<div align="center"><strong>~ Mae Little aka "MeiMei"- Showering, preparing to disembark- now landed on Persephone ~</strong></div><br/><br/>Alone in her bunk Mae took a moment to shut down her continuously active mind. Pressing the pads of her fingers to her temples she closed her eyes and rubbed the last of the tension from her body. Shifting to the small table that stood beside her bed Mae extended her hand, slightly bending at the waist, and pressed the button that would flood the room with an energetic beat. It washed over her young body, guiding her mind into a pleasant numbness, as she gave into the relaxation with each sensual sway of her slender body. She loved to dance, as would be apparent to anyone who might have happened upon the spirited teen as she stood in the center of the room allowing the music to capture her soul.<br/><br/>Mae shimmied her way around the small quarters removing each item of clothing from her slim frame in a practiced strip tease.  One by one each piece removed floated to the floor, coming to rest in a heap making a trail from the cot to the cupboard where she stored her limited and mostly colourless wardrobe.  Submerging her hand into the depths of the closet, Mae reached for the silk black robe  (http://imagehost.vendio.com/a/35038887/aview/_BObUII_Bmk___KGrHgoH_D8EjlLlyV52BJupJ7eGig___1.JPG) she had recently purchased during their visit to Ariel. Every time they docked at the esteemed and influential planet that was once home, Mae made a habit of visiting a certain highbrow dress shop that was a favourite location for the wealthy and high-ranking in the political world that governed Ariel, her mother being one among its esteemed clientele. It had become a game of Russian roulette with each visit possibly being the day she came face to face with the parent that had chosen position and reputation over the wellbeing and safety of her own flesh and blood.<br/><br/>Slipping her arms through the silky sleeves of the tiny black robe, Mae secured the sash loosely at the waist before reaching high on the shelf to retrieve her personal toiletry bag and a towel. Pressing the button to turn off the flood of music as she passed the small table the room suddenly grew quiet devoid of the rhythm that had thumped its sultry sounds through the tiny speakers making her feel uneasy. Quickly, Mae headed back into the empty hall, closing the door behind her, blocking out the deafening silence as she made her way to the showers passing both Griff and Vincent's room along the way.<br/><br/>She paused at the entrance to Vincent's room imagining herself entering it, draping herself across his bed to wait for his return. Might that be too bold?  She had left an open invitation for him to join her in the shower and hoped, with what she felt was too much desperation for her own comfort level, that he would take her up on it.  Her hand rose to drum her slim fingers on the surface of the door while she hesitated in her journey to the showers, lost in a silent debate. If he was to walk down the hall at that moment he would probably think her a stalker. It was that thought that had her feet swiftly moving again. She padded down the hall and entered the showers, closing the door with a heavy sigh. It was true that she could be wild and quick to agree to an hour or two of carnal pleasure with a stranger, but there lie the distinction. She never had to see a stranger again. In reality, Mae wanted to be loved and cherished, beholden to one. She held the secret wish deep in her heart, careful to hide it from prying eyes. Sadly, part of her felt unworthy of such a love, and it was that part that seemed to grow louder with each anniversary of her disownment.<br/><br/>Mae placed her bag of toiletries on the counter before turning back and dancing her fingers along the bathroom door lock. She smiled as she purposely withdrew her hand from the handle leaving it decidedly unlocked. Her smile grew as the seed of hope germinated to a thrilling fantasy of Vincent stepping through that very same door in order to join her under the steam and spray of the rejuvenating waters. Or what would be rejuvenating in her imagination. In actuality it was a drizzle if that, not exactly a spray of pounding liquid needles to massage the muscles back into working order, but it would get the basics of the job done in a pinch.  Mae's fingers slithered over the silk of her robe to pull the knot free, releasing the only hold the soft material had to keep its protective cover over her body. With an easy shrug of her shoulders the fabric slipped over her skin, drifting down her body to land in a black silky puddle at her feet. Completely naked, the energetic young woman extended her hand pulling back the curtain and stepped into the shower. With a quick twist of the controls she sent the first spurt of liquid beads flooding from the showers head to bounce against her soft skin, forming rivers to run along her body in zigzag patterns.<br/><br/>An appreciative sigh vibrated along her tongue as Mae arched her back, extending her head back to allow the water to hit the column of her throat. Her hands roamed over her body, spreading the first layer of water along its soft surface as she slowly turned to face the wall allowing her back to be sprayed with the water jets. Tilting her head back Mae smoothed her hands along her hair, tracing the shape of her skull as she wet her hair in preparation of its wash.  Her mind was still inundated with images of Vincent when she reached a hand out to grasp the air where a bottle of honeysuckle scented shampoo that was noticeably absent. A quick scan of the shower stall confirmed what she had feared, in her haste to get into the shower she had failed to carry her toiletries with her.  “Zao gao!”