Mar 11, 2004 12:07
*watches as Phlox escorts Reed out of the Mess, and the captain stalks off towards his mess*
sooo wouldn't want to be Hayes right now
*looks around, sees he's alone as people begin cautiously mingling again*
*lopes over to the music desk*
*smiles at the crewman on duty*
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*notices that a slow song starts*
Now this is something I like....
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*smirks to show he's kidding*
*twirls her round easily*
So, Chris, what's new in your world. Haven't seen you around a lot lately.
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Oh, I've been on night shifts for a while...
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night shifts - for real, or is that just an euphemism?
*tries to look stern and fails dismally*
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What? For real. Though it's easier doing someone without anybody watching at work at nights.
Didn't the current department head of armoury have the chance to screw his boyfriend at work yet?
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Don't worry Chris. You're secrets' safe with me...I won't tell Trip exactly what goes on on top of his reactor after hours.
or with who...wonder if she caught their little bump and grind performance earlier?
And no. No nookie at work for us. *snorts* No nookie at all because of work being the more accurate statement
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*uses her free hand to pet his cheek*
*moves in closer to him*
You should try it. It's fun. Even if it's just a quickie.
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The problem is - me and Michael don't know the meaning of quickie...really, we cannot seem to get the hang of wham-bam, thankyou and goodnight.
*shrugs*
*looks at her*
or was that TMI?
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*puts a hand on his lower back, letting it trail down toward his skirt*
So what's under it?
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*feels her hands go lower*
...oversized torque wrench and a bag of nuts
*smirks*
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*grins closer to him*
*tries to squeeze his butt through the leather skirt*
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He's an engineer, he knows how to handle his tools
*swings around the dancefloor*
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Or do you prefer to stay on nightshift and practice your own manual techniques?
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Still, I prefer a little action.
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I think he's left the party, you know. All alone.
*song winds down*
Speaking of action, better go find my better half...*leans over and kisses her forehead*
thankyou for the dance, m'dear...and don't be a stranger now
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