Twentieth flight [text]

[hot4engines]

[Text to Shepard. No security because lol wat is computer security.]

Hey.

Shepard.

Honey bun.

Angel.

Babe.

Sweetie pie.

I ain't hardly seen you in a few weeks and I'm getting this powerful urge for you to come and tear my jumpsuit off. If I bat my eyes and say pretty please in my most perfect fancy-lady voice, think you can manage that? I'll even get us a nice bottle of wine.

♥ Kaylee ♥

Comments

[mindoirsurvivor]

[Shepard was quick to open the door, smiling conspiratorially, and locking it behind her. he moved over to his desk and punched a button on his phone.]

Sheska. I'm taking an hour for dinner. Hold my calls.

[He hung up again without waiting for an acknowledgement, and glanced back up at Kaylee, trying and failing to keep the mischief out of his smile. Why was it that breaking the rules, especially in risky, impulsive ways, was so much fun?]

OOC Note

[hot4engines]

Since this thread is likely to get R-rated pretty fast, we've taken it to a musebox here.