<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Up and ready for the day - Vincent (and Mae's) Quarters, The Gamble=-</strong></div><br/>Vincent had been about to return a quip of his own in response to the criticism of his handwriting, but the sudden coldness of Mae's feet pressing against his flesh converted his words into a single surprised yelp.  Though he was taken aback by the sudden chilled touch, he made no attempt to break the contact of their bodies.  As a reward for his fortitude, even if entirely unrelated, he all but melted on the spot at the feeling of Mae's lips expressing their affection along his neck.  By some wondrous mercy by the laws of physics, he managed to maintain his solid state and instead expressed his pleasure with a sound that was part moan and part purr.<br/><br/>As she shifted her body to reposition herself upon him, he did his best to listen to her words, which was quite difficult considering the distractions she was presenting him.  The feeling of her fingers trailing over his torso, moving lower and lower along his body caused his back to involuntarily arch against her.  It wasn't until he felt her soft hand wrap around his manhood that he realized his breath had been locked in his lungs only because he found himself drawing in a much needed breath that shuddered with need and anticipation.  When he recovered enough to roll his eyes out from the back of his head, he was met with Mae's gaze that suggested all sorts of wonderfully delightful things to come.<br/><br/><em>“The only real question now is….how many times can you make me scream out your name before the bell sounds?”</em><br/><br/>A sultry smile of his own graced Vincent's lips.  "Depends, think we can get away with programming the ship to orbit Bellerophon for another day or fifty?"  Though they would not be fortunate enough to have that additional time together, the two lovers certainly made the most of the time they had alone not caring how far outside of his room their session of passion could be heard.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>“I like this wakeup call duty. I think I might have missed my calling.”</em><br/><br/>Vincent's body still sang with lingering ecstasy as he held Mae close while trying not to let la petite mort claim him.  "If that is you formally putting in your application, consider yourself hired.  I'll even set you up with a rather generous benefits package along with the position."  All joking aside, there was no better way the copilot could dream of spending the morning than embracing his girlfriend while they both basked in the afterglow.<br/><br/>Eventually the sound of the ship rousing for another day became too abundant to ignore and further attempts to do so would border on shirking duties.  And yet, the two still managed to procrastinate as long as they could until the ship alerted them that further lethargy could be rather disastrous for the crew.  "I would suggest installing a snooze button on<em>that</em>particular alarm, but something tells me that would not be a wise idea."  Vincent had a suspicion that Mae had calculated her ejection from the bed to intentionally pull the blankets from his grasp, exposing him to the comparatively cool air of the ship that would be the final motivator to pull him from his bed.<em>Well played.</em><br/><br/><em>“Come on slow poke, you don't want to let me have all the fun do you?”</em><br/><br/>Vincent had just managed to pull himself out of bed and retrieve a pair of pajama pants that he kept on hand for instances that required his attention too urgently to dress fully.  "Of course not, why do you think I'm not bothering to put on underwear yet?"  He shot Mae a wink before pulling up his bottoms and walking towards his door, making sure to playfully spank that transitioned fluidly into a grope before opening the door to make their way to the cockpit.