The<em>Ellie May</em>sported a two-burner combination oven and stove in the galley. No stranger to ship-living, Jules had quickly made use of all three, frying up rice balls, baking an easy bread and settling some type of soup to sizzle. They hadn’t made port in awhile, so focused on the hunt for McClean, that their stash of foodstuffs was now on the thin side. At New Cheyenne, they’d have to restock.<br/><br/>She had also shed her boots, tucking them away neatly and let the pair of black suspenders that kept her pants high on her waist, drop off of her shoulders. They slung low around her hips, framing her taunt backside from behind. It was a relaxed state of dress for her, one that was easily adoptable now that the job was done.<br/><br/>Kenzie and Walter got a flash of a smile over her shoulder as they entered the galley. Her attention was on the food, and she heard Walter come up from behind. The press against her body was easy as breathing, making her almost automatically lean back into him as she kept the rice balls going. Her head turned and tilted from the side when he more or less warned her that whiskey would soon be down her throat. Not that she minded. Liquid encouragement and all. Plus, it was her favorite.<br/><br/>She barely repressed a soft sound of pleasure as his thumb wipe at her mouth. The touch was a tell of Walter’s. It told her he was thinking of her mouth. And where he wanted to put his hands on her. She shifted her weight a bit and smiled down at the food as he moved away. Was Kenzie on fire as well? She shot the blonde a glance before moving the pots of food to the small counter and securing them in their holders. The scene was set much like their last encounter had been. And celebrating their bounty capture with a repeat performance sounded like a great way to Jules to pass the next eight hours in space.<br/><br/>Plucking the bread out of the oven, switching off the equipment and locking it back up, she set it on a cutting board before grabbing a plate and dolling out a few hot fried rice balls onto it while Kenzie answered Walter’s question. Padding barefoot over to the table, she tugged the remaining chair over next to Walter’s and gestured for Kenzie to sit. Placing the plate on the table she then stepped onto Walter’s neatly offered thigh and propped her pert little ass right on the table in front of him, tucking her feet onto his thighs before picking up a rice ball, blowing on it lightly and taking a slow bite.<br/><br/>Her eyes rose from Walter’s to catch Kenzie’s. There, she smiled. And let her eyes rake over the blonde’s form with blatant slowness. Everything she was remembering was showing in her eyes, she was sure. But it didn’t matter. “Foods up. Help yourself, Kenzie…”<br/><br/>