Playtime

Posted on Wed Apr 20th, 2022 @ 10:35pm by Bexley Kinsley & Captain Natalya Markova

Mission: Pirates! (Or Yo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Yum)

ON

Nat sat in Bex's quarters, curled up on the couch, waiting. A mix of emotions swirled through her. She hadn't had chance to react to the development yet. So many things to process. This man's plan to use Cally's old ship to kill her. Bex treating her like... a pet. Constantly walking the razor edge that could get her killed at any moment.

Death was no stranger to Nat, she had seen her fair share of battles. Had known that failure could have very unpleasant consequences. This was an entirely different danger. The wrong word, the wrong answer. One foot set just so, it could all get her killed. She needed to try and unwind, needed to try and decompress.

Could she relax though? Could she truly let herself go? Not fully. She needed her wits about her, needed to stay in control of herself. Needed to play along for now. So she would, she would wait for Bex to arrive, and see where things went.

Quite the contrast to the simple pirates she had expected to find.

Bex walked into her quarters. Barely three steps into her quarters she stopped and turned to look at her guards. "Where are my purchases?" she demanded. It was only after packages were pointed out to her that she stopped and sighed. "Well, at least someone has a brain cell left," she muttered smartly.

Two steps in, she had shed her heeled boots leaving them in her wake for someone else to collect after her.

Another step or two and her jeans had shimmied over her hips, pooling around her feet.

Finally she reached up, pulling the strand of string that held her handkerchief top in place, letting it fall away, the nudity not seeming to bother her in the slightest as she continued padding across the room while her body guards cleaned up after her.

Finally, she looked at Nat. "You. That crate. Bring it to my bedroom," she ordered, pointing to a small shipping crate recently delivered.

Nat blinked at the harsh tone. A far different Bex than the one she had known up to this point. While she had appreciated the view of the woman walking into the room, Nat pulled herself off the couch, and hefted the crate, obliging without a word, a wary eye on the guards as she took it in the bedroom as requested. "As you wish." She said simply.

As the doors to her bedroom closed behind them, Bex's voice softened. "You can set it on the bed here," she said quietly as she sat and crossed her legs, patting the bed next to her, still unphased by her state of undress. Once the crate was set down, Bex pulled the top off, her expression becoming one of almost childish glee as she started sifting through her new spoils. Picking up an impressively sized jewellery case, she opened it and pulled out a necklace, the focal point was a large Apache Gold Cabochon that had been polished so it was shimmered under the soft light. She held it up to her neck before looking up at Nat, the Cabochon resting against creamy flesh at the swell of her breasts. "What do you think?"

Nat let her eyes wonder for a moment, before resting on the piece. She was glad that Bex had softened, realising the 'hard-ass' persona must be for self-protection. Sitting next to the woman, Nat ran a finger over the piece, feeling it. "It is beautiful." She said at last, "I won't ask how, just say that it is very lovely, and suits you."

Bex dropped it back into the jewellery case and tossed it carelessly onto the bed before digging back into the crate again, this time pulling out several small delicately wrapped boxes and set them on the bed next to her. "Now these are what I was looking for," she said, a smile forming on her red lips. she opened the first of the boxes, dropping the top of the box carelessly on the floor and pulled out delicate silken stockings. Standing up in front of Nat, she rested one foot on Nat's knee, leaning forward and pulling the first of the stockings over her toes, carefully smoothing the delicate fabric up her leg, all the way to the lace top at her thigh before changing to rest the other foot on Nat's knee.

Nat could only sit, and watch. She felt a heat rise in her chest, and a flush come to her cheeks. Her gaze followed the garment up Bex's legs, and then met the woman's gaze. Holding eye contact, Nat reached out a hand, and took Bex's calf in a firm, supporting grip, and gently, delicately felt the fabric slide under her palm. "Where did this come from?" She couldn't help the admiration in her voice. It was unlike anything she had felt. It barely felt like material.

Leaning forward, Bex brushed a bare shoulder against Nat's cheek as she reached for a second box. The soft scent of perfume lingered on her skin and in the air around her as she moved. As she pulled away again, Bex set the box down, removing the lid and discarding it before she picked up a deep scarlet lace demi bra that appeared so delicately woven that it was barely there. She held it up in front of her, watching Nat's reaction. "I went shopping while I was on the station, Damien likes me to have nice things."

Nat had to swallow. Her words were catching in her throat. "I... I can see why." The deep colour contrasted against her cream coloured skin. The particular shade of red being one of her favourites, and Nat took a shuddering breath. She could still feel the woman's scent around her. "Would you like a hand?" She watched Bex hold the bralet up, and felt a need to feel the woman's skin.

Silently Bex slid her arms into the bra and turned her back to Nat, reaching up to pull her long blonde hair to one side, looking back over her shoulder at Nat through lowered lashes.

Nat rose to her feet, letting her fingertips trail up Bex's arms, to her shoulders. Flattening her palms, Nat softly ran down the woman's shoulders, admiring her form. She took her time, feeling the soft material as she fastened it. Her fingers danced across Bex's skin, to her sides, and pulled the woman backwards into an embrace, inhaling her scent, her arms holding Bex in a hug from behind. "It is perfect for you." She whispered into Bex's ear.

Bex turned within Nat's arms to face her. "Aren't you supposed to be undressing me," she murmured breathlessly. "Isn't that how these things normally start?"

"Says who?" Nat countered. She kissed Bex's neck. Her lips trailing across a collarbone, biting a shoulder lightly. "I am after all, yours to command."

Bex shivered with delight under the touch, closing her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her parted lips as she closed her eyes, ready to lose herself in the coming pleasure.

The sound of pounding at her door broke through the sensual moment and Bex groaned. "What is it?" she snapped.

"Miss Bexley, Commodore Penweather has ordered that we escort you to his quarters now."

"I'm sorry," she murmured quietly. "I have to go."

Nat sighed, and fell back onto the bed, letting go of Bex. "Yeah. He strikes me as a man not to piss off." She moved properly onto the bed, relishing in just how nice it felt. She had been mentally preparing for a jerry-rigged tin can that had more patches than a quilt. Finding a godamn 'Starship'... she was still trying to wrap her mind around that one. "I'll wait here."

Bex walked across to the walk in closet, reaching for a long, figure hugging dress in almost the same shade as the lingerie she now wore. The dress skimmed over her body, the side slit leaving a tantalising glimpse of thigh and lace top stockings with each movement she made. If Penweather were considered the Pirate King, she was definitely his Queen, that much was obvious to anyone who saw her. Finally adding heels and new jewellery, she turned back toward Nat, offering a smile. "He's a teddy bear when you get to know him," she said softly. "He takes care of me." She cast one more longing glance toward Nat before she opened the bedroom doors and stepped out between the waiting guards.