Kol's quarters, in a mess of trouble<br/><br/>"I'm not feeling gentle, or generous."<br/><br/>Kiri blinked, his unruffled voice seemed to make the words that much more threatening.  For the time being, she didn't have much choice in the matter so slowly she slipped off the formal blue bolero jacket, her eyes flickering passed him to the door.  Next she lifted a leg to push off a soft leather knee high boot, flashing him a narrow strip of pink silk when she switched to bare her other calf.<br/><br/>Her head began to hurt from failed psi-probing efforts; the man had put up a wall around his mind.  She'd later be interested to know where he learned that trick.  All she had left in her arsenal was sincerity so standing at the edge of his bed in her bare feet sending him a pleading look.  "Admiral Kol...  please."  His face was impassive; there was no escaping this cabin or his direct order.<br/><br/>Her fingers trembled only slightly as they worked down the buttons of the blouse but her eyes never left his when she gave her shoulders a little roll and the top slipped down over her back revealing a pink bra with narrow straps that contain the firm half globes of her breasts, nipples pushing against the taut fabric.  Kiri gulped, now more than half undressed her fingers hesitated at the top of the blue micro-skirt.  With his eyes watching her every move it seemed very warm in the airconditioned cabin.  Kiri took a shaky breath, darting her tongue nervously across her lips.<br/><br/><br/>(http://www.blogcdn.com/www.stylelist.com/blog/media/2009/01/ellemain.jpg (http://www.blogcdn.com/www.stylelist.com/blog/media/2009/01/ellemain.jpg))