<br/><br/>Reaching for the faucets MeiMei quickly twisted them to the off position before she stepped from the shower, soaking wet and placing her red painted toenails onto the towel that lay on the floor beside the shower, she padded the short distance to the sink where her bag laid open and waiting. Shivering as the chill of the air quickly took hold Mae grabbed her shampoo/conditioner, body wash and razor and slipped back into the shower to continue. A twist to the left had the water running once more. Placing the bottles on the built in shelf, Mae grabbed the first and squeezed the honeysuckle scented cream in her hand. Drawing her hands together, she rubbed them in a circle to lather up before massaging the cleansing liquid into her thick hair. Closing her eyes she almost groaned aloud as her fingers gave her scalp a good workout.<br/><br/>Turning once more to tilt her head back to rinse the suds clean, she jumped as a loud thud sounded from the bathroom door. Mae paused, caught between excitement and a sudden case of nervousness. Was that the door? Was someone coming in? She stood frozen as the water sprayed down around her causing rivulets of sudsy water to run down her body. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited what seemed like a life time for the curtain to be pulled back, revealing a smiling Vincent. In her mind she would be striking a sexy pose to welcome him before the two got down to the business of pleasuring each other in ways that had only been realized in her imagination. A slow hiss sounded as her breath squeezed between tightly pressed lips when it became apparent that Vincent would not be joining her. Her heart dropped as Mae pushed out the last of the breath in a sad sigh. Perhaps he didn't hold the same level of affection for her as she did him?<br/><br/>The thought was not something that sat well with Mae. Her fingers moved back to dig at her scalp, aggressively massaging as she rinsed the suds from her hair. A snarl tugged at her lips as she chided herself for caring. He probably saw her as a little sister like the others. It was something that was starting to grate on her nerves. She wasn't a child, though youthful in age, Mae was caught on the threshold of change. Her transformation from a child into a young woman had already made its manifestation in her firm, toned body. Her curves had held the attention of many men all around the verse, and probably quite a few women as well. She wasn't shy about showing it off and in many ways enjoyed drawing their attention. A sly smile played on her lips as she mentally put together a killer outfit that would in no small way draw the attention of a blind man. Mae was going to make sure Vincent saw her as a woman if it took prancing around naked to accomplish it. She giggled when she thought of the tiny skirt that would barely kiss the tops of her thighs, in that outfit she might as well be naked.<br/><br/>After carefully shaving each leg from ankle to the top of her thigh Mae reached for the bottle of whipped vanilla body wash that she loved, and applied a generous amount on a sponge before massaging it into a ball of creamy suds. Gliding over the landscape of her body with both the sponge and her free hand, she was careful to cover every inch of her body with its creamy vanilla scented suds, conditioning her skin as she cleansed it from the grime and sweat of the day. One hand cupped her ample breast as she trailed the sponge over the round firmness of its mate, smoothing the suds over and down along the curves of her torso swiping across her flat stomach before following the long lines of her shapely legs. Stepping under the constant rain of water, she rinsed her body leaving nothing behind but a soft scent that would linger in the senses of the men she encountered and leave her skin feeling like silk to the touch.<br/><br/>Closing off the water once more, Mae stepped from the shower and reached for a towel. Softly she patted the moisture from her body, careful not to tear at her tender skin with a rough scrub. Using the same towel to quickly towel-dry her hair, Mae turned once again to the sink where her toiletry bag sat. Proficient fingers rummaged through the cosmetics and various feminine products in search of the moisturizer that would add another level of softness to her skin that would invite further exploration from interested suitors. Her teeth scrubbed and glistening white, Mae dragged a comb through her long blond hair before proclaiming herself done, or at least with the bathroom. Bending at the knee, she scooped up the fallen robe and once more covered her body with its limited fabric before quickly tidying the bathroom and collecting her items, storing them safely within her toiletry bag.<br/><br/>With a soft swish the door to the bathroom slid across the track and disappeared into the wall leaving the entrance open for Mae to step clear. Now back in the hall with her bag held loosely in her hand, the determined young woman headed back to her room with an erotic sway to her hips. The feeling of the black silk kissing the tops of her thighs sent a tickle along her skin, firing up her natural sensuality, flaming the desire that seemed to constantly burn in the depths of her bright green eyes. She moved as if within a daze, her mind lost in the tricks and schemes to gain Vincent's attention, so much so that she didn't notice the very man standing near the doorway of Griff's bunk as she passed him on her way back to her room. There was an undeniable spark in her eyes and a radiance that seemed too bound from her physique, to anyone who truly knew her they would know she was up to something, and as history knew all too well that something was bound to get her into trouble.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~</div><br/><br/><em>Crap: Zao gao, literally "spoiled cake"</em><br/>