<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Antigone Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong><br/><strong>NOTE:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Barry/closed<br/><hr/><br/>The cheeks shone with a blue glow as she spoke of flirting with her because she was her and not the first girl he saw. She liked that. "Little thinks like that, yeah those are ok for surprises. First date planned, first sex consensual and planned or at least both should be prepared for, proposals can be a planned surprise, weddings always planned, I'm pregnant should be announced and not kept hidden, I'm sleeping with someone else, just let me know there is the possibility of other partners, I don't know how I will respond. Just don't do it after the fact. These are not accidents." She shook her head, "These are not appreciated as spontaneous." She rolled her eyes in frustration, the voice of failed history in her tone.<br/><br/>"You were in the war?" Had she missed that earlier? Did he know her, by reputation? He had powers so they would have given him command if he could handle it. How well was Commander Gone and Commander Ellington recognized. "Call me Antigone, please. I like to hear it. Pet, lover, these names are impersonal. You could call anyone 'my sweet', and they would preen to it. I know I do," she glowed a bit from this blush as well, "but they are not me. Sprinkle in who you speak to. Call me by name, so that when we are together I know you are with me, and not just one of your sweets. Sweets come in a bag of many, you are one. Hmmm. Should I call you hunk?"<br/><br/>As she began to slide off, his hands were under her, supporting her as they both stood. "Eee," the short squeal of surprised pleasure rose, "Erm, sorry. Though nice." Then he was laying her on her bed, "Uh, not what I had-" His lips on her forehead, her cheek, though she almost turned enough to capture them, her chin, oh gods where was he going? Her heart raced, then his lips were again at hers. Not kissing, but there.<br/><br/>Her mind raced, pull him down to kiss, that would lead to more, and quickly. She would see to that if they began kissing like this. Not on the first date. "Uhm, please, sit, er sit down." She looked around, he just got out of the seat, she patted the bed under her head, this was close enough and far enough to keep her safe. "Here," for now, she thought. She rose to her side, trying to prop an elbow beneath her, her sudden movement, crashing her cheekbone against his eager lips. "Ow," she fell back to the bed, laughing.<br/>