Posted Jan. 15, 2019, 10:36 p.m. by Commander DaVinci Colter (Chief Intelligence Officer/ 2nd Officer) (Terry Sullivan)
Posted by Ensign Kalani Kāne (Scientist) in Mess Hall - Let’s do lunch
Posted by Commander DaVinci Colter (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Mess Hall - Let’s do lunch
Posted by Commander DaVinci Colter (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Mess Hall - Let’s do lunch
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In the same playful tone Kavia spoke, DaVinci replied. “My interrogation methods will break you. They can be quite. . . . intense.”
He leaned in close once again and whispered in her ear, letting his hot breathe caress her neck and ear. “You will be begging, don’t. . . . .stop. . . . . .please . . . don’t. . . stop. . .please. . don’t. stop. .please don’t stop. . . .”
Colter (CIO)
Kavia closed her eyes and let his breath run down her neck. She relaxed into the moment for a long second. She loved the things Colter was promising her. Maybe too much. As she opened her eyes, Kavia reacted. Reaching up she grabbed his wrist with her right hand and twisted it out. This was not to take him down yet but to give her some leverage. Reaching down with her left hand as if she was doing a right-handed cartwheel forcing her legs straight into the air in front of his face. Kavia was not a fat woman but she did have enough mass that when she pulled down on his wrist for leverage, Colter leaned slightly forward. Using this position, she did not complete the expected cartwheel but bent her legs and wrapped them around Colter’s head and neck. One hundred and twenty-five pounds around anyone’s neck would force them off balance. Colter was no exception. Kavia curled her back knowing she was going to impact the soft sand. Colter, with all his years of training, also curled his head and body so that he rolled instead of pile driving his head into the sand. This action, because her legs were still wrapped around his head, caused Kavia to roll with him which is exactly what she wanted. Kavia had no misconceptions that Colter at any times could have countered her moves or bested her after the initial shock wore off of what she was doing. Still, it was a lot more fun to get into the position they both desired this way than the traditional one where they embraced and sank to their knees. At least she hoped Colter agreed. As she came forward, Colter maneuvered her over his head and onto his chest facing him. By this time Kavia realized while she was holding onto his right wrist, Colter now held her left one just as firmly. Shaking the hair out of her eyes she looked down at him under her straddle.
After the initial shock of what Kavia had done wore off, instinct indeed, took over. His immediate response was to retaliate. She had played him and he had fallen for it all. But as the moment passed, he sensed no hostility in her actions ot movements, only fun, and . . . .desire.
“So now that I got us into a more acceptable position what was I supposed to say to you? Don’t. . . . .stop. . . . . .please . . . don’t. . . stop. . .please. . don’t. stop. .please don’t stop,” she imitated his words back to him. That was the beauty of her perfect memory. The only difference between her words and his was that the first series of don’t stop please was peppered with soft fast kisses and the last please don’t stop she spoke hovering inches above his lips.
Kavia.
He relaxed once again as each kiss touched his lips. Releasing her wrist, DaVinci slowly reached up with his free hand and brushed her hair back behind her ear, then gently trace along her jawbone until her chin softly rested on his fingertips. With a lift of his head, he kissed her again, lowered his head back to the sand and said, “Yes, those are the exact words. The only difference is whethre you’ll be whispering them, or screaming them.
Without another word, DaVinci hungrily attacked her neck, ears, throat, and shoulders with kisses, opening all his senses up to Kavia, the taste of her skin, the unique scent that was hers alone, the touch of her hair as it brushed his face . . .
“Computer, run program alpha-foxtrot-zulu-one-niner.”
When Kavia next opened her eyes, the scene had shifted from the tropical beach to a log cabin, resting near the peak of a mountaintop. A thick, heavy snow fell outside the windows, but inside the log cabin, the fire blazing in the fireplace kept things warm and allowed for the only light in the room. They went from lying in the sand to a large, brass bed covered with bear skin blankets.
And though the temperature outside was quite chilly, the thermometer in the room continued to rise along with their passion. . . . . .
Colter (CIO)
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