when people she cared about were in danger. And being openly married put them in a position where someone could take advantage of that.

Good thing the two of them were tough as nails and willing to give a beat down where necessary. It wasn’t normally her style, but on this crazy-ass mission anything went it seemed.

When she emerged from the refresher, Shara’s hair hung in loose waves and she definitely looked more relaxed, despite the fatigue etched into her features. She eyed the table and smiled. “Nice spread,” she said, moving to take a seat. A romantic little meal before curling up next to him? Sounded perfect.

~Shara

“What can I say, I press good buttons.” Micah replied with a grin and poured Shara a glass before pouring one for himself. He leaned back and looked at his wife and said “So? How are ya doin’ after yer shower, then? Feel any better?”

Micah


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