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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 10, 2008 16:25:03 GMT -5
Freda came up next to Stokes and stretched out as well. She began to relax again, but she was also ready. "Well, it wouldn't hurt if we spend the night here, wouldn't it?"
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"Thanks," said Ebony as she accepted the container and placed it in her side compartment.
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"That's how we want to keep it," said Delfina as she patted the alien's tusk, which she had decided to call for now as that was what it looked like to her anyway.
"So, I don't have to worry," added Raven.
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Post by Evangeline on Nov 10, 2008 16:55:50 GMT -5
"No, not at all." Stokes inhaled Freda's scent, which now reinforced her words, and his internal rhythms picked up as his body also became ready, and released its own olfactory tells. He sidled up to Freda, angling his powerful jaws to make a very gentle, caressing bite behind her head, a remnant behavior left over from the not-so-subtle ways of their distant ancestors. The gesture signalled intentions, but the degree of restraint and tenderness conveyed the message that the male was in control of himself.
"No problem," Greg put his medical kit away for the present. "It'll heal better too, much less scarring."
"You have our word." Guy nodded. He gave Raven a friendly nose-bump.
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 10, 2008 17:11:19 GMT -5
(((((OOC: This might get a bit too intimate for this forum to allow it, so can we timejump?)))))
Freda took the bite as a form of compliment as her body responded sexually to pheromones now swirling in the air around them. She moved closer and nudged against the cutter.
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"And Chrysler knows I've already had enough scars during my lifetime," sighed Ebony, "I don't need anymore."
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"Thank you for your kindness and understanding," nodded Raven.
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Post by Evangeline on Nov 10, 2008 17:19:23 GMT -5
<<< Sure. Going out for a bit anyway. >>>
Wordlessly, Stokes continued, instinct showing him the way, but never letting it get the better of him.
"That also sounds like another girl I know." Greg grinned back at Bree, who responded with a razzberry.
"You are as family to us." Guy vowed.
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 10, 2008 20:35:26 GMT -5
(((((OOC: I'll just do the timejump now. And I suspect that Phantom Cove is fictional because I can't find it on Google. And, is there a chance that Carl comes back into this again?)))))
At Phantom Cove, Delfina had woken up early and was sitting close to the the shoreline watching the sun rise. She was wrapped in a blanket because the temperature was always cool in the morning. Out on the waters of the cove, Nerisa were still asleep, though she had noticed that Freda was still absent. Probably still out with Stokes as she had been beginning to suspect.
Delfina glanced out at the destroyer for a moment before looking back at the tent in which the Viper slept, having come back late at night. Ebony had stayed out late last night until she had come back feeling worn out and had gone right to sleep without saying anything to anyone. She'll probably tell us all about it when she wakes up, Delfina thought, That is, if she feels like it.
She turned back to the sunrise.
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In the little inlet they had come to, Freda rested against Stokes. Last night had been spectacular and now the research vessel was tired and just wanted to sleep all day, even though it was now morning and sunlight was finding it's way into the inlet.
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Post by Evangeline on Nov 10, 2008 23:00:56 GMT -5
<<< Yeah, the places mentioned are fictional. And here comes Carl again! XD >>>
Carl was on the ship-to-shore system with his two hirelings on the land. Frankly, he hadn't had much cause to celebrate this week, even though their little addition to the CG helo's breakfast had succeeded in knocking her out of commission for at least a week. With her family now about, and a general APB out for his apprehension, the black-hulled ship could no longer come within sight of shore. There were just too many people around who wanted a piece of him.
"Get in as close as you can to that camp," he growled to the cars onshore, "And I want video. Everything you can get. That b*tch took my best slave from me, she's not going to humiliate me again!"
"We will," the voice on the other end assured him. "We're casing out locations for surveillance points as we speak. By tonight, you'll see results."
"That better be the case." Carl growled again, jigging his hull irritably; his remaining servants struggled to maintain their purchase on his decks. That wasn't a real concern to him right now; the tension in him had been growing without Erika to use for his vicarious pleasure. No woman his size had accepted him in years. That Freda, however - now there was a toothsome little number. The fear in her eyes had made him hungry to taste even more of her, and she was just within his "physically compatible" range. That gave him something else to look forward to, besides finding out what the human user woman had discovered.
"We don't disappoint, sir." the voice promised with a smug undertone. "And we are still following that Viper who confronted your button man. She's been doing a lot of research and asking many questions about that UFO business in 1942. You had suspected that that is what had drawn the humans in the first place, no?"
"It was one of the possibilities." Carl admitted. "And I'm starting to think there may be something to it. Keep up the surveillance and the tails and get back to me in three days. Over and out." He terminated the transmission.
"Hans!" his pipes barked. One of the other forklifts snapped to attention. "Yes, Mein Kaptain?"
"Time to get busy in the workshop." Carl said. "Make us a netting system that can be used with the submersible shells or on the surface, preferably something we can shoot. And get Friedrich out of his damned cups and see if he can work up some drugs for us. Sedatives. Truth drugs. I'm not paying him to stay drunk all the time!"
"Yes, sir." Hans retreated to start his work. "Immediately!"
Stokes was awakened by his onboard computer system. He would need to be back at the dock by 10000 hours. Obviously, they had made their own conclusions and were being merciful to him. The last night had surely been a taste of paradise, and made better still by the evidence that his partner had enjoyed it as much as he had.
