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Bearding the lion in his den... [Jul. 3rd, 2007|09:22 pm]
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[mood |determined]
[music |I'm The Only One - Melissa Etheridge]

::glances down corridor each way, making sure no stray Ocampa are around::

It's really tedious, when you think about it. I've seen alien royalty with less second to second monitoring.

::satisfied with the all clear, reaches up to straighten hair, coaxing face into most brilliant, come and gimme a kiss, helmboy pout::

::presses chime, then lifts fist to beat door  twice for measure...these days, sometimes he just plays deaf::

[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-15 02:18 am (UTC)
I'll take the blame for this too. Chakotay's shoulders are broad, but mine are tough.

::dips head for a lingering kiss, silencing the remark poised to come out of those luscious lips::

::withdraws, enjoying the brief moment of breathless quiet::

I don't remember you talking so much before.
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-15 02:34 am (UTC)
I don't remember ever being so nervous before...

::touches finger to lips, smiling::

I guess I should be happy you remember anything, with your paddful of conquests.

::moves gaze back up, meeting his questioning eyes::

::shakes head, grabbing a hand and pulling him in direction of the main bedroom::

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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-15 04:04 am (UTC)
::almost takes a moment to ponder the implications of a seemingly new, more mushy Jenny Delaney...before another train of memory arrests movement::

::grips her hand, digging heels in::

No. Not in there.

::chuckles at self almost as soon as the plea escapes, more to jar breath than anything::

...I'm sorry. I think you'd better go.
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-15 04:21 am (UTC)
:halts abruptly, losing the pilot's hand::

::spins, taking in his stricken look, and following it::

::expels a low hiss, more of frustration than actual annoyance::


::takes a slight step forward, encountering coming face to face with an uplifted palm::

::sighs, skirting around him instead, heading for the door::

I just wish you loved me a quarter as much as you love her...still.
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