capt_callgirl (capt_callgirl) wrote in bsg_avalon, @ 2009-11-07 17:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | callie morgan, caprica, npc |
Dangerous Encounters
WHO: Callie Morgan
WHERE: Caprica Beach
WHEN: Mid-morning after "A need for speed"
Callie flew back down onto the bedding in a heated sweat, her breathing labored as she was joined by someone else, someone she had just met but it didn’t matter. She was itching for some relief and finally she was getting some. Her naked body contorted in pleasurable tone, her lips broke silence in soft moans of joy as she was treated to some finesse from crimson lips.
Her hips moved in sequence, her body wrapped itself around its strange companion as they continued to explore it others pleasure points. The morning was already nearing its conclusion but neither seemed to care, neither wanted to care. Callie remained the submissive one on bottom as they exchanged long passionate kisses between gasps for air. It was hot; it was sweat, exactly what a girl needed to relieve the tension away.
Eyes rolled back inside her head as she let out a purr, her body aching to feel more, to be more but this wasn’t real, this wasn’t anything was it? Callie didn’t care what this meant, this was innocent. A strong hand came around to cup the back of this strangers head, pulling back in for a kiss as they continued with this two as one.
Knock, Knock! Callie broke the kiss and panted, looking up towards the door as a young male voice broke through the cracks. “Ms. Morgan. We have a communiqué from Battlestar Avalon ma’am.” Her strange pickup from the night before continued to caress her skin with light kisses, sending all these sensations to her head, forcing her to nearly scream out in ecstasy. Work! It always came back to duty. She reached down her body and placed a hand under the chin of her date from last night and nodded towards the bathroom. The date crawled up her body and gave her a small kiss on the lips and then retreated into the bathroom with clothes in tow. Callie waited for the door to close from the bathroom and then grabbed the bed sheets and wrapped them around herself.
The door opened and Callie was wrapped in her bed sheets, naked but the young man was a professional and just made his message delivery by handing over the call sheet and walking back down the hall. Callie held the piece of paper for a moment while watching the clerk leave and then she proceeded to read the contents.
Mitchel! Somehow she wasn’t surprised. Callie scrunched the paper in her hand and tossed it aside, grabbing her clothes that were scattered needlessly over the floor. She started to get dressed with haste, knowing that his discipline, Tra Mitchel’s was directly her responsibility. She had to drop what she was doing, who she was doing to go and sort this mess. Of course, someone would have probably already signed him out of jail but his actions continued to reflect badly on her squadron. It had to stop.
“Callie, is everything alright? Who was at the door?” A feminine voice traveled from the bathroom and Callie paused for a moment to think how to reply then she just decided to leave that to her imagination. She was a stranger she had picked up in some bar.
“It was nothing…listen…I need to go…but enjoy the room and…thanks for a lovely night…” Callie finished getting her boots on and started out the door with the intention of paying for the room and then heading to see what had happened with Mitchel. Part of her wished he was still in jail just so he couldn’t run from the punishment she was going to dish out. She headed out the room and closed the door behind her before any objections could be made, before any talks of a possible relationship were made.