Chris Wilson
Viper Pilot
33 Years Old Captain Aerilon Native
[brw1773|militaryapps]
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Post by Chris Wilson on Aug 2, 2013 6:20:38 GMT -5
0221 hours, 3rd October 2003
It had been about five hours since Chris was in the Simulators with Vik. The night after that was a string of drinks and wild sex through out the bar. He had fallen asleep right on top of Vik and must have rolled off to the side at some point thought on the few hours of sleep.
Chris began to wake up and through the pounding headache and foggy memory he wasn't sure where he was at first. He ways laying behind a short wall of creates, bottles all around him and he could see the bare back of a beautiful blonde laying next to him. He couldn't remember much of it at first just that it was one hades of a ride around the bar. Slowly the details began to fade back to him as he rolled over and wrapped his arm around her. His other arm was underneath of her and help on to tightly.
It was still plenty early and they had a little time left for a bit more fun. "Well, that was an exciting night, how bout we st.." He froze mid sentence as he had pulled himself up to look down at her face. Just as he was speaking he pulled her hair back from her face and saw it was Fox. "what the frak happened? He thought to himself as he looked the room over.
Yep there was his and her cloths all over the place. He pulled up the blanket and looked under the covers. This was no trick, it was him and Vik with out a strict of cloths to be seen on either of them. His wild night had been with her, there was no doubt in his mind at that point, but maybe she didn't remember who it was. Maybe he could slip out and just play it up like it wasn't him at all.
Chris went to pull his arm free, inch by inch he started to get out from under her, but then disaster struck she interlocked her fingers in to his as her other hand wrapped around his arm stopping him from making any ground. He was going to have to wake her. He took a moment to look around before doing the unthinkable. There was a part of him that though maybe he could just chew through his arm and make an escape.
He reached over and grabbed one of the bottles and took the last little drops off of it licking the last little bit that didn't want to come of the rim before he tried anything. "Fox..." "Frak, how did I get my self in to this." He though to him self as he remember more of how it went down, then he smiled. "That's right.'
"Fox." Might as well have fun with this. he was here and she was going to freak either way. He rolled himself up over her and pulled the blanket down to her waist. "Good morning sunshine, look what you did."
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Post by Viktoriya Gilyov on Aug 2, 2013 6:49:45 GMT -5
Sleep was dreamless for Fox. She was too exhausted to dream. She didn't know what she'd done, she just knew the back of her eyelids.. and, the warmth of another person. It was no lie that warmth, proximity, intimacy, that was something she craved at the heart of her. She'd been an outcast her whole life, the leper, whom few talked to and nobody touched. That was basically the size of it. She'd grown accustomed to her life, accustomed to her lot in it, and it wasn't really until the military that all of it had turned around... but she was still that girl. At the heart of her, she was still that ostracized child, trying her best to make something functional out of it. Even in total slumber, she had held onto him, then his arm, and taken comfort in it... in another person.
”Fox..”
Her mind took the voice, and attached it to Striker in the form of a dreamy vision of his face. Yes? Her mind responded, but not her lips. She shifted her legs a little, hugging the warmth of his arm closer. She didn't have any correlation in her sleeping mind between the security she was holding onto and the voice that was threatening to wake her.
”Fox.”
She squirmed just a bit more, mostly to drop her head away from the voice. She was trying to shut it out and sleep. It was hindering that.
Her eyes opened wide in groggy fear when she felt him on top of her abruptly. ”Good morning, sunshine, look what you did.” She jerked awake, wild-eyed and afraid. She saw Striker's bare chest, felt his arms and hands, saw his broad grin. A shirtless Striker wasn't really anything new to her. She was beginning to realize that she wasn't in her bunk, but where was this? She reached up to rub her face, and her arms crossed over her bare breasts. She glanced down and flushed, reaching around her chest with both arms. There was a reason Fox bandaged her chest tightly. She was fairly well-endowed in that respect, which made the process of covering herself now cumbersome. The bandages took that element away mostly, allowed her to be a professional and to be low-key to everyone around her, on and off duty. She wasn't about to reach for the blanket and risk giving him a peek, but she was beet red.
”Oh, gods.” It was more or less a whimper, with the red-faced lieutenant trying to squirm her pelvis away from Chris's new position atop her. It was apparent there'd been enough proximity there for a lifetime. ”Chris, get the frak off me.” She hadn't meant for her voice to come out as a plea, but it was. She wanted to snatch the blanket, to cover herself and regroup, and Chris's new position rolling around with her wasn't allowing for that. He was being modest, though, thankfully. He'd touched her playfully, but it wasn't sensual. Basically, there were places he could have caressed that he wasn't even going for – it was a brush of his palm against her stomach, a nuzzle to her hair, all signs that he was just frakking with her... rather than.. omitting the 'with' this time.
