"I assure you, I'm just as stubborn... punishment could take hours, Captain." It was the first time he'd called her by her title, and he resolved it would be the last. Thren wanted to touch her, flirting had turned into something a bit more.
Her brow lifted slowly, along with one corner of her mouth. Viara's toes curled a bit under the table. She wanted to be close to him; these were the sorts of things to say when breaths mingled. "And I assure you, I'm very thorough."
His blood picked up, suddenly and painfully aware of the people around them. "Your dedication to your craft is admirable. I just hope that you are up for the challenge."
"I am if you are." She flicked her eyes downward and licked her lower lip, lightly but deliberately, and then looked back up. Her blood was at odds with her nerves - her hackles were raised, but deeper parts of her wanted to find a quiet corner and make good on her words right then and there.
"It's punishment, you don't need my permission... in fact I'd rather that you not ask." His voice was deepening, and he watched as her skin brightened, her eyes reflecting the dim light.
"When you least expect it then." The tenor of his voice caused hers to lower in pitch as well; she heard herself belatedly and sucked in a breath. The air suddenly felt dense. "As I said, I always keep my word."
He broke his resolution, after a moment of keeping it. "Yes, as you wish Captain."
He'd been calling her Captain; as he should, but she surprised herself by finding that she preferred him saying her name. Preferably breathily, and in her ear. Her mind started to whisper to her about private places on the boat other than her quarters. It was madness; nothing was guaranteed to be private, but with everyone forward, the rear would be...most likely deserted. She tried to nudge the idea out of her train of thought, but it proved stubborn. "This is...crazy." She breathed it out even as she chuckled - it was usually not so quickly that she wanted someone so soon after having them.
She seemed flustered, and it sent a bolt of pleasure through him. Vi's lips were parted and he ached to lean across the table, pull her face in his hands. "As I said, I like a little crazy in my women." He wasn't sure how long his duties would take today, whether or not they'd be able to find a place to hole up, be it on shore or on the Star.
A series of lascivious responses to that phrase burned through Vi's mind; they were on the tip of her tongue, but she censored herself. She was suddenly hot, and her clothes felt rough. Thren's eyes had darkened even further from their normal deep brown, and the effect was...she had to force herself not to even rub him again with her toes. The day suddenly seemed very long. She forced herself to slowly get to her feet, leaning across the table to grab his dish and whispering quietly when she was close enough, "And I like a lot of stamina in my men." She winked before sliding out, heading to clear their mess from the table.
He pulled her pinky finger as she grabbed for their plates. Thren stood, leaned forward before she passed too far. She was close and he could smell her. He was grateful for the distance between them and the other women. "I want you, believe me... waiting for tonight isn't going to be easy."
Vi looked over her shoulder towards Thren quickly at his words. Even the smallest touch at her littlest finger almost gave her pause and she bit her lower lip. She nodded - too far apart to say anything without risking being overheard, but she kept her eyes on his. If she felt comfortable, and if there was any possible way...she let out a breath, her blood rising more, and tried to busy herself. Most everything was being cleared; Bob would be busy prepping for another meal.
He helped her clear the table, watched bemused as she took plates from around them. Viara had been affected, and her nod did nothing to quell the need. Thren's stomach was coiled, and he had to force himself into motion, beckoning his legs to cooperate. The sooner the day was started, the sooner he could be with her again.