<div align="center"><strong>~* Mae Little aka "MeiMei"- Offering a personal wake-up call – Vincent’s Quarters, The Gamble *~</strong></div><br/><br/>The sound of Mae’s giggle infiltrated the silence during the early hours, bringing a playful smile to her lips as she watched her friend and Captain shrug his strong shoulders without a care in the world. Not many could be as comfortable in their skin as Griff was, but then again he had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.   Mae let her eyes drop as her earlier question was turned back upon her requesting her expert opinion.<br/><br/><strong>“Hanging pretty well, wouldn’t ya say? I THOUGHT it felt a bit drafty.”</strong><br/><br/>Green twinkling eyes swept Griff’s form; examining him fully in order to make an informed decision. Nodding her head and causing her blond locks to shimmer in the dim corridor light Mae slowly dragged her eyes back to meet the mesmerizing chocolate orbs that seemed to simmer with the promise of sensual satisfaction, a promise Mae knew from personal experience that he could deliver all too well. One hand moved to play along the buttons of the oversized shirt that hid the soft curves of her youthful figure as her mind played with images from their past. Dampening her lips and teasingly purring her approval, Mae let her expressive green eyes say what her words couldn’t or wouldn’t voice aloud.<br/><br/>“I would have to agree with you there Capt’n, you’re lookin’ mighty tasty I must say” Mae teased as she pulled back her shirt and only scrap of clothing that kept her from joining Griff in the state of complete undress. Grasping the top button that connected the two sides of the material together, Mae mischievously fanned her semi naked form before adding “the only thing keeping me from takin’ a nibble or two is that man behind this door.”  Mae’s hand moved once again to the smooth metal door, unconsciously stroking along the metal surface, the last barrier and only thing keeping her from the man she adored.<br/><br/>As Griff brushed past her on his way to his private quarters Mae took a step back, pressing her back against the wall, enjoying the all too brief contact with the handsome warrior.<strong>“You two have fun, but try not to be too long. Someone needs to be on deck soon, okay? I know we have autopilot, but I don’t pay two pilots for the ship to be on autopilot.” </strong><br/><br/>Mae wouldn’t deny that Griff still had the power to get her motor running. Even though she knew as well as he that nothing would come of it, the man held a special place in her heart that the young pilot would always hold dear.  Her feelings for Griff were like a throbbing pulse that vibrated through her body. A raw and primal need, part lust and part admiration, and held under tight control with a thin threat of a possible explosion hovering in the background. All in all completely different to those she held for Vincent.  Her attraction to Vincent was all consuming, mind, body and soul, controlled by a need to be with him in any and every way possible. Just as powerful though more dangerous than pure sexual attraction, with Vincent there was greater risk of being hurt. It was a risk she was willing to take, putting her trust and her heart into his caring hands.<br/><br/>“Fun seems like such an understatement” Mae replied impishly as she quietly opened the door to Vincent’s private quarters, leaving Griff to get on with his morning and bringing her a few steps closer to the man she loved.<br/><br/>Sliding the door closed behind her, Mae cocked her head to one side, smiling as she struck a sensual pose, resting one hand on the doorjamb causing the borrowed shirt to rise along her thighs in a most enticing manner. Her other hand lay loosely, still holding the empty coffee mug as her long blond hair fell like silk over her shoulders. The image of her softly curved body draped in the silk of Vincent’s shirt was enough to cause any man’s heart rate to increase, even with her feet encased in her ridiculous pink slippers that she loved so much.<br/><br/>The sight of her lover lying naked under the thin sheets had her heart skipping a beat and her voice dropping to a sensual hum the clung to each word as they vibrated along her tongue. The sound of the mug falling to the floor sent a faint echo through the room as Mae pushed away from the doorframe, kicking free of her beloved slippers. Slowly, Mae began a slow and sensual strut towards the bed as slim nimble fingers worked the tiny buttons free one by one. With each concord button the shirt grew more lax, revealing the creamy soft curves hidden beneath the silky fabric. Pausing at an arm’s length away from her lover, Mae allowed the shirt to slide over her shoulders and along her arms, leaving a shiver to follow as the cool material slipped down her soft skin to pool by her feet.  The smile that glittered in the depths of her green eyes held more devil than angel as she spoke, further fuelling the already sensually charged atmosphere until  her every concern, memory and thought simply fell away until there was nothing for her in the entire verse but him.<br/><br/>A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips as Mae took one step closer before whispering into the still air. “Did you order a wakeup call Mr. Kincaid?”<br/><br/>