Baylee's mind was moving in a direction: a decidely violent direction. She had been, more or less, looking for an excuse to go beat someone bloody. Karin seemed a likely target. She needed soemthing, anything to cool off. She felt it like a coil in her belly sitting right behind her navel. A tension, a tightness she had experienced nearly all her life. All her life except that few, brief moments during and after the only two things she had ever found. She hated that tightness. It made her sick, crazy, anxious. She had never been able to explain that feeling to anyone, ever. She'd been labeled crazy, blood-thirsty, and worse, but none of it ever stopped her need to aleviate it and only two things ever had: sex and violence.

Oh, she tried to direct it, manage it, vent it in healthy, or at least less destructive, directions. But, sometimes, it just slipped out beyond her ability to control. Now was one of those times. Directed, expected, yearning at the utter length of the leash she kept it on, the tension suddenly jerked in a new direction as Maissa first made contact, then pressed the tableau further.

She was saying something, too, but her mind couldn't fixate on it. Her senses were locked onto the contact. Her eyes found her lip, the curve of her neck, the swell of the breast. She felt heat, breath, a soft (the softest) touch. Baylee's hands moved, her head bounced off Maissa's as they collided into the walls of the hall, and she blacked out.

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Breathing heavily, Baylee let her weight push down like a stamp into the form beneath her. She wasn't crushing her, just the most mild of post-coital curiosity if her form and Maissa's would just merge magically, perfectly. Slick friction greeted the laguid attempt and she failed to resist and slid off and next to her lover. Unconsciously, she gathered the other woman to her so she could feel the swell of her breathing against her and her breath over her. For now, for a few blissful moments, she was calm.

She stared that calm up into the ceiling and willed it to last as she willed it to last every time. Seconds that counted as lifetimes passed as the spring slowly started to wind again. The slight turning down of the corner of her mouth, the slightest narrowing of her eyes, the subtle tension suffusing hr limbs. It was still small now but it slowly returned. Maybe? Maybe a little slower this time? She closed her eyes and willed it to be true. The spring doubted.

"Okay, you were saying something important before you hit my buttons. Literally and metaphorically. I hope you aren't offended that I do not recall more than a word or two and that it made strong sense." A strong, wiry arm pulled the form beside her closer but still stared at the ceiling focused inward. Her presence, her attention was redirecting itself like a freighter at sea toward Maissa though. She finally rolled onto her side to prop her head up on her hand and stare into the otehr woman's eyes with naked curiosity, "Could you repeat it for me, Issa?" The pet name contained just the slightest traces of hesitancy and, also, Baylee's typical honesty.
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OOC : OK let's see how I get around the "censorship" without sounding too cheesy in a foreign language! ;))

Maissa felt good. She felt so much time had passed since she last surfed on such a big wave of pleasure; her crave for recreative drugs, smoke and beverages had now diminished. In jail - she didn't remember exactly the last one, but all jails were the same - the fight for those rare commodities was huge, and there was such social and psychological violence between miserable females inmates, that all fantasies about lesbian sex in prisons were painful in comparison with the real stuff.

She replayed the last half-hour in her mind - the problem with pleasure is, it's badly memorized, so you have to get another adrenaline shot after a while.

Maissa remembered how Baylee dragged her to the biggest cabin, and had swinged her on the bed. She remembered the wrestle; who would undress the other first, who would be on top, who would be first on the receiving end, the playful bites on sensitives parts, the scratches on skins - with long nails that had grown while in hibernation. The challenge "fight/fuck" had be issued and accepted. Her heart had beaten strongly and she had turned red from the effort.
Unsurprisingly, the slim Pai Huai was all muscle and no fat, so Maissa quickly and gracefully had accepted to serve first - while Baylee swore and groaned in abandon.
However, Baylee was a generous captain, and had given as much as she had received.

After the action, Maissa contemplated the exotic shades of the nude and offered exotic body of her Ling-Li, wondering if the males Pai Hau would look much different, nude, and if they could be tamed. She had to find out, for sure.

Maissa then pondered if the captain was romantically involved with her, and what  could be gotten out of it. At least Baylee had the body language of infatuation... which could mean that the true domination might not just follow the hierarchical order.

The captain met her inspecting stare, maybe misunderstood it, and asked Maissa to retell her recruitment plans.
Back to the power game, the first mate duly complied.

