Mess Hall- Games of Seduction

Posted Jan. 23, 2023, 1:36 p.m. by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Mess Hall- Games of Seduction

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Mess Hall- Games of Seduction

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Mess Hall- Games of Seduction
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Pikelsimer smiled and said “Well, perhaps somewhere we could talk privately, then. I know a sport or three myself. But if you know the ship so well, how’s about you lead? Consider it a challenge. Find a place we xan… talk… with little chance of us gettin’ interrupted.”


The problem with such a tiny ship was that there were less great places to hide where you weren’t in close proximity to an important area. For instance, they were on Deck 5, which housed the lower level of engineering and VIP quarters (like Pikelsimer’s). “We don’t even have to go that far either,” Jassa said, her eyes lit up with the intrigue of it all.

She almost reached out and took his hand, but thought better of it. There was playing games and then there was getting into deep trouble. Trouble might find her, but she preferred fun and games.

Stepping backwards with sure feet, the blond Bajoran spun on the ball of her foot and set off down the corridor, letting her hips punctuate every stride.

Renden turned right at a junction and proceeded a few more metres before she reached back and pulled him towards her as she stepped back against Airlock 3. They were deep in space so no one was coming this way. Her heart thudded and the anticipation rose up through her, showing in her eyes. “I doubt anyone will bother us here,” she purred.

~Renden Jassa

“Prolly not… unless my wife gets here. I have no doubt she’d make quick use of this airlock.” and he grinned and then leaned in and kissed her, his desire and restraint poured into it. His hands went low on her hips, and with a single surge of strength, he lifted her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and he pushed her up against the bulkhead. He pulled back just long enough to look in her eyes for a moment, and then he dove back into her.


There was no greater thrill than doing something illicit in a place where you shouldn’t be, and this was no different. She kissed him back hard, the built up tension coursing through her body. She tilted her head back as his lips found her neck and she whispered. “Since you never asked my name, what are you calling me in your head?” she said, her fingernails sliding down over the back of his shirt.

~Renden Jassa

His teeth bit down on her neck, not hard, but enough to illicit a sharp breath. He let go and then kissed the red spot before looking at her and smiling. “I’m calling you mine.” and he he kissed her with even more vigor than before. He pushed her hard up against the airlock wall and his hands began to roam, flesh hand and metal hand applying a contrast of heat and cold to her skin and they slid over bare bits and moved aside clothes to access more exposed flesh.


In their little alcove, Jassa didn’t hold back even as she was keeping an eye out for interruptions. Everything he did just fuelled the intensity between them, but then again, illicit rendezvouses had a way making everything feel just… more.

A few minutes later, the Bajoran was doing up the skintight body suit and she gave Micah a wink.

~Renden Jassa

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