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Chris Wilson
Viper Pilot
33 Years Old Captain Aerilon Native
[brw1773|militaryapps]
Posts: 419
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Post by Chris Wilson on Aug 2, 2013 16:28:20 GMT -5
Chris look down and playfully teased her. "aw you were saying the the opposite last night." Chris tried his best to hold a straight face. He couldn't believe what had happened either. Had someone even suggested the idea to him before he would have broke out in a fit of tears and laughter about it. Honestly he still wasn't sure how it actually happened. He could remember bits and pieces of the night before and it was coming back in chunks. " distinctly remember seeing your legs up in the air saying something along the lines if.. 'oh Chirs don't stop.'"
The smile on Chris' face grew as she continued to try to wiggle free. finally he rolled himself off of her and on to his back beside her. Doing her a solid favor at that point he pulled the blanket up to cover her the rest of the way. Chris started grabbing up his cloths that was sitting around him and started to put it back on. Aside from making jokes he wasn't to sure as to what to say. This was far from a planned thing and she was a member of his squad. It was far from acceptable and it was Vik of all people. "Look, your going to have to learn to restrain yourself here Fox. I can't have you all over me all the time after this." Chris was only half playing with that. The tone he took suggested he was playing an the way he approached it was messing around to. The part that was serious was the fact that they couldn't allow.. this.. to change the way things were.
It was a fun time but that was all, no emotions attached to it just a moment that the two of them were drinking and looking for a good time. That was all it was and all it was going to be in Chris' mind. "Seriously Fox, this is a one time thing." Chris stood up in all his unclothed glory (at least in his head it was glory) and pulled his pants back up.
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Post by Viktoriya Gilyov on Aug 2, 2013 17:31:15 GMT -5
There was something about the smugness in Chris's face that just pissed her off, but her humiliation was a good buffer against it. She wasn't actively trying to remember what they'd done, but flashes of it were coming back to her memory against her will.
Once he'd unbuttoned her pants, he ripped them off, like a man in the heat of – really, a fight, and her clothes were keeping him from what he wanted. He hadn't waited to pull them off, just as down as he'd needed them to be, and he spun her and pressed her forward against the bar, her palms flat on the surface. He'd been just as vicious about undressing himself, just as much as he needed, and he'd moved with the same hastiness against her. She'd yelped from him, shuddering and shaking, still mostly dressed and feeling his lips and teeth dragging across her nape, his breath hot in her ears... he sounded as if the feel of her was relieving him already, breathing every lusty sound into her ear almost exaggeratedly, showing gratitude for it without saying another word. Her biceps were tense to the point that her arms were shaking...
Her blush spanned her face and throat. She basically didn't hear his teasing. She didn't have to. It was enough that they were naked together, and that Chris was on top of her. She didn't need help being humiliated; she'd just slept with the most obnoxious asshole in the squad... hell, in existence.
She nearly rolled her eyes when he ended with I can't have you call over me all the time after this... the reason being is that the prick was entirely serious. She just clamped both hands on her face when he said it, ignoring him while he got dressed. Classic Striker. He opened his mouth and made her regret being in the same room with him in less than a minute.
”Seriously Fox, this is a one time thing.”
”Oh, for frak's sakes, Chris, I think if you were long enough to bend it around, you'd have frakked yourself and left me out of the equation.” She snapped it, a rather colorful way of attesting to his narcissism, wrapping the blanket around her like a dress and indignantly going to gather her clothes. She dropped the blanket to the floor while she put on her clothes with her back to striker, shaking her head annoyedly to herself. She was getting the hell out of the Den.
She dressed as quickly as she would have if there had been a call to arms. She was two things: genuinely and thoroughly disgusted by Chris, and haunted by flashbacks of his touch.
Chris finally stopped moving, pressing against her back and lingering there with the side of his head between her shoulders. She was shaking. Loose bandaging was hanging out from her shirt where Chris had tried but failed in getting her bra off. He had cursed her oddities, but his lethargy was proof enough that her oddities hadn't stopped him. He kissed the side of her neck, moving to press his boot down on her pants and pushing her aside almost playfully – so she had to step out of the pull of her underwear and clothes. He'd come to lean against the bar beside her briefly, as if they both weren't naked from the waist down. ”Thank you, Lieutenant Gilyov,” and he'd saluted her with a laugh, pouring a shot glass of some amber liquid and taking it down. He sat down on a stool and unlaced his boots, pulling them and his socks off, to continue undressing. She'd been shaking, running her fingers through her hair... experiencing shock that rocked even her delirious mind.
She made a beeline for the door, making a brief mock salute to her captain as she went to excuse herself. It was something he'd have done... he -had- done. If she was going to have to recount the experience, she wasn't doing it with Chris in the room with her. He was obnoxious enough in her memory. She didn't need the experience doubled.
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Chris Wilson
Viper Pilot
33 Years Old Captain Aerilon Native
[brw1773|militaryapps]
Posts: 419
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Post by Chris Wilson on Aug 2, 2013 19:36:52 GMT -5
Chris just eyed her at her comment for a moment not saying a word. She turned to get herself dressed and than bolted for the door. Chris just broke out laughing as his way over to the door to catch her before she got out. "Frak myself?" He said between the laughes. "Really, frak myself?" He almost sounded winded as he grabbed hold of her arm. "It's a promising prospect but I find it best to have a partner."
