<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Firing range observation room<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Warm mushy stuff. Well, luke-warm, at least.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hailey<br/><br/>"Hmmph." Jena grunted and rolled, trading warm skin for the cold floor. On her back, side by side with Hailee, she let her hand wander down to between the Aussie's thighs where it rested, thumb and forefinger circling the base of the additional equipment there, while the rest of her fingers sat teasingly against her damp lips. "I was full straight, I might think it was a bit weird, but hell, hun, compared to the Bugs, you're positively vanilla." With a chuckle, she crooked a bit, pressing into Hailee's wet.<br/><br/>"You know, though," she said, thoughtfully. "We clean this mess up, like to be a buncha orphans floatin' around, gonna need someone to look after 'em. Could always adopt."