<div align="center"><strong>~* Mae Little aka "MeiMei"- Still half-dressed and ready to take Vince back to bed… for say a week, two tops! – Cockpit (at first) before taking a tour of the ship :p , The Gamble *~</strong></div><br/>Mae had done all she could to prepare the infirmary for her wounded shipmates. Things might have gone smoother had she known what she was doing, but since there was no one around to witness how she had accidently knocked over a tray of sterilized instruments, there wasn’t any reason to tell. No harm no foul.  Surveying the room one last time, Mae gave herself a pat on the back for a job well done. As she left the infirmary, she was sure to leave the door open, allowing for easy access for the transportation of the wounded before hurrying along the corridor towards the cockpit.<br/><br/>A soft sigh escaped her lips as she entered the flight deck, her world always felt right in this room, things just seemed more in her control here. Her confidence blossomed when she was flying. Nothing and no one could get to her there. Flying had always been her sanctuary from the harshness of reality. Mae took a moment to survey her kingdom. Her lips tugged downwards into a pout, groaning at the sight of the red nail polish lying on the floor that had spilt, staining the cold grey surface with the colourful paint.  Had she taken a moment to look more carefully, Mae might have noticed the smear that spread beyond the colourful pool, a telltale sign that someone, other than the petite pilot, had been on the flight deck after her sudden exit. Instead she simply kicked the bottle to the side before taking her seat.<br/><br/>Her fingers danced across the controls, making the preparations required for the pre-flight safety check. Her eyes glanced out towards the sandy wasteland, narrowing in disgust at the wreck of a ship that had housed the bastards that had attempted to take control of her precious baby. Her hand smoothed over the dashboard, as if consoling the ship, letting it know in no uncertain terms that she was there, that there was nothing to worry about. With the airlock secure, Mae eased the great ship into action, keeping it level as she dusted off from the planet, hovering above the sandy landscape, creating sand storm, half burring the broken tin can were it had crash landed.  The gratification showed on her face with the smirk that tickled her lips. Though a small part of her felt sorry for the ship, after all it wasn’t its fault it had carried the crew of the damned, a much larger, more vengeful part was pleased to make it that much harder to get it running again.<br/><br/>Her lips twitched into a smile at the sound of another crewmember entering the cockpit. Mae didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, her senses told her everything she needed to know. His very presence called out to her, causing her body to tingle with recognition.  As the co-pilot’s hand smoothed over the back of her head, Mae felt a shiver that began from her loins and snaked across her body, licking along every nerve in its wake. There would be no resisting his request as he pulled her head back so that his lips could crush against hers. Mae smiled, sighing into the kiss, responding with a fierceness that promised Vincent many hours of pleasure ahead. She had every intention of celebrating with him at the earliest opportunity.<br/><br/>"Once we get done with this mission, we're going to need to have a little chat…”  Mae pouted as she turned to watch Vincent take his seat, preparing for the flight. She hadn’t thought he would be angry with her for bursting into the gun fight dressed in nothing by his shirt.  She would have argued the point had it not been made clear to her that he was only teasing “You've violated interplanetary treaties by bringing weapons of mass seduction to a gunfight and such escalation cannot go unreprimanded.  I'm going to need to look up the specifics, but I know for a fact that the punishment involves fuzzy handcuffs and spanking."<br/><br/>Giggling Mae offered a bright smile as she smoothed the loose tangle of blonde locks from her face, tucking it behind her ear.<strong>”Oh that one is in my hand book. Page 69, two paragraphs in, Section XXX, it reads – punishment must involve restraints of your choosing and a full body search, preferably carried out with the tongue.”</strong>Her green eyes danced with mischief, teasing Vincent further as she added<strong>”If we really want this to stick, I wouldn’t be opposed to a little fun in the cockpit. Do you think there’s enough room between you and the dash for me to squeeze between your legs?”</strong><br/><br/>Mae’s laughter sounded sensual, rumbling from deep within her throat, stroking Vincent’s desire with a new and wonderful temptation.  She was just about to  tease him further by flashing parts of her body barely hidden by the young man’s shirt when the ships intercom came alive with a show of loud static. Dani’s voice, the ships medic, came across the airwave in a short but clear statement.<strong><em>Mae, I could use an extra set of hands down here, stat! Grab some more bandages from storage on your way…</em></strong>A long suffering sigh escaped Mae’s lips as she looked down at the now wrinkled, once white shirt that draped her slender body.<strong>”I swear to god I’m burning this the second I get a chance! What I wouldn’t do for a shower!”</strong><br/><br/>Standing, Mae moved towards Vincent, sporting a coy grin as her fingers worked the three top buttons free, flashing him a taste of what had been barely hidden from view.<strong>”Take control baby”</strong>Mae purred, dragging one slim finger along her skin, trailing between her breasts.<strong>”but don’t get too comfortable. You know how I like to stay on top”</strong>Pressing her lips against his, Mae purred as she indulged herself with another passionate embrace, bringing the memories of their love making back to the surface of their minds.<strong>”You and I are taking a nice long shower the second we have this boat in the black and things get settled again”</strong>Mae whispered against her boyfriend’s lips, leaving him only after placing one more quick kiss upon his mouth.<br/><br/><strong><em>Mae! I need you!!</em></strong>Dani’s voice cut through the air, slicing through the ships communication static, drawing a long suffering sigh from the young pilot. Since when did she sign on as a medic assistant? She flew the damn ship that was her thing; frankly blood didn’t sit well with the young aviator.<strong>”Better get my sweet ass down there before Dani has a conniption fit”</strong>Mae grumbled, tossing  a sassy wink over her shoulder as she put on a display of swinging her hips, sashaying her way out of the cockpit.<br/><br/>Hurrying as fast as her bare feet could take her, Mae moved swiftly towards the infirmary. Her fingers worked the buttons of Vincent's shirt, attempting some semblance of modesty, or at least as much as a young girl could manage draped in her boyfriend's button down shirt and not a scrap more. The moment she stepped into the med bay any concerns for the state of her dress were shoved to the backburner as Dani looked up and began barking orders. There wasn’t time to dwell on her attire.<br/><br/><br/>The moment she arrived on the scene Mae was put to work, helping Dani, following her instructions to the best of her ability. Her attention was solely on Si as he moaned, the pain the older man was feeling obviously taking its toll on him. For the first time Si looked every bit of his advancing age. Leaning down to place a soft kiss on the older man’s forehead, Mae whispered a quiet prayer, wishing the man a speedy recovery.  With Dani’s sharp demand that they be on their way Mae backed out of the way, leaving the others to finish the journey to the shuttle without her.  Once alone, Mae moved about the infirmary, tidying up as best as she could, trying hard not to look at the blood stained bandages and gauze.<br/><br/><br/>Mae's mood grew somber as her complexion paled, the memory of Si and the state of he was in  played out in her mind. Selfishly she offered up a small thanks to whatever higher power may be listening, grateful that it hadn't been Vincent to take that bullet. Her steps were not as swift as they had been arriving on the scene at the infirmary. Mae seemed to be lost in her thoughts as she moved past the state rooms, dragging her fingers along the wall. Life moved so quickly at times, throwing curve balls with a sick enthusiasm and all you could do was learn to duck and weave to avoid catastrophe. It made her wonder just what other surprises were in store.