<div align="center"><strong>~* Mae Little aka "MeiMei"- A new day dawns, Vincent’s room (at first, then shower and well….you’ll have to read to find out  :P and yes, there will be a test, so take notes :P)  ….The Gamble *~</strong></div><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://best-wallpaper.net/wallpaper/1280x1024/1108/Avril-Lavigne-05_1280x1024.jpg)</div>Mae groaned as the annoying alerts chipped at her peaceful reverie. Turning towards the solid and warm body of her lover, she attempted to snuggle deeper into his arms, wanting nothing more but to block the world from their private bubble. Her lips twitched into a sleepy smile as she strived to tempt Vincent into staying put, willingly taking part in their morning ritual, adoring each other with a plethora of kisses and warm caresses. Her goal each morning was to see how long she could delay him, hoping to get a rise from him in a way that would entail them wrapped in each other’s arms, screaming out mostly unrecognizable words that were quiet possibly spoken in tongues. Sadly, this morning was not going her way. Turning on her side, Mae offered an adorable sleepy smile that warmed her green eyes into the perfect shade of emerald as she watched him move about their shared room.  Her eyes travelled over his backside as he bent to gather his boxers, causing the young pilot to flop down upon her back and groan aloud.<strong>”Tease… its cruel and unusual punishment… that’s what it is.”</strong>With her long blonde hair spread across their pillows, Mae turned her head to look at Vincent, catching his amused expression painted on his handsome face.  Grabbing his pillow, Mae covered her face and squealed happily into it while stretching out her tiny feet, treating her body to a decant stretch as she mumbled something about riding him until he cries out for mercy.  It was clear she would have to wait to reclaim her boyfriend’s body, there was simply nothing left to do but to get up and face the day.<br/><br/>Twisting in the bed, Mae felt a shiver as the chill from the floor snaked around her skin, crawling along her legs in its mission to remind her she was in deep space.<strong>”Space heaters, stupid name really….ironic. Space is so fucking cold”</strong>grumbling, she pushed off from the bed and moved gracefully towards the closet. Her hands tripped along the various items of clothing that hung in a rainbow of colors, smiling at the mixture of both her and Vincent's clothes hanging side by side. Slowly, over a period of a few weeks, Mae had move most of her belongings into his room. She spent every night in there anyway, so really who were they fooling keeping her room as a glorified closet? An amused chuckle danced from lips as she noted how it didn't seem to matter the volume of her own clothes available to her, she would always be drawn towards her boyfriend offerings. She thoroughly enjoyed being surrounded by his scent whenever the opportunity arose. Currently she was in search of something to cover up for the short trip along the hall, skipping over the white dress shirts in favor of an old worn out sweater belonging to Vincent.  Slipping it over her head, Mae smiled widely as she held the collar of the sweater close to her nose, flaring her nostrils in order to gather the scent of the man. Her smile, fueled by love, decorated her pretty face a she slipped from the now empty bedroom, sliding the door closed behind her as she moved along the abandoned hall. Her mind was still replaying the events of the previous night, causing a rich, playful purring sound to tumble from her lips. Every muscle was deliciously sore, a direct result of being thoroughly loved all through the night. It was a wonder they were able to function the next day.<br/><br/>With a satisfied smile permanently on view, Mae entered the ships shower room, leaving the door slightly ajar just in case Vinnie found the time to visit her before landing.  She doubted it would happen, but a girl could dream. Moments later she stood under the dribbling spray, rolling her eyes at the unsatisfactory feeling or the feeble waterfall that passed as a shower in space. Showering alone forced the fearless pilot to quicken her routine, shortening her movements by limiting them to functional  actions, unlike the long steamy showers spent pleasuring Vincent with every fiber of her tiny body. One thing for sure, showering alone was much quieter than what she had grown accustomed to. Wrapped in a towel, Mae shivered from the chill that clung to her skin. Leaning over the small and functional metal sink, she wiped the condensation from the mirror and scrutinized the reflection she found there.  Green eyes searched her features with a critical eye, sighing at the ugly yellow brown bruises that painted her ivory skin. Luckily Vincent’s announcements pulled her from the ugly memory of the attack, drawing a smile to her face as she turned to leave the bathroom, still swathed in the soft, white towel.<br/><br/>Padding down the hall, Mae moved quickly into the cockpit, slipping into her seat in time to buckle herself in before the landing show.  A soft giggle bubbled along her throat at his entertaining welcome. Squinting into the bright sun, she scanned the barren landscape and sighed happily.<strong>”Nice landing baby, but then…you sure know how to handle your stick”</strong>Turning, she graced the love of her life with a cheeky grin, waggling her eyebrows comically.<strong>”This here is bikini weather my friend. I plan on jumping on this opportunity for a quick tropical holiday. You know what that means don’t you?”</strong>Pausing for a moment, Mae allowed just enough time to steep Vincent’s imagination with what she assumed would be a myriad of choices before adding<strong>”vacation fling sex! You be the handsome, swarthy pool boy, and I’ll be the innocent…”</strong>fluttering her eyelashes to emphasize her point Mae continued with her teasing description<strong>”heiress that gets taken advantage of for her body….unless you want to wear the bikini? I think my red stripe one might fit you!”</strong>