Need to Know 12/? (Miranda/Ashley)
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September 4 2014, 23:54:38 UTC
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It’s been three days since Ashley Williams took shore leave and flew over to Sydney, locating the Marouba district and renting a cottage not far from the beach. It was nice and quiet and hot, but the salty breeze was pleasant, and people were relaxed all around. Very relaxed. Ashley on the other hand already knew that there were only so many days that she could do nothing. The morning jogs on the beach were actually good, and it did feel nice to catch some rays.
She had four more days from her week off, and the magic was starting to wear off. She decided this would be her last day on the beach and then she would start hitting the pubs, or the reef.
Contrary to popular belief she was not born in combat gear and did not feel naked or exposed without her armor. She was comfortable in her swimwear, and she did get a handful of stares, which also felt good, although she knew that most of those were due to her well-toned muscles and not her other curves. She smirked even before she passed them, reveling in the occasional nervous glances, as if her eyes were saying “yes, I could take you down, too”. She had to conclude that she could take out most of the people on the beach in hand-to-hand combat-
She got a taste of her own medicine later, however, when resting on a deckchair, sipping an icy cocktail, she noticed a blonde in a black bikini walking towards her in the sand, rubbing her hair with a towel, smiling confidently. And that walk was more like striding with a cadence to the hips, a bunch of perfect curves and flawless skin that coalesced into a gently swaying apparition called Miranda Lawson. Good thing Ashley was sipping her drink and wearing sunglasses, so that the only thing betraying her utter surprise was the choking as the drink almost came out of her nose, forcing her to sit up and take control of her esophagus and her breathing.
Lawson not so much sat down, but glided smoothly into the deckchair next to Ashley, keeping an amused expression, looking out over the ocean. Ashley frowned and sat back, not even looking at her but staring sullenly forward behind her shades. For an outsider it looked like they didn’t even know each other.
“Good to see you, commander,” Miranda offered, throwing her beach towel on the table between them. She rested her head back on the chair and closed her eyes, enjoying the heat of the sun drying her skin. Ashley didn’t even look at her, and only acknowledged her words with a quiet snort.
The silence stretched between them, until a waitress came and took Miranda’s order. As soon as she was out of earshot, Ashley couldn’t help herself and snapped her head in Miranda’s direction. “You’ve got some nerve, Lawson,” she hissed. “Showing yourself in plain sight, here of all places! Aren’t you suppose to be on the run? Hiding?” Lawson smiled. “Come on, Williams. Who would point me out? So what if somebody was looking for a blonde on the beach…?” she asked playfully, waving her hand around discreetly.
Ashley followed her gesture. It was true: pretty women were galore around them, many blonde… it was a good disguise, hiding in plain sight, except that even Ashley’s pulse quickened when she noticed Lawson approaching. “You are either very stupid, or you are intentionally taking a huge risk, Lawson. Are they watching us now? What’s your play? Am I your insurance policy?”
She quickly leaned back as she noticed the waitress returning with an icy cold cocktail. Lawson smiled, thanked her and then pouted her lips ever so slightly to sip into the glass. Ashley winced as the now blonde woman made even this look alluring. “Maybe a bit of both. I trust that you will appreciate the help I have given you and will put in a few good words for me in case I need it…” she sipped her drink again. “And yes, I am taking a risk.”
Ashley was not impressed. “Great. It was worth bailing out on me…” “Ah, that one. I realized that I was set up by a… mutual friend. Besides, if the Alliance were to ever find out that you let me go, it would have been the end of your career. I did you a favour, commander.”
It’s been three days since Ashley Williams took shore leave and flew over to Sydney, locating the Marouba district and renting a cottage not far from the beach. It was nice and quiet and hot, but the salty breeze was pleasant, and people were relaxed all around. Very relaxed. Ashley on the other hand already knew that there were only so many days that she could do nothing. The morning jogs on the beach were actually good, and it did feel nice to catch some rays.
She had four more days from her week off, and the magic was starting to wear off. She decided this would be her last day on the beach and then she would start hitting the pubs, or the reef.
Contrary to popular belief she was not born in combat gear and did not feel naked or exposed without her armor. She was comfortable in her swimwear, and she did get a handful of stares, which also felt good, although she knew that most of those were due to her well-toned muscles and not her other curves. She smirked even before she passed them, reveling in the occasional nervous glances, as if her eyes were saying “yes, I could take you down, too”. She had to conclude that she could take out most of the people on the beach in hand-to-hand combat-
She got a taste of her own medicine later, however, when resting on a deckchair, sipping an icy cocktail, she noticed a blonde in a black bikini walking towards her in the sand, rubbing her hair with a towel, smiling confidently. And that walk was more like striding with a cadence to the hips, a bunch of perfect curves and flawless skin that coalesced into a gently swaying apparition called Miranda Lawson. Good thing Ashley was sipping her drink and wearing sunglasses, so that the only thing betraying her utter surprise was the choking as the drink almost came out of her nose, forcing her to sit up and take control of her esophagus and her breathing.
Lawson not so much sat down, but glided smoothly into the deckchair next to Ashley, keeping an amused expression, looking out over the ocean. Ashley frowned and sat back, not even looking at her but staring sullenly forward behind her shades. For an outsider it looked like they didn’t even know each other.
“Good to see you, commander,” Miranda offered, throwing her beach towel on the table between them. She rested her head back on the chair and closed her eyes, enjoying the heat of the sun drying her skin. Ashley didn’t even look at her, and only acknowledged her words with a quiet snort.
The silence stretched between them, until a waitress came and took Miranda’s order. As soon as she was out of earshot, Ashley couldn’t help herself and snapped her head in Miranda’s direction.
“You’ve got some nerve, Lawson,” she hissed. “Showing yourself in plain sight, here of all places! Aren’t you suppose to be on the run? Hiding?”
Lawson smiled.
“Come on, Williams. Who would point me out? So what if somebody was looking for a blonde on the beach…?” she asked playfully, waving her hand around discreetly.
Ashley followed her gesture. It was true: pretty women were galore around them, many blonde… it was a good disguise, hiding in plain sight, except that even Ashley’s pulse quickened when she noticed Lawson approaching.
“You are either very stupid, or you are intentionally taking a huge risk, Lawson. Are they watching us now? What’s your play? Am I your insurance policy?”
She quickly leaned back as she noticed the waitress returning with an icy cold cocktail. Lawson smiled, thanked her and then pouted her lips ever so slightly to sip into the glass. Ashley winced as the now blonde woman made even this look alluring.
“Maybe a bit of both. I trust that you will appreciate the help I have given you and will put in a few good words for me in case I need it…” she sipped her drink again. “And yes, I am taking a risk.”
Ashley was not impressed. “Great. It was worth bailing out on me…”
“Ah, that one. I realized that I was set up by a… mutual friend. Besides, if the Alliance were to ever find out that you let me go, it would have been the end of your career. I did you a favour, commander.”
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