First Time For Everything

[Lancer Damar]

"Your hyperlanes are controlled by the pieces on the board. Be remember." He cocked his head only slightly, his lips a hairs away from her ear. "The galaxy is vast and holds secrets. I wonder what yours are." He turned away, breaking the distance between them.


He ran his hand along the table, turning his head back to the woman.

"You're a lot of things. But a good liar isn't one of them, Kyra."

He smiled his wolfish, handsome grin.

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

"True," she shrugged, "But if push came to shove, I'd journey off the lanes."

Now that in the eyes of many was virtually a death wish. Traversing unmarked leagues of space was a dangerous job, there were so many spacial anomalies that you were forced to go at a crawl or risk smashing your ship to smithereens and the like. Not that it was anything new to Kyra, she had often taken the road less traveled, explored the very fringes of space. The unknown didn't frighten her, being held back though... Being dragged down by the various megalomaniacs who ran the Galaxy, that did.

She shivered when he whispered right against her ear, feeling the tips of her ears beginning to redden before she could stop it. When he stepped away she let out a small breath, before shaking her head to his next statement.

"I don't often have cause to lie," she confessed, realizing that he saw through her claims of having work to do, "Truth be told, I have no idea why I did just now. What, uh..." She looked away from him for a moment as though avoiding his smile, "What ideas did you have in mind, then?"

[member="Lancer Damar"]

 

[Lancer Damar]

"When's the last time someone else has been on the ship?"

He took a carefully-measured step.

"When's the last time someone like me has been on this ship?"

He took another step.

"When you had a conversation with another?"

Another step- he was practically face to face with her.

"And I know you haven't ever met a man like me."

They were a hair's breath away from each other. He was physically cold, she could feel it at this distance. Cold on the inside, cold on the outside. It fit. He lingered there, before moving his mustache-adorned face in for the kill.

[member="Kyra Sol"]