Chris pulled her arm to move her back from the door. "You don't want to walk out that door yet." gave her a playful smug smile. All joking aside they actually needed to talk here about this situation. What had just happened would reflect badly on both of their careers. It would also lead to her being removed from the squad and she was one of his best pilots. "Your dressed now, and the pillow talk is over with, we need to have a little talk about .. this." He motions to both her and himself when he said this.
He tapped on one of the creates near by for her to sit down. He wasn't going to take no for an answer on this one. "Last thing you want is to walk out that door and have me following behind making it known to everyone what happened." If nothing else was going to stop her that would be a good start to get her to take a moment to talk.
Vik just wanted away from him, so when he grasped her arm, it was... surprising. She hadn't expected him to hinder her leave. She'd expected him to stay there and marinate in his jackass vibes or whatever Chris did when she couldn't see him. She dropped her head for a moment when he said what he had to say. "You mean to suggest you'd turn me in? And yourself? I can't see that happening."
Chris looks down at himself as if he is evaluation what kind of person he is. Than his eyes come back up to meet with hers. He was no fool he had been in long enough to know this was a career killer if there ever was one, but the air needed to be cleared between them. They had actually made the first bit of progress that night before all this happened and he wanted to make sure things were clear between them, as best they could be after all this. Chris let go of her arm so she could make her own choice. "Try me."
She shook her head slightly. He was lying. At least, she hoped he was. No lifer was going to commit suicide with any chance he had of staying. She knew Chris well enough to knew this was all he had. She didn't know his life, but she knew his skill. She trusted him because the Viper was an extension of his body, as it was Tyler's, as it was her own. She trusted him because no person could be that great at anything and walk away from it. He loved it too much. Hades, Chris from the Viper to the deck ---it was pretty clear he was a savante. "Alright."
Chris watched a moment as she walked back toward the door, not saying a word. That was till she grabbed the handle and went to open the door. Chris smiled and began to speak loud enough to where the second the door opened anyone on the other side would hear him. "Oh Foxy your so fine, your so fine you blow my mind. Hey Foxy!" He smirked at her as soon as she turned back to face him.
She stopped at the entryway, stiffened. What in the Hades was he doing? She rounded and made her way back to the bar in the same haste he'd pulled her clothes off in. She came to grip the back of his stool as if she might reach around to choke him, but she stayed there, shaking her head and dropping it "I'm all ears. -Captain-."
Chris' expression changed from the smile to a more serious look. If she was willing to talk he was willing to take a brief moment to be serious. ""I hadn't intended any of this just to set the record straight." More then anything he wanted to say 'i'm not complaining though.' but with all his effort he restrained himself. "I have no doubt you are headed to the latrine to vomit and gargle with bleach as soon as you are out if here, but before you head off to freshen up I figured it best to clear the air."
Chris bent back in his seat to look up at her behind him before he went on. "I don't want this to change the dynamics of the squad. I'm sure we can both agree there is no feelings attached to this?" It was only barely a question but still needed to be stated. Chris didn't do attachment and Vik was not likely to do so with him but the last thing they needed was, complications. "second we can agree that this need not go any further then us."
She laughed a little when he mentioned vomitting and the bleach and all the self-depreciating stuff that made her happy because she wasn't having to think of it herself. That was one Hades of a run-on sentence, but the times when Chris amused her were few and far between. Mostly, he brought her pain.
"Chris. There are feelings attached to this for me. And before you hit the ceiling, let me explain. Last night, before any of this, you told me something. You said it was going to change, that you didn't want to be the ass with me anymore. That was before our... game." She just left it at that. She wanted him to know she had the hope that he wasn't lying. "Next, I think you know how I feel about you. Bleach doesn't do it justice, by the way; you're the sort of thing a woman has to kill with fire... And, finally..."
She closed her eyes, her smile fading. "I'd never do anything to get grounded. And I'd never do anything to wreck your career. I hope you know that about me. I mean, in three years, how many of our conversations have you ever had brought up to you?"
Chris laughed a little at her comments about him. At least she was enjoying the moment to rag on the captain with out trouble following. "Not sure fire would be enough, but I did mean what I said last night. A change of direction is in order." He paused again and listened as she finished out her comments.
She had never once caused an issue for him with the higher authorities though there were many times she had every right to. "No I can't deny that one, you have always kept it to yourself. I have no intentions of causing you more trouble with this." He smiled at her again with that devilish look he had. "Had I known this was what it was going to take to get you to join the family finally I would have started with this." It was said in jest of course but likely she wouldn't find it that funny. Hopefully she would just laugh it off and accept that Chris actually wanted her to take her place not only as part of the squad in the black but also on the quarters. She had segregated herself from everyone from the very beginning and he had only widened the gap over the years.
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