Sonya got them on course. She looked around for Sammy to lock it in, the whole trust thing. But she was already sacked out on the pull down cot.
There was an Alliance station not far off the intended course, she could have ... but she didn't, consider it that is. She was in with them, if she didn't have Ian... she'd be in all the way. This was all the dangerous waters she'd always had trouble with before, but more so. This wasn't just playing.
After locking in the course, she stopped at the vanity, brushed through her hair and popped a Blue Bunny birth control pill. She smiled at herself in the mirror, she'd been thinking about this... even before the theatre.
Sonya shut the door to the small cargo deck quiet, so as not to waken sleeping Sammy.
With a fresh blanket over her shoulder she walked across the metal deck. She made sure Octavius knew she was coming with a bit of a heavier than usual step, surprising him from behind didn't have a very healthy feel to it.
He cocked his head little, surely on purpose, to let her know he knew she was moving closer. Instead she moved across the small bay and dropped the matress they'd rotated sleeping on from it's leaning position, then dropped the blanket on it.
Roman had just finished with the Garbage and Sonya had what was vented well blocked out of her mind as her hands felt along the back of his shoulders. She leaned in against him, her lips just brushing the back of his neck. "Only sixteen hours until we have to drop out of pulse drive. How much sleep do you need?"
It was her best, truly sincere sultry voice. She didn't need any, days of continous cross country endurance races. Endurance. The althete and the altered super soldier; she smiled as she pulled his shirt off him. That was it then, she figured; the challenge?
Rut no, she just wanted him.
He let her take charge, taking her time moving across the small deck. Stopping at a crate where the last of their clothes went in all directions. She was used to strong, amazingly strong lovers. Most were surprised at her, but not him. Sonya knew then, after what Soap had said, this man was something out of the sci-fi departments.
On the mattress he still lets her lead, she doesn't hurry. Sonya holds nothing back, leaves herself completely open; she's rough and hard, then slow and groaning. As Roman then finds himself under her, tightening and clutching... Sonya believes he actually lets it down, his guard.
He seemed open then, she hadn't noticed while she was losing herself, but as she lowered herself to lay across his heaving chest; Sonya was sure it wasn't just a souped up soldier, it was a lover, a man that had just let himself be just that.
Sonya raised her head, letting her hair drape around Octavius's face. "I don't think a wow is going to quite be able to.. "
his hands were moving along her body. "no... definately .. not."
She tried to roll them over, but he had none of it now. Octavius Roman was taking charge. He rolled them over, had her pinned; if you can call it pinned with her arms and legs entwined around him. He had a look of mischievous evil, a leg was hooked by his arm, the looked moved to a smile. "oh... "
Sonya muttered."Oh Yes."
.. with Roman permission, though not the specifics....