Fenig - Leah | Wes - Alison

Fenig Durak: ::letting the kiss ride for a moment longer, one of them had to break it to come up for air. Lamentably, it was Fenig. Grinning like a damn fool, she touched her forehead to Wes':: Maybe that's something you should have done a
Fenig Durak: year ago?
Wes Janson: Wes smiled softly. "Wouldn't have been able to."
Fenig Durak: What? These were recent additions? ::she brushed her lips gently over his::
Wes Janson: *I was still in the mental hospital* he thought as he closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer.
Fenig Durak: ::A comfortable silence wrapped around them like Wes' arms did the smaller mechanic. She smiled gently into the most attractive pilot in the world's eyes::
Wes Janson: "So...now what do we do?" he asked playfully.
Fenig Durak: ::Quirking a brow, she did her best to stiffle her laughter:: Wes! We're in a public place! ::Though, in revenge for the tickle attack, her fingers danced lightly down his sides::
Wes Janson: Wes grinned and looked behind Fenni at the thick Taanabian flora behind them. "I can change that..." he grinned sinisterly.
Fenig Durak: ::Her eyes grew wide, though that lecherous grin returned to her lips to match with his:: You're going to be a bad influence on me, you know that?
Wes Janson: He leaned over and nibbled on her ear. "I thought I already was."
Fenig Durak: ::Quite the change. Giggling softly, Fenig's hands slid down his back to steal a quick pinch at his well toned.... backyard. Yeah, that's it:: Most definately
Wes Janson: Wes brought his hands down to rest at the small of her back, and pushed her up against him. "So what do you want to do?"
Fenig Durak: ::To be a twit, a few suggestions came to mind, all involving potential projects back on base. But that was just her sense of humor:: Lots of things. What are my options?
Wes Janson: Wes leaned his head back and thought for a moment. His tiny ponytail lay on his shoulder. "Well, My place... your place... or we can be creative."
Fenig Durak: ::Twisting his pony tail around her fingers, creativity flashed in her eyes:: You've got a roommate. My place is a mess. Looks like creative it is.
Wes Janson: Wes grinned. "Give me a two minutes then." He pulled away and walked off, leaving Fenni at the Taanabian exhibit.
Fenig Durak: ::Blink blink. That was...unexpected. But she waited patiently, turning to lean on the railing again to enjoy the aroma of the gardens and the soft petals of the flower tucked behind her ear::
Wes Janson: Suddenly, the lights in the place went out. The only light that shone in the Taanabian garden section was the moonlight that filtered in from the ceiling windows.
Fenig Durak: -s- What the...? ::She looked around for a moment before her eyes were drawn to where Wes had disappeared to::
Wes Janson: a pair of hands encircled her from behind, and a gentle breath heated the back of her ear. "Now we can be alone." Wes whispered.
Fenig Durak: ::She shivered in his arms before leaning back against him:: A marvelous idea
Wes Janson: His lips went down to find the crook of her neck and he sucked there gently.
Fenig Durak: ::Leaning her head away to bare her neck to him, her arms draped lightly around him, fingers linking behind him. Not the most comfortable position, but affectionate::
Wes Janson: He purred and sucked deeper, letting his two canines nip gently at the flesh there...
Wes Janson: He then swung his arms around her and picked her up into his arms. "Me Janson, you Feni." he joked, then hopped the divider and took Feni into the brush for some more playfulness.
Fenig Durak: Nice basic, Wes. ::Course, that has no bearing on anything they're about to do.::
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Wes Janson: Wes lay back in the grass, staring up at the stars. "That was fun," he commented, a blade of grass in his mouth, his longer hair spread out around his head.
Fenig Durak: ::Laying on her side, her legs tangled with Wes' and an arm draped over his chest:: Very fun. ::Proping her head on her hand, her long hair, now equipped with a few new tangles, pooled at the base od her elbow on the ground:: Wes?
Wes Janson: "Yeah?" He smiled at her
Fenig Durak: ::Loathe to ruin the moment, she hesitated in asking:: -s- What does this mean for us?
Wes Janson: Wes narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Fenig Durak: ::Oops... Well, too late to back step now:: I mean, where do we go from here?
Wes Janson: "Home... bed. Got an early shift in the morning. What about you?"
Fenig Durak: ::She chuckled softly:: Morning shift and a few assessments scheduled. ::If that's how it's going to be Wes...::
Wes Janson: "I don't like to think much past that," he continued, walking two fingers up her arm playfully.
Wes Janson: *think much into the future
Fenig Durak: ::she nodded, cuddling closer to him:: How much trouble do you think we're going to be in for this little stunt?
Wes Janson: "None. I know the guy who runs night security here. We have an understanding." He grinned like a cheshire cat.
Fenig Durak: An understanding? Do I even want to know? ::Her eyes moved over his face for a moment as she memorized that grin. She was going to have good dreams about that grin::
Wes Janson: "Some things about me take a lifetime to know," he stated.
Fenig Durak: ::A slow smile stretched over her face as something very sweet and corny came to mind, but wisely, she kept her mouth shut::
Wes Janson: Wes pulled his chrono out of a bush and looked at it. "We had better get ourselves together... the guard shift changes soon."
Fenig Durak: How soon is soon? ::Despite the grass and dirt beneath her, she was quite comfortable and relaxed::
Wes Janson: The lights turned on above them. "Very soon," wes stated.
Fenig Durak: Well then. I suppose you're right. ::Sitting up, she shook out her hair and the grass blades that had been stuck there.::
Wes Janson: Wes sat up, pulling his pants over to him. He grinned at her and kissed her lips quickly. "Thanks."
Fenig Durak: ::Slipping back into her clothes, trying hard not to get plants and things into her pants. Pulling her shoes on, she started to get up:: Ready?
Wes Janson: "Mommy, what are those two people doing?" a small voice spoke up from beside them.
Wes Janson: "Ready!" Wes stated, pulling his pants on and grabbing his shirt. He grabbed Feni's wrist and took off running barefoot out of the garden while two women screamed behind them.
Fenig Durak: ::Turning a deep shade of red, Fenig was barely able to keep up with Wes. By the time they left the gardens, she was as red as a Devaronian:: Oh my gawd...
Wes Janson: Wes leaned against a wall and started laughing. "Prefect way to end the night."
Fenig Durak: ::Covering her eyes, she leaned next to him, catching her breath:: That poor little girl!
Wes Janson: "Remind me to kill Marcus sometime soon," Wes stated, leaning over to get his breath.
Fenig Durak: ::Reaching over, she rubbed his back gently:: Maybe the next time we're here you'll run into him.
Wes Janson: "That I'll do. Well, i might as well walk you the rest of the way home... we're almost there."
Fenig Durak: ::slipping her arm through his, she started them toward home:: Besides scarring public humiliation, I had a wonderful time, Wes.
Wes Janson: Wes smiled. "Same here. We should do this again sometime."
Fenig Durak: Soon. Very soon. ::She leaned close for a moment to kiss his cheek softly before tugging him along. Can we say giddy and childish game of tag all the way back to base?:
Wes Janson: "Sure.. but only one thing to it..."
Fenig Durak: What's that?
Wes Janson: "Next time you plan the creativeness."
Fenig Durak: That was hardly planned, Wes. But you've got a deal. ::And a quick grab of his tush::
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