Posted Jan. 31, 2023, 12:02 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)
Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in 2200 (Tag: Dawson)
Posted by Civilian Dawson (Intelligence Operative) in 2200 (Tag: Dawson)
Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in 2200 (Tag: Dawson)
Posted by… suppressed (5) by the Post Ghost! 👻<snip>
Since coming aboard the Athena Marishka had spent a considerable amount of time in the company of Orvos, and Al Aurian. This allowed her, due to certain events in her past, to adapt her pheromones into something that would be much more pleasing, enticing, and much harder for Dawson to resist. She wasn’t looking to completely overpower his senses though.
“Let’s start with the bag in your hand. It’s a simple drink to make but I doubt either one of us needs it. Just set it down and whatever happens next, happens next.”
She smiled and leaned forward slightly, her lips barely touched his cheek but left a sensation of lingering heat where they touched.
- Marishka
Dawson gently let down the bag a few feet away near the base of one of the large plants hiding them. His breathing picked up as he turned his eyes to Marishka. His senses opened up more as he found her much more difficult to resist than other women of orion decent. Perhaps it was the klingon in her as well? He wasn’t sure, but he slowly falling under her spell. One of his hands brought her closer to him as it found the small of her back. His eyes locked with hers, his own lips mere inches from her.
“And here I was thinking I was chasing you…it feels more like you’ve been luring me in.” He leaned in closer to her ear, his voice very low. “I’m not normally enticed so easily. You’re difficult to resist. Then again, I don’t think I want to resist you.” He then gave her ear a playful nip.
-Dawson, Intel
Marishka let out a low growl. One hand started at the nape of his neck, her long nails running down his spine, as she drew him in closer. She could have easily torn the clothing from his body but decided to take things slow.
“What a lovely place to be untamed, as you said.”
She slipped her other arm around him and kissed him roughly, something she’d been waiting to do for quite some time.
- Marishka
Dawson could feel the goosebumps forming on his skin as her nails ran down his spine, her closeness being a big turn on for him. He could feel her strength, lavishing the thoughts of a potential equal to him. He returned the kiss with similar intensity, his arms bringing her body tight against his own. “Wild and untamed sounds perfect. No prying eyes, no listening ears.” He brought one hand to her face, fingers beginning to intertwine in her hair as he passionately embraced her again. His other hand glided down her back and gripped her hip against him.
-Dawson, Intel
Marishka could feel the heat of Dawson’s body though her thin silk garments. She enjoyed the tightness of his arms around her. Slowly, she lead them a bit further into the arboretum barely breaking the embrace and kiss as she did so. At this point it didn’t matter to her whom was luring or chasing whom.
- Marishka
Dawson didn’t let her go. He followed her pull. And yet, he too was pushing her deeper into the arboretum. He pulled his lips just barely enough off of her lips to speak. “Tell me,” he breathed. “What lines were you expecting to cross today?” He then started kissing her cheek, moving along her jaw and soon to her neck.
-Dawson, Intel
Marishka kept one arm tightly around Dawson’s waist, the other hand came up and ran long fingers through his hair and down his neck and back. She knew exactly where they were going and slowed their pace slightly.
“Right now, the ones that involve clothing because, if you have followed me all the way here just to play with me, I’d rather stop right now.” she growled before leaning in and nipping his neck playfully.
- Marishka
Dawson grinned against her neck, his hands moving to the hem of her garb. “There’s a time for everything, and I think the time for play has moved into something else,” he growled against her as he continued to push her until her back was against the largest standing tree in the arboretum. His hands moved to pull off her silky garments, a fire burning that could not be quenched.
“Here I am,” he said between kisses as his hands performed their tasks. “With a woman who knows how to play with fire. The next question is, does that fire go out? And…” He then added with a more humorous hint. “How much wood does it take to keep it burning? Will it satisfy the burning and cool it to embers for a bit? Or will it consume the wood?”
-Dawson, Intel
Dawson was cheeky, Marishka would definitely give him that. Easiest way to find out how much wood there was to be burned was to reach between them and find it. So that is what she silently did. She must have been satisfied with what she found because she bared her teeth and growled at him, her intentions were very clear by now. Her free hand moved to the collar of his shirt and began tearing. They could replicate new clothing on their way out.
“Now.” she said simply.
- Marishka
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