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Re: EPIL: S [D06|1720] Angel's Quarters
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[Lt. JG Alessia Garcia - "Angel"  | Alessia's Quarters | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Griff 
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Down between Evelyn's thighs, Alessia continued to lick, suck and tease her sister wolf, loving how the woman was reacting to her while thoroughly enjoying the taste of the other woman and smiled at the "Oh bloody hell." She heard whispered.

As Evelyn's back arched up and her hips started rocking, Alessia allowed one hand to slide up the other woman's scarred body, her fingers lightly tracing over several of the scars as it moved up over her stomach to her breast, lightly caressing and teasing both it and the erect nipple peaking at the top of her curve. She caught Evelyn looking down at her and flicked her eyes up, meeting hers, looking into them as she continued her oral work.

The sight of the woman staring at her as well as her moans and grunts were increasing her own arousal. Giving her breast one last squeeze she allowed her hand to run back down Rawley's body and winked at the woman before sliding two fingers into the woman's core, fingering the woman as she licked and sucked on her clit.

Moaning softly against the soft nub of flesh, Angel slipped her free hand down between her own legs and started rubbing her own clit, her hips rocking against her fingers as she got them both off. She continued to watch as Evelyn's collapsed back against the bed and started caressing her own body, getting more turned on by the sight as her tongue continued it's work as her fingers pumped inside her lover in time with her fellow pilot's rocking hips.

When Evelyn announced that she was close, Alessia licked, sucked and thrust faster as her own hand brought her closer to her own release, their joint moans filling her quarters as they neared the edge. The sound of Evelyn crying out in orgasm pushed Alessia over the edge, although her own cries were muffled by Evelyn's core, her tongue and fingers not stopping their movements as their orgasms rocked both of them.

Shuddering as their orgasm's passed, Alessia eventually pulled away and licked Evelyn's wetness from her lips and slowly crawled her way up the bed, collapsing against her fellow wolf with a soft sigh. Mmmm that was great." she muttered.

Feeling exhaustion starting to settle in she pushed herself up to see that after her orgasm, Evelyn had already apparently fallen asleep, causing her to smirk before looking over at Lillee who was still sleeping herself. They might have gotten her to cry out as they wanted, but in the end, she was the last woman standing...well laying technically but still, having worn out the other two that was a victory that she would savour.

With a chuckle she lay back down and closed her eyes, falling asleep almost immediately. The night wasn't too bad after all.
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Re: EPIL: S [D06|1720] Angel's Quarters
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[PO3 Lillee t'Jellaieu | Alessia's Quarters | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Revan

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Few things were quiet as disorientating as waking up with a splitting headache. The pain, mixed with nausea, was overwhelming, and Lillee just lay there, eyes closed, silently cursing everything she could. She wanted to go back to sleep, but...oh, curses, it was probably time to report to her duty shift. It had to be what, 0800? She'd probably missed her alarm.

"Urgghhh," Lillee groaned out load as she contemplated getting back in her Valkyrie, keeping her eyes resolutely shut . Oh by Eisn's fire, this would not be a pleasant day. How was she even...oh. The party. The drinking. Oh curses, the drinking. She'd always been a lightweight...and there was the inevitable consequence.

Still, a grumble of her stomach was a searing reminder that she needed to eat. She was both hungry and nauseous, plus she felt strangely dirty and sweaty, even grimy. Wonderful. Reluctantly, Lillee forced her eyes open, wincing before she reached around for her light control. When she instead found flesh, Lillee jerked upright in shock with a gasp.

"Oh," she muttered, her eyes on the shapely buttock that she was grasping in the dark. "Oh," she repeated, her eyes finding the buttock's owner, Angel: a fellow Wolf, her outline illuminated by the starlight outside. Then her eyes found a second female form, the messed up sheets, their mutual lack of any clothing, and the unmistakable scent of what they'd just done. "Oh..."

She froze for a second, afraid that one of the other two women might have awoken, but was grateful to find that both still slept. Where were they, anyway? These weren't NCO's quarters...no. These were officer's quarters. Terrific. A wave of nausea hit Lillee and she swore under her breath. Oh stars, this had been a mistake. She remembered...yes, she remembered the party. The flirting. The sex.

...In fairness, despite how drunk they'd all been, it had been very good sex.

Nevertheless, Lillee awkwardly levered herself off the bed, swaying slightly on her feet, and belatedly realised that she was still somewhat inebriated. It took her only a moment to find the right control beside the bed: the time was 05:45. No wonder the others were still asleep. Still, Lillee tried to assemble her scattered thoughts. A quick shower, get dressed, head back to her quarters for a nap, get food, report to Sickbay for a quick hangover hypospray, report to the FAB for duty...simple.

Thus, quietly, Lillee did precisely that. She moved to the bathroom (noting sourly that it was larger than the NCO bathrooms, bastards), closed the door and moved directly into the shower, turning it on. Thankfully the shower was still online. Given the brutal battering that the Theurgy had withstood lately, even that was something to be grateful for.

She remained in the shower for longer than she needed to. The water (oh, to have blessed water rather than sonic) ran down her face and body and Lillee idly worked her blonde hair, washing it thoroughly. It would take several showers to get the scent of sex and booze out of her nose, but it was something. She wondered why she still felt so down, so battered, so exhausted, like a dead woman walking. A good drink, good sex with friends...that always made things better, right? It had always been great catharsis with her fellow Romulans, and during the war...

But no. Not this time. A solitary sob escaped her before Lillee clamped down on her fear with an iron grip, shuddering with the physical effort it took. The memory of the Borg cube was still fresh in her mind, but she banished that thought too. No. Focus. One step at a time. She switched off the shower and forced her legs outside into the relative chill, grabbing a towel to dry herself.

One step at a time.


-FIN
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