<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br/>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145<br/>Tagged:</strong>Kari<br/><br/><em>“I wouldn’t mind a few more women in the unit myself...It’d be a nice change and all, and definitely loosen up a lot of the tension around here, a handful of girls, whole mess of guys cooped up in a space ship for weeks on end, and it’s easy to see how crazy happens.  “hell, it’s nice just to have someone to talk to from time to time”</em>That bought on another small laugh, ending in a bit of a whistful sigh.<br/><br/>Allia couldn't help but grin at the thought of the level of crazy that could happen on a ship full of guys and a few girls for months at a time, especially guys and girls who have all just spent however long in combat together.  Stress of combat tends to drive some strange reactions.  She thought about the last time they had come off of a particularly stressful mission.  That need for something crazy and animal overwhelmed Allia to a point of seeking out whatever she could. This circumstance wasn't much different, but the stress was different, and the need was much more subdued and subtle, but it was no less strong.<br/><br/>She nodded in agreement at Kari's appreciation of having someone to talk to.  She gave Kari a warm smile as she shifted her weight on the bed, moving incrementally closer to Kari.  "You're not kidding.  It's so hard to get close enough to people in the unit to want to open up.  Either they don't survive very long or they don't stay.  The ones that do, then it's a matter of are they being friendly because they want to be, or are they being friendly because they want you."  She'd noticed that she and Kari had grown closer together over the past months, talking more, but this was the first time they'd ever been this close and Allia almost felt guilty for it.<br/><br/><em>“oooh, and definitely a yes to being pampered and treated nice and the like. I don’t think I’ve had a good massage or the like in forever, you know.  So the back is a bit of a project. See the tiger there on the left arm? That started out as a one-off piece, but then kinda blended in with the flower and all the growth around it. So now it’s like a jungle, all brilliant greens and plant life and the like; a chance for a little bit of nature or the like to brighten up the drab greys and spaceship corridors that are my home. That spills over onto the back a lot as well, where it blends with some other things.  I don’t know if you’ve ever seen that, mind. But, you know, if you want to, let me know. It’s art, and it’s there to be enjoyed, or at least that’s what I think”</em><br/><br/>When Kari turned back to the art on her skin, any guilt Allia was feeling dissolved into nothing.  Her closeness to Kari was soothing and comfortable, and no matter what happened she wanted that to continue.  She followed Kari's description of each new part, or how something small grew into something much larger and more intricate.  She watched as Kari pointed out each new piece, moving as close as she could to enjoy the artwork and the detail put into each piece.  It also brought her closer to Kari as a whole, something that made her whole body tingle.  When Kari offered to show her more, the parts that were covered by her tank top, she had to bite her lip in order to keep her anticipation from showing on her face.  Allia looked up into Kari's eyes and gave her a big smile that carried across her face as she responded to the invitation.  "I'd love to see everything.  It's all so beautiful, and the way it's incorporated into your amazing body just makes the beauty of it all so much more alluring."  She hoped that she wasn't being too forward, but she couldn't help the rush of emotions running through her body.