<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Karra's cheek turned a delicate pink when she realized where Tom's hand was, but she wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not. She didn't comment on it though. She eased a little closer to Tom. <span style="color: #80BF00">"When is anything ever easy, Major Tom...?"</span> she asked teasingly, but her voice sounded a little breathless. She had been relieved when Tom had moved his hand to her shoulder as it had made her mind go into places that made her cheeks rosy. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"And the next time when I whisper your name in your ear and you answer me with Major, I will start to call you Kitten for a whole month..."</span> Tom threatened and she narrowed her eyes playfully at him, <span style="color: #80BF00">"You wouldn't dare..."</span> she challenged. She hated that nick name more than anything. It was a constant reminder of her beginning days, a reminder of all those who had underestimated her. She knew Tom didn't think of her as weak though, so the name did not sting so much when it left his mouth. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"After all, isn't that what I am supposed to call you? You are my commanding officer..."</span> she reminded him with a smirk. She wouldn't be calling him Major anymore, but she could still tease him.</div>