<div align="center"><strong>Kris Feilding : On the Hanger Deck with Ansem Hyral</strong></div><br/>His lips on her skin had her head falling back in pleasure, but damn he was good with that mouth.  His mumbled words reaching her lust filled mind.<br/><br/>"Mmm I think your right air group Commander Hyral."  She let him wrap an arm around her but only for a moment before once again pulling back.<br/><br/>"Shall I lead you to your quarters now than?  I should warn you that I'll be walking fast, so you'll have to keep up with me."  She threw him a challenging grin, and put out the cigar, handing it back to him so that he could slip it into the case where it would rest until it was once again taken out for a good time.