<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/09/24/4b09240954330957c79f24b82827e39f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Micah Silva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12809593#msg12809593)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee | Plumber<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 5 | 2 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Charlie and Marco's Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Shirt and Boxers  (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/7e/0e/787e0eeccf0ecc362277c8cc3a8b1d44.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Not Applicable<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Not Applicable<hr/><br/><em>Sure, I can help you out, Mr…</em><br/><br/>Micah’s answer was delayed for a few obvious seconds because he was too damn distracted by the likely unconscious movement of her tongue across her plump bottom lip. His mind was filled with seriously inappropriate images of her, one of the most prominent featured her slowly taking each inch of his cock into her mouth with those verdant hues fixated upon his face.<br/><br/><em>Head out of the gutter, man</em>, he reminded himself as he tightened his grip around the handle of the toolbox, enough to be painful against the palm of his hand. It did not really help much. Micah’s appetite for sex had not waned even though he had not pursued any women lately. Unlike other jobs aboard the ship, being a plumber did not really spark interest from vacationing women. He considered, on more than one occasion, to mess around with one of his co-workers but never acted on the desire.<br/><br/>“Micah Silva,” he supplied his name as he brought his eyes back up to hers. “Just Micah though. Do you have a name?” He lifted his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, slightly embarrassed by how rusty he had become at this age-old game. “Ignore me. I’m a sleep deprived idiot.”<br/><br/>Luckily, Charlie did not seem irritated by his idiocy. Was that good or bad?<em>Definitely bad.</em>He decided as she stalked towards him with a wicked look on his face. Micah did not put up a fight as she pulled his shirt and lead him in the direction of the bathroom. It seemed she was a little clumsy too as her back made contact with the closed door. Her little mishap only made her more attractive in his eyes.<br/><br/>“You’re so sexy.” The whispered compliment rolled from his tongue in huskily spoken Spanish as he found himself pressing her more firmly against the door. He was about to lean downward, unable to resisting her allure at such close proximity, but she managed to open the door and move away from him.<br/><br/>God, why did he invite her to help him again?<br/><br/>Micah knew she understood her effect on him; the laughter on her face said it all. He inhaled deep through his nostrils and then cocked his head to the side, listening for the sound of dripping water. After searching a bit, he determined the noise was coming from underneath the sink.<br/><br/>“Fuck,” he cursed once he opened the cabinet doors to the dripping water. Grabbing a few towels, he cleaned up the vast majority mess and then positioned himself on his back with his head somewhat inside of the cabinet in order to better reach the loose value on the pipe. “So...do you work here or did someone bring you along for the trip?”