<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 was more than surprised when Karra straddled him and gave him a deep kiss. Her breast pressed hard against him and his arms wrapped around her, stopped her from breaking away. The entire frustration of the day and the hopeless desires of the past two years broke lose in that very moment and Tom didn’t think of where they were actually, of their upcoming trip to Ovia or that they had some people to save. The only thing Tom thought of in that moment was that Karra had locked the door.<br/><br/>Karra had entered the cockpit in the same state she had gotten up after her sleep. Pants, boots and the air force issue blue top the female officers were expected to wear under the tunic. It had already slipped out of the pants at some places by Karra’s desperate tries to stop Tom earlier from beating Tania and Tom’s hands pulled it now out all the way and shoved it up, until her bra was exposed. He had seen Karra in her bikini and for a short moment without the top and he wanted to see her again naked, to kiss her body and to make her moan. He wanted it because he damn loved that woman like hell. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Karra. You are moody, jealous bitch but I love you still..." </span><br/><br/>Tom had grabbed a handful of her long brown hair and pulled her head back while he held her waist close to his body, exposing her throat. He started to kiss the soft skin there and Karra’s body arched back, following the soft pull on her hair and the sensations of his kisses. Moving slowly lower, his kisses left a trail of small wet spots on her skin. As soon as he was able to grab her hair with the hand he had around her waist, he freed his other hand and returned it to the front. He slipped it under the hem of her bra and moved it upwards, over the prominent rounds, until they sprang free and bounced for a short moment in front of his eyes. His hand moved for the right breast, while his kisses started for the left one. Tom was burning by desire now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You are mine, Karra. Don’t even think that I will allow you to run away...." </span> <br/><br/>His voice had been coarse and husky from long surpressed desire and need.</div>