Post by Admiral Hart on Mar 20, 2010 9:49:50 GMT -5
All of the voices in Jo's head would have been telling her this was a terrible idea if she was not so incredibly intoxicated.
The two were at the threshold to Thorn's quarters on the Ragnarok, kissing hotly. The door slid open, and they tumbled inside, practically falling on the bed. Jo pushed Thorn onto his back and straddled his hips, stripping her jacket off and bending over to kiss him hungrily.
Her mouth traveled from his lips to his neck and he moaned. She bit his neck lightly and he hissed out a name.
"Oh god, Alex!" He moaned. And then both of them went still.
Jo fell off of Thorn laughing, the Admiral picked up her jacket and discarded hat, still laughing hysterically and stumbled towards the door.
"G'night Thorn. Bwahahahaha!" She managed to say before cackling again and stumbling out of his room, leaving him alone in his bunk.
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((Episode ends here. Can back-post if ya'll still wanted to do stuff in this thing))
Aphrodite Reed carefully stood and moved to her bed, away from the damn surgical table. She laid back in it and sighed, and thought of Annabelle. Her Annabelle, her beloved.
She only partially noticed the blue flash of light from the center of the room. When she turned to look at it, two glowing purple eyes met hers. Dawning horror crept across Aphrodite as she realized who was in the room, and what state she was in. Not that she had a chance to fight her off, even healed.
"Don't speak, Miss Reed. I'm not sure how effective your power is on me but you would most likely rather not take that risk." Clara Hart said with a slight, sadistic smirk.
Aphrodite's emotions were turbulent, preventing her from keeping calm, preventing her from having the focus she needed for her power of suggestion, let alone to question how Clara knew about it.
"Now." The part girl, part Crusader said. "Let's negotiate."
The two were at the threshold to Thorn's quarters on the Ragnarok, kissing hotly. The door slid open, and they tumbled inside, practically falling on the bed. Jo pushed Thorn onto his back and straddled his hips, stripping her jacket off and bending over to kiss him hungrily.
Her mouth traveled from his lips to his neck and he moaned. She bit his neck lightly and he hissed out a name.
"Oh god, Alex!" He moaned. And then both of them went still.
Jo fell off of Thorn laughing, the Admiral picked up her jacket and discarded hat, still laughing hysterically and stumbled towards the door.
"G'night Thorn. Bwahahahaha!" She managed to say before cackling again and stumbling out of his room, leaving him alone in his bunk.
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((Episode ends here. Can back-post if ya'll still wanted to do stuff in this thing))
Aphrodite Reed carefully stood and moved to her bed, away from the damn surgical table. She laid back in it and sighed, and thought of Annabelle. Her Annabelle, her beloved.
She only partially noticed the blue flash of light from the center of the room. When she turned to look at it, two glowing purple eyes met hers. Dawning horror crept across Aphrodite as she realized who was in the room, and what state she was in. Not that she had a chance to fight her off, even healed.
"Don't speak, Miss Reed. I'm not sure how effective your power is on me but you would most likely rather not take that risk." Clara Hart said with a slight, sadistic smirk.
Aphrodite's emotions were turbulent, preventing her from keeping calm, preventing her from having the focus she needed for her power of suggestion, let alone to question how Clara knew about it.
"Now." The part girl, part Crusader said. "Let's negotiate."