When the Captain paged us, I'd had Enzo Giannini buried balls deep in me. He'd only just slipped in, as it'd easily taken him a quarter of an hour to get from suggesting I join him in the mess as I got off duty to suggesting we fuck, then once I'd agreed to fuck him after only a moment's consideration even, it still took him another quarter of an ( Read more... )

This morning we left bright and early to gather up our host and head out for supplies. V and I agreed that Brian would not be safe with the bastard and romulan bitch, unsupervised. However, this decision lead to a need to break and enter, as well as a bit of tough love. I figure it was better than having to clean up a murder and hope it didn't ( Read more... )

I really do not understand the Bastard's tendency to try to get into private conversations with me. He does it all the jay' time. It's enough to drive a sane woman mad. That said, I have to at least make a pretense of trying to pretend to be civil, as regardless of what I think of him, he still outranks me, and it creates awkward questions when one ( Read more... )

V and I found a couple of small bars on the station. We planted a few bottom feeding locals on their ass, got bought more than our fair share of drinks by admirers who didn't cut it, and shared stories of better bar crawls. She was highly amused by some of the tales I had of my times bar crawling with Blue, especially the time with the drunken ( Read more... )

After my unplanned research project of last night, I was woken up entirely too early for my tastes. Probably only four hours into my sleep, I am being awoken from a peaceful slumber to be surprised by a person in my quarters. I only saw a slight movement as my eyes started to crack, then I rolled across the bed, grabbed my d'k tahg and readied it ( Read more... )

While digging through my belongings after returning from the party, I found the silliest damn toy I have ever owned. I came across it when doing a research project on toys during my second semester of 20th century studies in the Academy. It's called an Astrojax, and it is the love child of juggling and yo-yos. While both concepts had been around ( Read more... )

Leaving the mess, I kept hearing my name float up in the conversation. I made a point to ignore it. Reaching the corridor, I let out a sigh of relief as I was now out of ear shot of the damned gossip brigade. The Shingen easily had the most active and rabid gossip network I'd ever encountered on a fleet ship, which is saying a lot given the level ( Read more... )

The arrival back to the Shingen wasn't too bad, given that we'd been to the mirror universe and back, and of course they had to take precautions that we really were ourselves and not our doubles. Noelle took it quietly and patiently, but it was clear she was relieved when they finally decided they could leave her alone, let her get on with ( Read more... )

It felt like I was being haunted from the moment I met him. He was Travis, but he wasn't my Travis, is the best I can explain it. I think the most unsettling thing about it was that unlike my Travis, he was combat adept. It caught me off balance that he'd never met my double in his universe, but could find each and every one of my buttons to push, ( Read more... )

“There's no one following you,” I heard, causing me to come to a quick stop, pivoting to see who said it. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a smirk plastered across his face. “So, where's the fire?” Between the body language and the use of metaphor, I could have mistaken him for my Travis if I hadn't known better.

“Leaning against ( Read more... )