<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Control Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alex Macauley<br/><hr/><br/>Mari could have easily glared at the man who grabbed her ass or even bit off his head, but at the moment, she didn't want to even show him any attention. She figured that would bother him more than being aggressive. However, something completely surprising happened. When she thought that the incident was over and forgotten, she heard a thud and spun around to see the same horny sailor being thrust against the metal bulkhead. Her eyes widened, and she watched as Macauley...the man she was assigned to...a man who had seemed to calm and in control...held him there and spoke with an angry growl.<br/><br/><em>"You can secure that talk, Sailor, and you can do it right the fuck now.  Skipper giving you a peep show below decks doesn't mean a damn thing up here, so hear this.  We're out for the next eight weeks, and if I see you playing grab-ass again without permission you will spend all of them as my very.  Special.  Project." </em><br/><br/>His words made Mari shiver, and she swallowed uneasily. This man could be dangerous. And...well...she couldn't deny that he had brought some heat to more than just her cheeks. The possessiveness bothered her, as it should, but there was something deep inside of her that was aroused by the scene as well. When she caught his eyes, she could see the fury there, and she was one of the few people who wouldn't look away. She kept his gaze, although hers wasn't hostile at the moment. It was curious and almost...grateful? Either way, there was an undercurrent of lust as well that she hoped he didn't see.<br/><br/>Blushing and clearing her throat, she followed him into Intel. She leaned in to look at the incoming Russian messages. It took her a few moments, but she grabbed a blank sheet of paper and a pencil to write down what translation she could figure out. It was about 1/3 of the message, but for someone who wasn't in the military, it was quite impressive. Handing it to him, she tilted her head.<br/><br/><strong>"If I talk with the Russian specialist later, I can learn more."</strong><br/><br/>She met Alex's gaze and waited for more...obviously challenging him to argue with her.<br/>