"Well, hello there, aren't you just a pretty little thing." The smirk was practically written all over the woman's tone as she stopped her newest victim in the hallway. She was an older woman who appeared to be in her late thirties, with a few wrinkles around her eyes-- laughter lines she would have called them --and obviously not as young as half
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"Come on, somebody has to kick your butt." She offered a little grin at him. "It might as well be me."
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"You think you can take me Ensign?" Lyon quipped as he took up a defensive stance once again. "Then come get me!" He bounced eagerly on the balls of his feet as he waited for Pasha to attack.
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Pasha smirked lightly. This was more like it. She couldn't deal with being serious for long periods of time, it made her uncomfortable and nervous, she had enough of being with serious on her ship, this was like an odd little sabbatical from the Enterprise. "Gladly." She laughed before springing forward with a renewed vigor, directing a swift kick for his hip.
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Mentally berating himself for doing just that, Lyon tore his eyes away from Pasha's chest just as her kick was heading for his hip. With no time to block it Lyon was forced to try to side-step the blow. He partially succeeded and managed to lessen its impact, but it still pushed him sideways and started to spin him around. He risked stumbling and remaining off-balance if he tried to straighten out again so instead he turned the momentum of the spin into a backhanded swing at Pasha's head.
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"Nice hit," he acknowledged as he flipped onto his back and aimed a swift kick at Pasha's ankles. She wasn't the only one who knew the value in being able to knock someone off their feet after all.
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She landed with a small pained 'oof', only allowing herself a few seconds- a few seconds she hoped that Lyon would be winded for -to recover before moving swiftly to straddle him. Not technically proper grappling technique. But hell, she was winging it.
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It was even more so awkward as she could feel her breathing was ragged and her face was undoubtedly covered in a bright red blush from fighting, the closeness and from the physicality of it all being arousing. "I still win." She commented, trying to keep her tone at normal.
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"Absolutely," Lyon agreed breathlessly before pinning Pasha's arms over her head and swooping in for a hard kiss. He couldn't help himself; she just looked so damn good all flushed and panting like that that he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her.
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But there were a few rare occasions where she broke her pattern, just as right know as she unwound her hand from his hair, snaking her hand down the young Immortal's body instead. Pasha cupped his bulge with her hand for a few minutes, rubbing at him through the fabric of his shorts although it didn't take her very long to decide that wasn't enough and with a devilish smirk she slipped her hand down the front of Lyon's shorts, wrapping her hand around his length and stroking him.
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Lyon groaned against Pasha's mouth and rocked his hips forward to press his cock further into her hand when she began to stroke him under his shorts. The skin-to-skin contact felt incredible and made his pulse pound in his ears. Following Pasha's lead, Lyon's hand released her breast and burrowed its way under her clothes before working its way between her thighs. Once there he forced a finger between her folds and rubbed her clit with long, even strokes.
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However her latent aggression was put to one side for a moment as she gave a little gasp, unfortunately undisguisable and feminine, at the feeling of Lyon's hand between her legs. The feeling prompted a little moan from her, only making her increase her hand's pace around his cock and nip at his lower lip once again. But the last part was mainly jut for the hell of it.
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