<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Turbolift<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1<br/><br/>Leta raised her eyebrows, but then curled her mouth up into a smile. "That would be the correct term, indeed, a date," She said and cleaned the rest of her mouth with the napkin she had next to her. "I'm looking forward to it, I'm sure it's going to be a nice evening. It would be best if you could pick me up at 1900, as I'll have to change my clothing into something more... appropriate for tonight," Leta added and her irisses shook a bit again, but she managed to calm herself.<br/><br/>"Havuk... Please, call me Leta on informal occasions, it's alright," She said, trying to comfort the taller man a bit as he seemed just as nervous as she was on the inside, her hand resting on his shoulder as he leaned in to her, something Leta - pleasantly - indicated as a sign of wanting to kiss, so she completed the task and met his lips. His soft, warm, masculine and just slightly wettened lips, moving with hers as his tongue slid into her mouth and she mirrored his movements. Her heartbeat was beyond measure as she felt his tongue circling around hers, unknown to the sensation but liking it strangely much. Leta felt safe inside Havuk's muscular arms and placed her left hand on his temple, her thumb instinctively tracing around the outlines of his earshell, something she didn't think all too erotical but that must've helped Havuk thinking of more erotic things. Noticing how he tensed up a bit, she moved away from him, her eyes dizzy with pleasure. "It has been quite a day," Leta said, her cheeks redder than ever. "That was... Very pleasant. If you don't mind me saying, you're a good kisser. I hope to be able to... to have an evening just as nice as my afternoon has been."