<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>the Bridge<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sue<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"I believe you said 'a bunch of tanlines like these,' Keri, but I only see one so far."</em><br/><br/>She couldn't help it, she laughed at his tease and before she could comment he was talking again...this time about her being a distraction and that put a wicked,<em>fun</em>idea into her head for his next training session! Looking down a him, she moved in closer, giving him no real options but to open his knees so she could stand between them, while her hands moved to either side of his head on the chair he was sitting in. Holding his gaze, she let him see the mischief in her own before she leaned in to murmur in his ear, "If I wanted to be a<em>distraction</em>do you think you could still fly my bird Sue? Could you fly her when it matters, when you're<em>distracted</em>but still need to bring her to ground, or roll someone off our asses? Can you bring her in no matter what?"<br/><br/>He wanted to the fly the ship so they were fair questions, what wasn't fair was the slight arch in her back that pressed her chest against his, or the small roll of her shoulders that she used to tease his chest with the hardened points of her nipples. She was deliberately taunting him and they both knew it. Hell they'd been flirting and dancing around each other for months now and while Keri enjoyed the game, enjoyed the chase, she was also reaching the point where it was either time to get caught...or call it quits. To<em>that</em>end she found herself taunting him further with a soft laugh before pushing away from the chair and spinning it so he was looking out the window once more.<br/><br/><em> I'm ready to do just that here and now, Captain.  With your permission and on your command, of course.</em><br/><br/>Keri smirked once more as Sue told the Captain they were ready to take off. Leaning forward she nipped at his ear playfully and murmured, "Shall we see if you can fly distracted? Make a milk run a bit of a challenge? What do you think you should win if you land the bird without a single shudder despite my attempts to distract you? Better yet, what do I get when you land like a rock because you're not ready to fly<em>distracted</em>?"<br/><br/>With another laugh she was suddenly gone, flinging herself onto her couch and stretching out comfortably on it. She'd tossed out her challenge, it was up to him whether he'd accept it or not. She wouldn't blame him if he didn't. She didn't exactly give folks the chance to fly the Line on a regular basis and most of his training had been in the shuttle. He probably could have flown<em>that</em>no matter what she tossed at him. But the Line...now that was a different story and she wasn't going to really trust any pilot who couldn't keep their eyes on the sky no matter the situation around them.