milkmaiden38
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Hora
Hora stepped back into the waiting area and reclaimed her towel. She wrapped around her voluptious form. A small, private sigh escaped her. She’d been hoping to offer help to Lieutenant Araiza with the decontamination gel. Ah well. Another opportunity would come around. Hopefully one where she was naked too!
What did catch her attention was the Lieutenant’s refusal to let Dr. Ta Penu assist him. Interesting. Then again, the Kaminoan had a talent for producing zero warmth. She really believed she was the galaxy’s gift to the other species. Tall, elegant, and perpetually smug—Ta Penu could turn a simple “good morning” into a put down.
“Lieutenant Araiza,” Hora called as she held her towel. He was absorbed in a journal, posture relaxed in that way that suggested he was thinking about nothing. “I haven’t forgotten that drink I owe you. Commander Reeves has just been keeping us both running in circles.”
Before he could answer, Dark Fire’s voice resonated through the room. “Decontamination complete.”
Duty reclaimed her. Hora slipped into her captain’s uniform with practiced efficiency. A moment later, she strode out, every inch the commanding officer of the USS Dark Fire, heading for the bridge.
Hora stepped back into the waiting area and reclaimed her towel. She wrapped around her voluptious form. A small, private sigh escaped her. She’d been hoping to offer help to Lieutenant Araiza with the decontamination gel. Ah well. Another opportunity would come around. Hopefully one where she was naked too!
What did catch her attention was the Lieutenant’s refusal to let Dr. Ta Penu assist him. Interesting. Then again, the Kaminoan had a talent for producing zero warmth. She really believed she was the galaxy’s gift to the other species. Tall, elegant, and perpetually smug—Ta Penu could turn a simple “good morning” into a put down.
“Lieutenant Araiza,” Hora called as she held her towel. He was absorbed in a journal, posture relaxed in that way that suggested he was thinking about nothing. “I haven’t forgotten that drink I owe you. Commander Reeves has just been keeping us both running in circles.”
Before he could answer, Dark Fire’s voice resonated through the room. “Decontamination complete.”
Duty reclaimed her. Hora slipped into her captain’s uniform with practiced efficiency. A moment later, she strode out, every inch the commanding officer of the USS Dark Fire, heading for the bridge.
