Reyhan gritted her teeth and swore quietly.  Ana was a real tease sometimes and it always drove the younger woman mad, the play truly unbearable, just the way the captain seemed to enjoy it.  There were instances where Reyhan just had to get on with it, rapidly shedding clothing and pouncing over on her superior.  The current situation seemed to be inching closer towards the scenario of the hiver tackling Anastasia, as slow as she was making it out to be.<br/><br/>"Cap'n," she mumbled, I want you.  Want you real bad."  Reyhan reached out to lay one arm across the Trader's lower back with the hand of her other snaking it's way up to lay across the side of Anastasia's face.  "<i>Oh Throne, so fuckin' bad.</i>"  And with that, she pulled at the other woman to give her a fierce kiss.  Needless to say, her arousal was nearly at it's peak, a rude tent out among the countless gentle folds of her hooded gown.  She truly did want Anastasia, ached for her.  If she didn't soon, she just might explode and that more than anything else was apparent considering how her breath was coming in more heavily and movements were more jittery.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>