The Council of the Hand

[Skyler]

[member="IC-6736"]

She was almost there and - SMACK!

She fell forward and sprawled across the closet floor as something heavy and distinctly smelling of bleached-plasteel sprawled on top of her rump and freshly-pressed lab coat. Ears heard the distinct click of the closet door closing and something pounding up against it. One arm reached forward in the dark as she tried to find her black-rimmed glasses.

She pushed the mop of blond hair away from her face as she tried to move. "Geeet offfff!"

She did NOT like this close proximity and how it made her heart beat just a tad, bit faster. All so against what her logical mind was thinking.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Felicity Simmons"]

Three-six scrambled up to his feet his chest heaving, heart pounding, heat building in his limbs. That voice...He wasn't...not with...he gulped as his mind and body told him to do things that he would rather not do...with her. He turned quickly and put his back against the door. This wasn't good.

"So..." He said trying not to move toward her, "you smell nice." Real smooth Trooper.

He took a step toward her and hoped he was just passed out and this wasn't happening, but something, a part of him that was quite strong moved him to approach, and in the dark of the closet, he thought about taking off his helmet.

 

[Skyler]

[member="IC-6736"]

She groaned as the weight was lifted from her back. The voice she was dreading to hear reached her ears through the dimly lit closet. Was it possible to find a tone so annoying yet horrifically attractive due to bring drug-induced?

Unfortunately, yes.

She scrambled on her hands and knees, trying to feel out where her glasses went. "Please, just stay-," CRUNCH. The unmistakeable sound of breaking plastic and glass under a certain trooper's boot filled the space.

"No, no, NO!" She screeched. With emotions clearly off-kilter, she exploded to her feet in a rare display of anger. "This is all YOUR fault!" Tiny-hand balled up into a fist and, going very much against her scientific judgement, she swung it toward his armored-chest in the dark.

And the entire time, she couldn't get over the perfect symmetry of the man's curves under that armor. No, NO. She was angry!!! Stay angry.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Felicity Simmons"]

He heard the crunch and it only barely registered that it was her glasses. He was losing his grip on his thoughts, not that it was a first, he looked down at the spot where she had hit and couldn't help the thought "smart and fiesty."

He shook his head and tried to fight thinking of the woman under the lab coat. He reached up and pulled off his helmet to reveal his blurry face because it was dark and her glasses were under his foot. He reached for her hand with the intent of holding it as he reached to touch the side of her face.

"Maybe we should just let go...you never know you may enjoy it."

''Why did i say that.' he thought....

 

[Skyler]

[member="IC-6736"]

She regretted hitting him. Immediately. She shook out her knuckles. "Ow, ouch, hey-ohhh," she clammed up as he held her hand. She squinted through the dark, trying to clear his blurred-face.

"E-excu-cuse me? Did you just say, I might enjoy this?!"

Cheeks flushed in hot-anger that wouldn't be seen in the dark. She punched him again, her knuckles cracking against his armor.

"Monomers and polymers, I hate you, so much! But," voice caught in her throat as a crack under the door that let in just enough light to pull her focus to his lips. Her hand throbbed. Her thoughts weren't jiving with her emotions and she realized instead of backing away, she was leaning in closer.

What the #$@# was wrong with her?!

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Felicity Simmons"]

His heart beat faster and the feeling he was going to seriously regret this day was so strong that he couldn't help but wish he had pushed the ewok in, however something wouldn't let him calm the heat rising in his face, the pounding of his heart and the desire to pull her close. He was going to hear about this later he was sure.

'oh shab' he thought a second before he finally pulled her against him and let go of her hand. He snaked a hand beneath her lab coat and to her waist and then put his hand on the side of her cheek as he leaned down to press his lips against hers. He half waited for a little fist to collide with the side of his head and half didn't really care. He was under the influence of the same drug as he had given to everyone, no wonder zeltrons were always happy....

 

[Skyler]

[member="IC-6736"]

A squeak left her mouth as she was pulled against his plasteel-armor. Head spun with the heaviness of the drug and her lips locked with his while her head screamed NO-NO-NO. Her body screamed yes-yes-yes.

Uggh, chemical reactions.

