Ginger Gears

Blue Screen

He put the bottle back on the table and saw her standing in front of his shelves. He let the glasses on the table and joined her.

She pointed to his figurines. "What are they?"

He took the smallest in between his fingers and turned it around. It had been a while since he had last used them. "It's an old set of chess pieces, I used to play with them in the Academy." He gave her the piece. "It's made from wood."

She looked at it before she put it back. "They look different from the chess pieces that I know."

"Most people only play three-dimensional chess, these are from a two-dimensional game."

She wandered toward his desk, looking at his shelves with commendations and replicas of different types of starships. "Were you good at it?"

He shrugged. "I was a decent player, but I haven't played in years. Can you play?"

"I used to play with Paige, but we weren't particularly good." She flashed a smile. "I was more interested in engines than games."

She stopped right before his desk and pointed at a model in the shelf next to it. "This looks like the Finalizer, but the layout is slightly different. Is it a sister ship?"

Again he stepped next to her and took it from the shelf. "It's the concept model of the Finalizer. The architects from the Corellia shipyards changed the dimensions pretty much last minute."

She took the model and held it close to her face. "Hm, the position of the ventral cannons is unusual. Wouldn't it make more sense to arrange them in a circular position?"

He looked at her, suddenly very aware of her close proximity. He felt heat pooling in his stomach; it wasn't only the whiskey. "Yes, they changed that too." He put his hand on her back.

She looked over her shoulder. He started to rub her back with his hand, slowly trailing down to her butt. She parted her lips a little and exhaled. He tenderly caressed her hip, the curve of her soft cheek, down to her thigh.

She leaned a little forward onto his desk and he moved his hand back up, cupping her ass cheek, giving it a light squeeze. He reached around her and opened her belt, he could hear her breath quicken when he opened her pants and started to pull them down to her ankles.

Seeing her bent over his desk made him hard, his heartbeat sped up as he cupped her ass again. He let his index finger wander to her tailbone. Slowly he let his finger glide over her grey panties, along her crack until he reached a hot and moist part.

She hissed with lust when he crooked his finger and started to massage her pussy. He quickly found her clit and pressed two fingers against it, making circular, rhythmic movements. She spread her legs and pressed herself against his fingers.

He was now completely hard, the tip of his cock was grinding against his boxers. He pushed his thumb against her butthole and continued to rub her clit with the index and middle finger. Her panties were now soaking wet. She moaned loudly, the sound was so intoxicating that he pressed harder, hoping to hear it once more.

Suddenly she turned around and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, pulling him roughly towards her. Her kiss was wild, hot and passionate. She got rid of his belt and freed his erection. When she grabbed it with a firm grasp he groaned.

"Bedroom?" she panted.

He didn't even answer and started to unbutton his jacket as he crossed the room, impatient of getting rid of the clothes. He could hear her kicking the boots from her feet, getting rid of the pants. As soon as he had reached the bedroom she was behind him, pushing him on the mattress and saddling him.