<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom grinned from one ear to the other when Karra tried to find out what was harder, her thickhead or the plane interior. And from the look of it the plane won clearly. His grin changed into a smile when she started to apologize to him for falling asleep. He had better nights that the last, but not a lot better. Holding Karra to his chest made up for a lot even some discomfort.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Good morning, sweetheart. I can't complain about the night, there are not much better things than to hold you in my arms and to listen to your snorring. And I can tell there is no better captain near and far than you.”</span><br/><br/>He grinned a smug little grin, as he knew that Karra would pretty well understand that they were all alone here. He pulled her down to his face and gave her a kiss, one of the more tender kind. Yes, they had no coffee but they had each other, that should make up for that. Tom just wanted to give her another kiss, when a soft voice to his right startled him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Hey, you folks. You are not alone here, don't make the rest of the people here jealous of you."</span><br/><br/>Tom looked to his right, where a still tired Tania was looking at them and if the licking of her lips was any indication, then that she would have liked to join the kissing game. But Tom knew that although a lot of things happened behind the cockpit door, none of them would like to carry it out into the open.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Yeah, yeah, understood, Tania. We calm it down a notch. You slept well?”</span></div>