Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

November 21, 827 A.S.

"And now here I am, getting paid to kick sniffer ass back to Alpha," Olivia finished her summary. "What more could I ask for?" She laughed loudly and threw back her fifth drink. Benjamin sat across from her, a wide smile on his reddened face. An equal number of empty glasses stood on the tabletop before him.

When they had arrived, the bar had been decently populated, a number of miners and other pilots and crewmen sitting at the bar and booths. But it had gotten late, and apart from them, only the waiter and bartender remained at the establishment. Benjamin glanced around the now quiet locale, spotting the two employees lazing at the counter. Olivia followed his gaze. Both looked tired and like they wanted to close up for an unexciting night.

"I feel like we may not be entirely welcome here anymore," Benjamin remarked with a chuckle, his speech ever so slightly slurred. He turned back to face the woman across from him. "Maybe we oughta do them the favor and get out of here." His eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Maybe we should," Olivia went along, playing the part of the innocent. She could feel herself blush slightly as their eyes locked.

"Got a room?" The ex-soldier knew the answer didn't matter. Where the night would take them had already been silently decided.

Olivia smirked.

"No, I'm afraid I have nowhere to spend the night but my ship." She feigned a sullen sigh, fishing for Benjamin's response.

"Well, that won't do," he replied and sprung up from his bench, casually dropping a credit chit on to the table. Then, with exaggerated chivalry, he bowed before Olivia and reached out his hand, offering it for her to take. "I can offer my humble quarters."

Olivia laughed and took his hand, letting him help her out of the booth. With a sarcastic wave to the bartender and waiter, Benjamin led her out of the bar and down the now quiet corridors and passageways of the station. A moment later, they stood before the door to his rooms. Without even noticing it, they had gone from holding hands to locking arms, holding themselves to each other's bodies.

Benjamin turned to face her, any semblance of humor wiped from his features. Instead, his eyes were alight with intense passion and his breathing slowed as he took in Olivia's scent. She returned his gaze, looking up into his eyes as the distance between their lips slowly diminished. Her heart beat loudly in her chest and for a moment, she was afraid its pounding might interrupt them. But their lips touching proved her wrong as they leaned against the wall, tightly embraced within each other's arms.

Blindly, Benjamin reached out with one hand and searched the bulkhead for the access panel to his room. He found it, pressed his hand against the biometric scanner, and the door slid open beside them. Without a moments hesitation and without releasing each other, they stumbled inside, letting the door silently close again behind them.

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Olivia Sable