<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line, Galley, currently heading to Shadow.<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Braxton, Lance, anyone else in the Galley.  Open.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/>Mya knew the minute that Sue opened his mouth that she was in a bad spot.  Sitting next to the captain at a time like this couldn't be very good for one's health.  The strange thing was that she couldn't move, and that bothered her.  The feelings running through her body were so overwhelming that she felt stuck to her chair, unwilling to believe the events that were taking part around her.  When Braxton's hand slid from the wetness between her legs and he started to stand her fight or flight response should have kicked in, knowing there could be a firefight and she could be in the way.  But she sat, unmoving in the place she was hoping the paralyzing fog that held her down would subside before bullets began to fly.  <br/><br/>Mya noticed Lance's glance, she felt happy that someone else recognized her plight in the look he gave Braxton, but the Captain seemed too focused on Sue.  The others around the table seemed equally either unable to move or unwilling, almost hoping that things wouldn't come to shooting.  It was a strange thing to Mya to be in a position where she didn't have the freedom stand up to someone.  Sure she had disagreements and arguments with Braxton, she may owe him a debt, but she's not her slave like Elfi, but she realized that much of the ado at the table tonight was just as much about her as it was about Elfi.  <em>Maybe I should have stood up to him.</em>  She thought as Sue began to rise and the two men stood on either sides of the table.  She wondered if she had let her desire to be used get in the way of her dignity.<br/><br/>As the remainder of the crew and passengers began to relax with the fading tension, Mya also relaxed, noticing the thrill of excitement beginning to wane slowly.  As Sue left and Braxton collapsed in the chair with an emptied bottle of champagne and shaky hands, she wanted to reach out and comfort him.  The need to please him and remove his strain hung inside her body like a puppet feeling the need to move but the strings hung limp.  Before she could gain the strength towards him, he stood and addressed Lance.  His admission was almost comforting, a chance to see a softer side of the man, but Mya was completely unprepared for what he did next.<br/><br/><em>”You are my favorite crew member, Mya, you know that? Cuz when you get angry, all it is is cute”</em> The comment brought a slight grin to her lips but when his hand brushed her hair and his lips kissed hers all of the tension from the evening washed away and her body began to tingle again.<br/><br/>"Thank you Mr. Early Sir."  She said with a bit more confidence that had been stored deep inside her.  She waited to see what he did next.  Uncertain if he would want to work off the strain and tension that had built up over dinner, she stared up at him with a look that screamed <em>If you need it, take me.</em>  The look was quickly broken as Lance stood from the table and commented to Braxton.  Mya glanced over at him in hopes to give him a reassuring look before he left, but she wasn't sure he caught it.  With Lance gone she returned her attention to Braxton.<br/><br/></div>