<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/js1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Keridwyn "Keri" Jones<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Pilot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her bunk, after the Shadow job<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sue<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"That's my good girl."</em><br/><br/>Seeing the smile that accompanied his words, Keri couldn't help the small smirk that curled her own. In another context, or coming from someone else, he could have gotten smacked. Here, in her bunk, with him holding her pinned down, it just somehow worked for her though and sent a small frisson of pleasure skittering down her spine. Instead of being offended, she found she liked it, and she hadn't missed the way he had responded to the slightly formal title he wanted her to use, she'd seen the shivers that had run through him, and so his comment drew an agreeable, "Yes Sir," as well.<br/><br/>Then he wanted to see more.<br/><br/>He had to release her for it, and just as she was about to reach for him, she found him leaning back, drawing her legs up and leaving her even less able to touch him than before! It was maddening, wanting him, and not being able to reach him and she couldn't keep the look of frustration off her face while he wriggled her shorts down her thighs. There was a part of her that wanted to use her legs to pull him down on her so that she could feel him against her, or to try and flip him so she could actually reach him, but she didn't do those things. Instead she let her fingers grip the hem of her shirt and watched his face to see what he thought of the fact that there was nothing under those shorts  but smooth, bare, skin.<br/><br/>With the way she saved money, she'd actually splurged a few months back when they'd landed near the Core, for a hair removal treatment that wouldn't require another visit for a year or so. Even then she was told, what grew back should be finer than before and that a third treatment would make removal permanent. She wasn't sure she wanted to go<em>that</em>far, but not having to worry about shaving when out on the Rim was certainly a convenience for now.<br/><br/>When at least he put her legs down she started lifting her short, sliding it a bit slow to let his eyes follow the movement, letting him see the difference in the slightly paler flesh of her stomach and the slightly honeyed tones of her upper chest, what wasn't covered by the violet bra that was a whole 'nother contrast to her soft skin, and arms, all of which was a contrast to the luminous skin that had remained covered by the shorts the whole time she'd been out that day.<br/><br/><em>"Got any more to show me?"</em><br/><br/>"Yes Sir," she murmured softly, eyes taking on a slightly glazed look while her body trembled as his fingers slide over the skin across her abdomen and over her hip. From the fine way she trembled it was clear she was fighting off the urge to pull him to her, that she wanted more contact then that teasing touch, but she was trying.<br/><br/>Reaching to the front of her bra she was suddenly glad it had a front clasp. If it had fastened in the back it would have been hard to work the catch with him between her legs. She was opened enough for him that the angle would have simply made it difficult. Instead she was able to open it and shimmy it off until it joined the rest of her clothing on the floor, revealing her body to him, tan lines and all. Part of her felt like she should have blushed, her body so revealed while he still had the clothing he'd walked in with, on, but she didn't...all she wanted was for him to move closer and to feel the heat of his own flesh on hers.<br/><br/>