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Re: \\Change of Pace//
DIR By: WickedOne
Date: February 28, 2025, 2:23 pm
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Normally, Astoria's smile would indicate her relaxing and having
a good time, something Conroy would welcome happily, but there
was something different about her grin. It's possible she was
just testing his abilities but he had a feeling there was more
to it than that. The image of her zipper sliding down reprised
its role as the focus in his mind.
Conroy never lost his cool but he also hated being in the dark
when things held importance to him. He shook his thoughts around
as he grabbed the pool stick, focusing his mind back to the
game. We'll have to gather more evidence before making any
calls, he thought to himself while looking over the sorry
looking hand he was dealt in the game.
"Seriously?" He said with a wry grin as he stood back taking in
the sight of his position. His empty hand fell to his hip,
gently tapping a few times before he shifted forward, narrowing
his eyes. "Well, there's no getting around it, you really left
me with a sh!t play here." As he sighed sarcastically, he set
the pool stick alongside the table. His hands quickly shifted to
the zipped up under armor shirt he wore, a light weave of
infused metals that refused to bend in areas essential to the
stance he would need to take the shot.
In an instant, Conroy's muscular frame became visible and, for a
questionably intentional moment, his well toned core also popped
out from beneath the perfectly dry shirt he wore underneath.
But that wasn't all.
With the freedom of his upper half, he could feel the firm fit
of his waist being squeezed by his harness. With a slow,
deliberate hand, he reached down, carefully snapping the three
latches that kept his lower utility suit tightly bound to his
form. There was the briefest window where he allowed a peak at
his lower abs and the smooth slide of muscle climbing even lower
until he bent over the table, sure to catalog Astoria's reaction
to his "getting comfy" from the corners of his perception, a
skill he carefully honed over the many years he had spent with
boots on the ground.
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Re: \\Change of Pace//
DIR By: WickedOne
Date: February 28, 2025, 10:09 pm
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She smirked as he began to take inventory of the table and jest
about the difficulty of his next shot, surely he'd have to make
a jump over one of the solids just to have a chance to sink
anything. Something well within his skill set which they both
new despite his playful bellyaching he so seemed to love as the
two found their stride for evening banter. Though as he went to
take off his next layer the scales began to tilt in his favor,
her smile slipping as her short range scope locked in, zooming
in on his movements at the unmistakable clacking sound of gear
being doffed. Before she even realized what she was doing, her
brain registered that she had zoomed in and taken sight of...
well everything. Sweet Oni baloney was he fit. Much to her
embarrassment, her gaze immediately snapped upward to look at
the ceiling instead as she sharply inhaled and held her breath
for a moment trying to clear her head. She could feel her
temperature rising and her cheeks beginning to burn. Though if
prompted she would rationalize it by blaming it on the strong
drinks instead of wander eyes. With thoughts like that she was
second guessing going to talk to one of the doctors... What an
absurd thought, absolutely never in a million light-years would
she ever under any circumstances ever, ever, ever, sleep with
Blindeye!
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FLASH FORWARD
Astoria, her face flushed and her eyes bleary rolled over onto
her back with a soft thud. Her whole body felt like it had been
a bell that had tolled, her appendages ringing out in fatiuge.
Breathless as her bare chest rose and fell she found herself
starring up at the barracks ceiling, pulled the sheets up around
her. [i]How? How in the Alpha Quadrant had I ended up in his
fuvking bed?![/I] She blinked, her head swimming with the
remembrance of the night prior events, thinking back to how they
had been playing pool when it all started.
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Re: \\Change of Pace//
DIR By: WickedOne
Date: March 3, 2025, 5:59 pm
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Conroy, now holding his upper body aloft over the felt covered
table, slowly angled his arms in an awkward, yet somehow
effective manner. He eyed the angles one more time as he
simultaneously dialed in his muscles carefully.
[size=18pt]CRACK!!! The sound of the cue meeting the ball was
intense but nothing a few half-drunk super soldiers couldn't
handle.
The white ball soared through the air, quickly clearing the
edges of the table. "Sh!t." He spat immediately. Before he made
it back to his feet, Astoria began chuckling which was
immediately followed by the sound of movement on the table. To
Conroy's surprise, the cue ball was back on the green and
bouncing over his initial target. With a soft thump and snap,
the white ball stopped, exactly where it had started in the
first place. Even the ball that was hit on the way back into the
ring shuffled back to place as if pulled by an otherworldly
force.
Conroy's eyes widened as he stared at the scene for a moment.
Finally, he looked over at Astoria with a face of pure
astonishment. "I meant to do that." He said, clearly bluffing.
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Re: \\Change of Pace//
DIR By: WickedOne
Date: March 3, 2025, 7:55 pm
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Astoria who's thoughts had been... distracted finally blinked
upon registering Conroy's words. "Hmm?" She furrowed her brow
simply shaking her head in response trying to refocus on the
game at hand, what game that was was debatable. Clearing her
throat she walked over to the table and raised an eyebrow at
Blindeye. "You seem to be in rare form tonight, your shoulder
appears to have more recoil than it seems you can handle." Her
words were teasing but there was some truth to them as she
almost seemed to study him for a moment. Before Conroy could
reply she had walked over and began grabbing his dominant arm,
twisting it as if testing something for a moment. She watched
him twinge slightly as she began to twist it another way, her
eyes narrowing in disapproval for the briefest of moments as if
assessing something, before she gave his arm a firm tug downward
his shoulder giving a pop as it realigned. "You're gear isn't
the only thing that needs regular maintenance you know." She
said with a mix of concern and annoyance, twisting and bending
the arm once more, as if to see that it was in it's proper place
before releasing him go from her grip. "That should feel
better." She said with a satisfied nod and a small smile as if
pleased with her work.
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Re: \\Change of Pace//
DIR By: WickedOne
Date: March 9, 2025, 5:57 pm
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Oh sh!t. Conroy thought as Astoria's movements became more and
more... hungry. While he wasn't one to turn down a good time,
this particular case came with more baggage due to their
proximity. The feelings rising within Conroy's core were
unmistakable, though: they both wanted this. "I suppose it can't
be helped." He said in a slightly blurry response. Giving his
arm a turn, he admired the woman's deft work, sure that it could
be put to use if things proceeded.
Coming down from the intensity of her stare, Conroy watched as
Astoria lined up her shots. With the amount of alcohol they
shared finally settling in, their mild flirtatious glances
became much more obvious and lingering. Each fixed on the gaze
of the other, prowling around one another ready to pounce but
daring the other to make the first move.
The question wasn't about if, it was about When.
The billiard's game became a background noise, nothing more than
static to keep the ringing in their ears at bay. With each hefty
crack of the billiards, a different, intense scene burst into
Conroy's head. He started feeling like a dirty old man, preying
on a much stronger, more lethal predator than himself, like a
fool, but each of her reciprocated glances proved him otherwise.
In reality, he couldn't help but stare down the barrel of
whatever Astoria had planned for him, the thrill of the suspense
was one of his favorite feelings, it's why he was such a cool
and collected sniper, after all, and why he intended to pursue
this as far as it would go.
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