Gently he licked Freda's cheek. "Freda? I have to get back to port."
Randy started this work day early, since the crew he was working with was now ready to begin harvesting shrimp in another area. He admitted he enjoyed this work more than hauling car tourists around on their belly boards, and he was getting a steady wage, plus fuel allowance. Tourists were always trying to dicker one way or another. The only exception had been the older women who had sought his company when he had tried that line of work in some other location a couple of years before. He'd made out good, but just didn't see it as a long-term way of life, even if the experience had left him with skills that came as a pleasant surprise to Erika during the previous day's interlude.
Erika had taken an interest in the activities and accompanied him and the work crew when they towed the barge out. Manuel, Duane and Nat were great guys and were always good for a game of "Munchkin" (with laminated cards) during break times when the wind wasn't too high. They had introduced Randy and Marty to the joys of these elaborate card and dice games and it wasn't like anything he'd played before. He was looking forward to another round tonight. Maybe he could persuade Raven to play as well.
"Morning, Delfina." Dawn came up to the woman at the shoreline. "Brekky's just about ready." She wore, over her top and shorts, an old, threadbare apron that must have preceded the blowup, because on it was faded and much-distressed screenprinted lettering that read: "Your opinion wasn't in the Recipe!"
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 10, 2008 23:26:13 GMT -5
In response to being licked on the cheek, Freda blinked and woke up. She looked quizzically at Stokes, hearing that he had to get back to port. "Already...?" she asked sleepily, and yawned, "What time is it...?"
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Delfina glanced up at Dawn. "Oh, thanks," she said with a content smile as she stood up, "I'm starving."
She chuckled, "By the way, I love your apron."
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Post by Evangeline on Nov 10, 2008 23:34:25 GMT -5
Dawn finally looked down at what she was wearing, and laughed. "I just grabbed what was there, wasn't really looking but it sums it all up. We're having another "Hangtown Fry" day."
"It's almost 0800." Stokes stretched himself, working some kinks out of his body, especially at the point where the long length of his head joined with the rest of his hull. "They're going easy on me, by Coast Guard standards."
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 10, 2008 23:47:13 GMT -5
"That sounds good," said Delfina, "Maybe we should invite Raven. I'd expect he's never been to one of these 'Hangtown Fries' before."
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"Oh," Freda blinked and straightened herself up, "So you only got one day-off then."
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Post by Evangeline on Nov 10, 2008 23:54:07 GMT -5
"Hope he likes eggs and oysters." Dawn shrugged. "So is Ebony still asleep? She's usually up earlier than this."
"With "His Nibs" still hanging around, we can't leave gaps in coverage for too long." Stokes explained. "I'll escort you back to the cove, though."
Bree stirred as she woke, then opened her eyes wide before she realized that she was still on the mend and needed to rest. She was aware of her parents sleeping elsewhere in the compound, dozing upright with joints locked. She poked Shale with her nose. "Hon, it's getting on to eight. You'll get stiff if you stay down with me all the time."
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 11, 2008 0:04:46 GMT -5
"Yeah, she came in real late last night," said Delfina, glancing at the Viper's tent, "Must've been out all day yesterday so that probably exhausts her. I imagine she'll be up in another hour or so."
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"Alright," nodded Freda, "and I'd like that."
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Shale opened one eye and gazed at Bree for a moment, then closed it again. "But I like staying down here with you... It's so cozy..."
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Post by Evangeline on Nov 11, 2008 0:17:17 GMT -5
Bree laughed. "What am I going to do with you, now? I guess we might as well move up the wedding and have it right here, since we have most of the family around already."
Greg just chuckled to himself as he moved about his tasks. He brought a couple of oil mix shakes over for the helos, which he had prepared himself.
Stokes nuzzled Freda another time. "And it would be my pleasure."
"Let her sleep, then." Dawn shrugged. "She's been running ragged the past couple of days."
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 11, 2008 0:25:42 GMT -5
"That might a good idea," agreed Shale, "My mother is only a hour's flight away. Though I've been wondering what you think about being called 'Mrs. Huntington' or 'Commander Huntington' after that."
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"You're so nice to me," smiled Freda, returning the nuzzle.
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"And she does need to let those wounds of hers heal already," added Delfina, "I was afraid that she was gonna reopen them with all the running around she's been doing."
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Post by Evangeline on Nov 11, 2008 0:49:44 GMT -5
"The Coast Guard already made that decision." Bree shrugged. "The name you have at the time you enlist or receive your commission is the name you have to use for the rest of your career in that context, even if you do marry afterwards. As far as they're concerned, I'll still be Commander LeVasseur on duty, even if I'm legally Mrs. Huntington in private life."
<<< AFAIK, that's the way it really is in the services >>>
"And you're .... just nice. Delicious, even." Stokes gave Freda a playful little nip as they started off. "I'll let you know the next time I have some more off-time coming."
"She needs to stop and smell the roses, definitely." Dawn agreed. "No wonder those wounds are bothering her."
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 11, 2008 1:10:07 GMT -5
"Oh, I see," nodded Shale, "But to jump from one name to the other all the time. It would be confusing."
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Freda chuckled as they started back, "Of course. I'd appreciate it greatly."
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"It's probably something ingrained in her memory to keep active, I suppose," shrugged Delfina, "Usually it's an illness or more severe injury that keeps her down. Or even a pregnancy."
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