Baylee flopped back as Maissa repeated her ideas about the inquisition. Her eyes flicked back and forth to try and track her own thoughts and react to her lover's. Slowly, her frown grew deeper and deeper. A slow rumbling sound grew in her chest laguidly before finally erupting as a growl of frustration. "Susmaryosep! I can't keep all the fekking stuff sorted."

She rolled her head to look at the sexy pilot but the previous moments of peace were lost in the tide of hot blood that was her curse. Hr eyes flicked down to the other's form briefly and desire flickered briefly, but the frown painted itself back in place quickly after her eyes focused inward again briefly. Grunting sourly, she huffed into the open air above her bunk. She shifted in the bunk just ever so slightly and cool air rushed in between their forms.

"Why? Why would an insular group automatically attack an outsider? In an emergent situation like that? For roughly similar reasons that we attacked them and allied ourselves with the underdogs. Instinct. Instincts that I don't agree with or share wholly, but ones I get. But, yes, I want to break that team up. I was already of half a mind to reject the sergeant no matter what he says. Karin... fight or fuck, that woman is going to have a bad day soon. But, remember this Issa, I am also a trigger happy, cold-blooded bitch when I need to be. I am also capable of hot-blooded passion that ends in lovely things or violent ways." By the end of the spiel, Baylee had a wolfish grin on her face and was focusing ona  point in the ceiling above. One of the benefits of her personality was, now that the plumbing was cleared, her cold side could emerge a bit more freely.

She released a long, hissing sigh and smirked at Maissa, "Make no mistakes, this is MY ship and MY crew and I will constuct it how I like. But, yeah, I'll be having Casks join me and probably Spohr. Which one was Bek again? Definitely not Amin, anong putang ina mo. Tian a, I need to feel blood between my toes. There's nothing like it!"

Groaning heavily, the lithe spacer slowly crawled over the pilot to slip out of bed. If some rather conspicuous contact was made doing so, it was all in fun. Then she pulled on just the plain overalls she'd had on since the beginning but left the top part off, sleeves tied around her waist. looking down, she grabbed something sharp and cut the legs off at just below the knees raggedly. Working quickly, she used the excess cloth cut into strips to wrap her chest. Satisfied with her modifications she smirked at Maissa, "Rest if you want, stay until I get back if you like... you're welcome here when you'd like but I'm not giving you the key." Still, her eyes had a curious intensity when she spoke the word 'welcome.' Then the captian stalked out of the bunk bare-footed to return to the meeting.

Maissa listened to the display of power that was Baylee's declamation. She tensed when the captain stated her authority over the ship and its crew. Her rebel nature flared in her eyes and she clenched her teeth. She repressed an urge to slap the irritating monkey, right here and now.
But that would be counter-productive...

While Baylee dressed-up in a pirate-gypsy way, Maissa jumped from the bed, reached the cabin door and laid her back on it. She stood naked, feet crossed, hands on the hips, chest forward and shoulders back, head slightly tilted and knowing smile. She was self-conscious of her provocative sensuality.

When the bare-footed Pai-Huai stepped closer, Maissa looked her up and down and laid her index on the bone between her partner's small breasts. "Now... Cold-blooded bitch... Think about this before rejecting the application of "commander Amin" and kicking him through the airlock : he knows everything about us, and was behind the trumped-up charges. Why? I bet it's because he wants us to join him in the biggest stickup of the galaxy... a heist belittling the sums Rayfe hijacked from his banks."

The eyes of the Sarius native opened wide : "Each one of us would be the king or queen of their little planet!".

After that caveat, the pretty girl let the lean woman go through the door, not after having demanded a passionate kiss and embrace for the right of passage.

Maissa went back to her clothes. She wanted to be part of the jury of the Marines' trial, but contemplated the crumpled bed sheets, still warm, still perfumed and moist. She had been through exhausting long hours and dangers since she was expelled from the stasis-pod. Did she not deserve a little nap, like Ling-li had said? Didn't the captain discharge her of all responsibilities - for a moment? Was the pilot not promoted to the position of greatest treasure of this piratee's den? Shouldn't she have a little fun before she died?

Maissa slid into the bed and fell asleep trying to bring back memories of the subtle taste of cocktails. Before the fade to black, she visualized a round of colored and sparkling liquids in fancy glasses.
The uprising could wait.
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