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((The more challenging the question, the better. :D))
'She can't actually be serious.' Niner resisted the urge to just say what she was thinking out loud. She got in trouble a lot for doing that, and Carolina of all people didn’t deserve it. She kept talking, attempting to ignore the nagging thoughts that something was wrong. About halfway through her sentence she stopped, sighing and sitting down beside the other woman, lacing her fingers together and resting her elbows on her knees.
"I’m all ears Carolina."
For a very, very brief second, Carolina thought that Niner was going to leave it alone. They could finish their conversation and she could finish changing, and both could forget that anything that didn’t have to do with mission details didn’t happen. But of course, she was wrong to think that anything good was going to come out of this. The second time Niner stopped talking, she knew that that would be it. The pilot would be determined to get her answers now and she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
But it didn’t mean that Carolina had to tell the absolute truth.
"…It was a training accident. Nothing to worry about."
He knew how much she enjoyed his voice, so he talked to her. As he held both her wrists in one massive hand, pinning them against the door to her room, just above her head, Maine growled into her ear between the heated kisses he pressed to her neck. He also knew, through pleasant experience, that his second language had a way of getting to her in these moments. So, with his lips curving in a devious smirk when they weren’t occupied at her neck, Carolina’s subordinate made sure to tell her, in vivid detail, /exactly/ what he what he wanted to do to her, what he was /going/ to do to her, how he planned to leave her a writhing, moaning mess…and he growled it all into her ear in a language he knew she didn’t understand.
His hand free hand was at her waist when he’d first pressed her back to the cold steel of the door, but as he whisper-growled sinful promises to her, his hand slipped beneath her shirt and trailed up and up, inching higher as his foreign taunts gradually earned the titan a lower seat in hell, until finally, when his words reached the pinnacle of vulgar debauchery, an eager hand met the commander’s breast and the way Maine groped and caressed her matched the wanton nature of his words, movements becoming heated with his words and cooling as his tongue did.
To say he enjoyed this, teasing and taunting his lover in all the ways he knew she loved, would be an understatement, and Lina’s subordinate would have no problem doing this all night if he had to.
There were two coherent thoughts that still ran through Carolina’s mind. She had no idea how they wound up in this position, and she didn’t care.
It started out with a simple bet- she couldn’t even remember what the original wager even was anymore. As details were worked out and the game gradually became, well, much more interesting, it wasn’t long before she found herself pressed against the wall, wrists pinned above her head on the cold metal. The rough foreign growling in her ear, though she had no idea what he was saying, definitely sounded sultry enough to send shivers down her spine and cause her to bite her lower lip. Normally the redhead would be taking control, but Maine’s lips at her neck and his voice heated and laced with desire made her knees weak and sent her heart pounding.
As the hand he slipped under her shirt met her breast, she inhaled sharply and arched her back against Maine’s touch. Her breath, when she exhaled, carried a quiet murmur of his name. She wasn’t ready to admit defeat yet- she was never one to lose. But at this rate, it was a high possibility.
Project Freelancer is a state of the art scientific endeavour, with one goal in mind: to ensure the security of humanity in a harsh and violent galaxy.
Niner glanced at Carolina’s face. She was watching her, and obviously wasn’t happy with what Niner was seeing. Niner stood straight again, trying to come up with a viable reason why the other woman would be so… damaged.
"Um… Absolutely nothing." She didn’t say anything after that, making sure that the words had the right tone to them. She wanted answers, but she also didn’t want Carolina to get upset. That didn’t go well. A passive aggressive, sarcastic approach that allowed the Freelancer to explain for herself was the best approach she could think of.
Niner appeared to have backed down. For now. Carolina was still unsure, however, if the pilot was actually leaving her suspicions alone or just waiting to try a different approach. Best to stay on her guard until she was positive. If Niner really did notice- and if she noticed a good amount of the damage- it wouldn’t be something that she would put aside very easily.
"So," she continued, in an attempt to wave away the attention on her neck. "You were saying?"
4:Talk about the thing you regret most so far.
"I regret being so blind to the truth when it was right in front of me. Because I couldn’t see what was so corrupt about the project, almost everyone that was close to me is gone, and it’s partly my fault."
8:Talk about the thing you are most proud of.
"I’m proud of my leadership abilities and my team. Not many people can say that they have a group of people that they would go to hell and back with."
27:Talk about your favorite part of someone else’s body.
"Not saying who, but I love his eyes. There’s something about them that’s so expressive."
35:Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.
"I want to stop thinking about things that don’t matter. If they don’t mean anything and they aren’t going to help me, there’s no point in remembering."
24:Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
((I think someone that wasn’t my mom told me I look nice? It was a nice self esteem boost, but nobody ever told me anything that really stands out.))
36:Talk about your guilty pleasures.
((I listen to a lot of music that my friends would probably look at me weird for listening to. I don’t really believe in guilty pleasures though. If you like something, you shouldn’t be ashamed of it.))
38:Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.
((Green Eyes by Coldplay definitely reminds me of my recent ex. That’s about it.))