As if reflecting her dualing-desires, one arm snaked around the back of his neck as they thoroughly snogged. Her other hand pressed flat against his chest, slightly smashed between her own body and his. Pull him closer and push him away.

Feth, her knuckles still throbbed and she wanted to hit him.

She broke for air and tried to gather the urge to step away but failed miserably. "What...you will...regret this," she huffed.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Felicity Simmons"]

He gasped for air as his mind became thoroughly convinced that his body had made a good point. He had trouble focusing on anything but her figure and the fact that she was a much better kisser than an egghead had any right to be.

"Yeah." he said as he leaned down and began kissing her again and fumbling with his stupid armor. He was going to need a memory wipe. Maybe Spencer would have pity on him but the drugs and natural male inclination toward lustful stupidity overcame the thought and he focused on her lips again as strange Ewok noises came from the other room.

 

[Isar]

The tiny ewok was born to the ground by the human female's weight. She landed awkwardly on top of him, immediately covering his pudgy lips and furry cheeks with kisses while running her fingers through his fur.

"Oh. My. Stars. It's sooooo SOOOOooft!" she squealed delightedly.

Warok looked up at her from where he lay on the floor, the cold hard surface of which was slowly growing in appeal. His big round eyes blinked once, a mix of confusion and....

"Mm, feel good," he decided at last, with an assenting head nod. "More."

Then adult things occurred, to the tune of his shrunken skull necklace clacking together in a steady rhythm and more delighted squealing.

...​

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IMPLIED EWOK SEX.​

 

[Skyler]

[member="IC-6736"]

"Of course I'm," it was amazing how many kisses one could fit in between words, let alone sentences, "right." With enough statistical data, she could plot the most efficient use of oxygen to lip contact ration. She needed more data.

She began to shrug off her labcoat, floored at her ability to multitask so efficiently.

Although, the noises outside of the door gave her significant pause. She pulled her lips a fraction of an inch away from his. "Do you think Sara is okay out there?"

Beep-beep-boop-beep-boop-boop.

Her phone began to ring in the pocket of her labcoat on the floor, next to some of his armor.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Felicity Simmons"]

"She's" he said breifly before returning to the social experiment of oxygen use during snogging. "A big" kissing sounds. "Girl, and he's not."

He pulled her close and tossed his remaining armor to the side. Then tried to help her with her shirt. Whe,he heard the sound, lips pressed as they were her shirt halfway over her head arms in the air he couldn't help bit feel like something important was supposed to happen today but in his drugged state he could think of little else.

"Ignore it."

 

[Skyler]

[member="IC-6736"]

"Mffkay. Mfftop pulling mffy hair," she muffled behind the shirt halfway over her head. Stiletto-heeled-foot rocked back, and hit the comm through the jacket on the floor. Specifically, the comm-speaker button. The blond stumbled backwards as her arms and head were freed from the shirt.

"Felicity. Felicity. This is your mothah."

"OhGodno," the scientist yelped as she continued on her backwards fall, arms flailed as she grabbed at the shelves on the side to try and defy the laws of gravity. The drug was definitely taking away her ability to scientifically reason.

"Your fathah and I just wanna make sure you go to the store later. You know how your fathah is lately with his pills. He just can't do what he needs in the bathroom these days..."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Felicity Simmons"]

Three-six turned as they fell so he wouldn't land on the woman. The slightly nasal sound of the Felicity's mother tugged at his mind and gave him the small fight or flight feeling that he wanted desperately to obey.

Three-six pulled away and decided to handle it in the most gentlemen-like way a drug addled mind could come up with.

"Chhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sim shhhhhhhhhhhjcrrrrrrrrrrrr." he said before slapping the comlink in an attempt to turn it off before returning his attention to the woman.

He couldn't really think of what he was doing as much as one would like. In fact he was starting to notice she wasn't nearly as annoying as he previously had thought. However, with that strange revelation that he would no doubt regret later he noticed a slight blurring of vision and was certain that so he wouldn't have to worry about remembering it much at all. He held her like a lover, albeit a rather angry one, but all the same he let go of the last vestiges of inhibition he had and just went with it.

...

He didn't know what happened next as he promptly and almost completely blacked out. Whether or not that is his story or it really was the case is anyone's guess.