[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 Groaning, Faye could feel the cool surface of the table under her back, and tried to remember how she ended up like that. Thinkin was hard, memory was fuzzy, and her body was keyed up, shivering and shaking. She registered the wet thunk of the dildo on the table next to her before the loss of the hard rod from between her legs fully clicked in her mind. Winded, but pleased, she let out a low whimper, and tried to close her legs, feeling a delightful burn in her muscles from how they'd been forced to stay open to that point. She was going to be
sore in the morning, a realization she'd had once already that night, and imagined she would have reaffirmed a few more times before the evening ended.
Then again she was fucking around with a Klingon. Bloodied and beaten wasn't off the menu in such an encounter. She would know, after all. Mickayla wasn't her first of the warrior race. As she had said before - Faye wouldn't break.
She might need a minute to recover though, and so she lay there, giggling and whimpering, looking at her ceiling and listening, with ears, and her mind. She felt the satisfaction from Mickayla. The pride, as the other woman went to clean briefly, and then get a drink. Smart. Pretty and smart. A good combination. Faye liked that, and would remember that. more then just strong arms and a nice face. Good mind between the ears. Made things more fun. Her own mind was clearly still struggling to reassert itself, but soon she managed, not terribly long after laying there under the Klingon's gaze.
"I'm going to be walking funny tomorrow," she noted, as she carefully pushed herself up. She saw the toy and scooped it into her hand, giving the tip a teasing kiss, before she padded, nude, toward the other room to wash the toy - and her own hands. She hummed and mimicked the other girls' choice of drink, gulping down the cool liquid and sweeping sweaty dark locks from her forehead. Stretching as well, kicking her leg out to one side a few times to work a kink out of her thigh, she stood now in the archway, still visibly flushed, watching the other woman. A smirk curled over her lips.
"How's the ass feel, Mickayla?" Faye asked, having a pretty good idea but wanting to hear the other woman say it as she slowly sashayed her hips, strutting to the couch.
"The plug feel good?" She let her fingers trail up against the woman's thigh. There were a couple of ways things could go, actions that she could take, or that the other woman might initiate all on her own, and the impish diplomat wanted a sense of where Mickayla wished to take things next. This night was for her, after all.
Topic: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper