<div align="center"><strong>~* Mae Little aka "MeiMei"- Hey! Who drank my coffee? – In the cockpit, The Gamble *~</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://topnews.in/light/files/avril-lavigne111.jpg)</div>The black was never more silent than during the early hours of the morning when life on The Gamble was at rest. Mae Little sat quietly, dressed in nothing but a man's white button down shirt and her favourite pink fuzzy slippers.  The shirt was courtesy of Vincent, the slippers were vintage Mae. Sitting comfortably, perched on her pilots chair at the helm with one leg tucked under the opposite knee of her extended leg that bounced softly; Mae cupped a steaming cup of coffee inhaling the intoxicating aroma lost in a haze. The heavenly scent wrapped its succulent temptation around her senses and teased her taste buds as she examined the navigation charts, or attempted to while smiling at the memories so recently made the night before.<br/><br/>It was clear to anyone observing the dreamy blond pilot that Mae's heart and mind were not in the cockpit. Instead they were back in Vincent Kincaid's bed, snuggled close under the covers, happy and warm and completely content to be wrapped in the arms of the man that had sailed past her defences and stolen her heart. It was hard to believe that it had only been a few short weeks for the young lovers as a couple; they had bonded so quickly, it felt like they had been together for years. Once released from the Med Bay, Mae had spent every night since in his bed, sharing secrets in the dead of the night, whispering softly and teasing each other before falling into a peaceful sleep. At first they had been comforting each other as Vincent's injuries had been far too extensive for the kind of action most people would assume was going on behind that closed door. Mae had been anxious to get to the good stuff, but not at the risk of hurting him further.  So she placed herself as his personal nurse, doing whatever it took to bring him back to full health, fully fit and in top condition.<br/><br/>Lost in a warm memory Mae smiled, letting the emotions shine from her expression as she slowly drew the coffee mug to her lips. The happy smile faltered for a moment when a frown formed on her lips as creamy sweet goodness failed to trip along her tongue as she had expected.  Pulling the cup away from her lips Mae looked down into the now hollow mug and wondered where her coffee had gone. Turning the mug upside down Mae watched as a single drop of cream coloured liquid hung from the rim before falling to its doom onto her bare knee. "There must be a hole in the mug" she grumbled as she moved to untangle her legs to slip from her seat in preparation of the trek from the cockpit to the galley.<br/><br/>Padding quietly so not to wake the others, Mae moved with grace along the corridor, her every movement whispering secrets of a very satisfied young lady. Her long blond hair still mussed from a warm night spent in Vincent's arms and the slightly wrinkled shirt kissing the top of her thighs as her movements brought her closer to her destination helped create an unmistakable aurora of undiluted sex appeal.  Pausing just outside of the cockpit, Mae smiled at the closed door that hid her sleeping lover, her hand rose elegantly through the still air before being placed upon the cool steel door. Her intention to join her boyfriend in an impromptu love session was interrupted when the sense that another was awake captured her attention. Turning her head to one side, Mae giggled as she spotted Griff as nature had intended. Her hand slowly slipped from the cool surface of the steel door to land on her waist as she cocked her hip to one side and offered the captain a sassy grin.<br/><br/>"Hey there Capt’n No-Pants, how's it hanging?”<br/><br/>