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2200 (Tag: Dawson)

Posted June 1, 2023, 12:11 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)

Posted by Civilian Dawson (Intelligence Operative) in 2200 (Tag: Dawson)

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in 2200 (Tag: Dawson)

Posted by Civilian Dawson (Intelligence Operative) in 2200 (Tag: Dawson)
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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

Dawson’s only defense against her (that is, if he was even trying) came tumbling down at her touch. He vocalization sent him over the edge and he gave in, letting her hands break his metaphorical shell open as he did to her. The heat of the moment made him frenzy with passion as they practically tore at each. Soon they stumbled and fell onto the earth of the arboretum, his sense soaking in the scent of foliage around them as though they truly were in a natural setting. Then all of his sense refocused on her. …

-Dawson, Intel


Sometime later, the arboretum was still quite locked. Dawson lay in its foliage, one hand behind his head, the other roaming Marishka’s curves as he willed. “Now that,” he breathed with a slight growl. “Was fun.” He had his eyes closed as he took in the feel of her skin and the scent permeating the air around them.

-Dawson, Intel

Marishka sighed and stretched. With one shift of position, an ample amount of warm flesh now rested in Dawson’s wandering hand.

“I don’t need to tell you how dark, disorganized, and even dangerous life can be. I think we should take every opportunity we can to have a little fun so, perhaps you should consider staying on the Athena for quite a while.” she whispered while running a free hand over his exposed flesh.

  • Marishka

Dawson gave her a velvety laugh as his hands firmly, but slowly seized the opportunity presenting itself as he listened. “You make it hard fo rme to resist. I’ll be here for awhile. Long enough to keep testing your fierce strength, I’m sure?” His skin tingled everywhere her fingers traced. The euphoria of their act still keeping him mentally sedated.

He closed his eyes, the barest sound of his low voice coming from his throat, almost as if purring in their aftermath. Though he was by no means a feline, his body showed her how comfortable he seemed to be with her.

-Dawson, Intel

At this point Marishka wasn’t trying to figure Dawson out, she was just enjoying the companionship of a willing and skillful man.

“Perhaps next time I won’t make you chase me although next time could be right now if you like.”

  • Marishka

Dawson’s laugh was filled with a sense of playfulness. “Aww, no chasing me then? That’s a right shame. Did I not make a good enough impression on you?” he said as he leaned towards her, his eyes giving her warm sultry body a once over before returning his resurging animalistic gaze upon her eyes.

-Dawson, Intel

Marishka grinned at Dawson. There would be time enough to learn how much of his words were him or the pheromones talking.

“Oh so now you want me to chase you hmm? Well, I know the ship pretty damned well, if that’s a challenge, I’ll take it.”

  • Marishka

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