<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/cd/85/92cd85ec2a22444f2bc7b101e7e7b143.jpg)</div><strong>Morag</strong><br/><br/>"Well," the Gothic officer purred as Bryce settled into her lap. "You are an evil man entire, Chief Engineer, tempting an innocent young girl, so." One arm snaked around his waist, and pulled him a tad tighter against her not-at-all innocent or girlish body.<br/><br/>"Ah, but haven't I made a promise to yon ShipMistress to not disturb her officers?," she whispered. The very tips of her fangs rasped against his neck as she pressed her nose into his hair. "And with your 'Prentice already bite-drunk, it'd be bad entire for the ship's discipline to send you back all out of sorts."<br/><br/>Easing her grip a bit, she took a deep sniff, and laughed, saying in a much louder voice, "An' ye DO smell of fuel and lube, me dear. Though I doubt as any else other than yon wee catgirl'd ever notice it. 'Tis not totally horrible."