Posted Nov. 20, 2020, 1:14 a.m. by Lieutenant Orvos Legen (Chief Engineer) (Tony Findora)
Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Lounge- Late Night
Posted by Lieutenant Orvos Legen (Chief Engineer) in Lounge- Late Night
Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Lounge- Late Night
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Marishka’s sultry voice sent goosebumps down his spine. Indeed, why had he come down here of all places? Sure, she tantalized him in a very physical sense, but why come down here to build the tension? His quarters were simply that, his quarters. There wasn’t much work he felt like doing in there. It was his retreat after all. This, not so much. But he obviously wasn’t about to share that here.
“Really I thought I’d be able to focus on my work here, but…” he said as he turned his eyes toward her, trying to swallow so obviously. “It’s proving to be a bit distracting here too.”
-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE
If Marishka taunted Orvos and suggested that he run away, he might just do that and she was having far too much fun in his company, not to mention the effect it was having on Julien.
“Do you require a bit of privacy my engineer?” she purred only semi professionally.
“I could make that happen.”
- Marishka
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OOC: Apologies for the delay.
IC: Orvos paused, his mind unable to fully compute things around him…that is, everything but Marishka. He gave a mock laugh, perhaps in challenge to her statement. “I doubt you could do that here.” He remained seated, curious to how she would react.
-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE
A slow smile spread across Marishka’s features, her silvery eyes never left Orvos’ face. Slowly, she stood like a serpent uncoiling. Leaning forward, she reached to the middle of the table and, with one lustrous burgundy fingernail, tapped a lightning fast series of commands into the mosaic marble before sitting down again.
Orvos froze, the motion she made seeming familiar to him.
Quickly a curtain of peacock feathers descended around the table and a small chime rang. In the small space the curtains had created, all was quiet.
“Do I stay or do I go my engineer?” she asked casually.
- Marishka
He eyed her. There was a part of him that did want her to go. In fact, running would have been better. But there was another part of him that didn’t want her to go. A part of him that was curious what kind of a woman she really was. A flirt? Perhaps. But he doubted things would escalate in such a way where he could say that his body had acted appropriately to the closed screen. Or…was there something else?
He leaned back, trying not to give any ground to his perceptions. “What would you like to do?” he inquired.
-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE
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