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Doors Halloween (doorsween) wrote in doorslogs,

Re: The Deck, to and through the promenade
"Is that right?" Her voice came from behind him as she steered him away from the bridge, mentally going through what she knew of the ship's layout. Which was to say, not much, but at least she knew the elevator was around here.

At once spying the promenade, she steered him nudges and pushes, glad he wasn't being obstinate about it. She imagined she'd be pushing him with the hard press of shoulder and force of her body if that was the case. She wouldn't have complained much if that was the case though. She was already enjoying the feel of his muscles and the defined lines of his back under her palms. There were worse ways to spend time than touching a half naked jungle man.

Still, he was complaining, and as a stray lock of hair tumbled from her coif, she blew it from her face with an almost exasperated huff. The promenade was enclosed, much warmer than the deck, and it was almost distracting how much nicer it was inside. "Got a better idea? Lay it on me."