March 19, 2362

I had Travis eating out of my hand before the game was over. Judging from the way he'd reacted when I walked into the bar, I'd think he'd hardly looked at me before, and I guess he hadn't thought very much about my gender, or at least didn't look at me as a female, but instead as a coworker. In whichever case, he certainly noticed me last night, and it was enjoyable to be on the dealing end of the lust instead of the receiving end. He looked like he normally did, certainly eye candy as usual, but his attitude was gone for once.

I graciously accepted to break and he was standing behind me as I did so. I can only assume my skirt hiked up and displayed by bare ass, he was a little distracted when I turned to face him. After a couple more turns, I could tell his eyes were locked on me.

Even though I could tell he wanted me, he did everything he could to not admit it. He still kept talking about his ex, but at least he complemented me on my outfit after I beat him. We only played one game before we sat down at the bar for a few drinks.

It didn't take long for him to decide to turn in early, and I decided to stick around for a while longer. After Travis was gone, I glanced around looking for someone that had a one night stand look about him. Failing to find someone who looked like a good fuck, I decided to shoot a little more pool.

As I played I developed an audience, and I didn't have to buy another drink the whole night, someone would toss out the credits to keep my mug filled and keep me playing. I made a point to take my time with my drinks because I suspected the crowd was just trying to get me sloshed. Thank Kahless for my Klingon half being responsible for my metabolism.

As the night wore on, my audience started to have more trouble with gravity and their vocal chords. I just kept dodging their gropes and ignoring their cat calls. However, there was a man with long black hair watching from the background the whole time, he looked human. It looked like he'd been nursing the same drink the whole night.

About three hours after Travis left, I decided that it was time to retreat to my room for some sleep. I dodged many drunken grabs and paid for my drinks from earlier in the night, then ducked out the door into the crowd. Space stations always are bustling any hour of the day or night, which helps in losing people.

I had thought no one from the bar had followed me, until I noticed I wasn't alone in the corridor to my room. The man with the long black hair was behind me, and I chose to ignore him, or at least act like I didn't care he was there.

He was quick to catch up to me after I'd noticed him, and he soon had me pinned against the wall and my eyes locked with his green ones. At first he seemed to expect a fight, but he tightened his grip when I didn't give him one.

We stood like that a short moment before I asked him what he was waiting for. When he failed to say anything, I decided to reverse our positions and pin him to the wall. This snapped him back into reality and he slid a hand up my skirt. I let out a surprised gasp as his ice cold finger invaded the warmth of my slit. He grinned, leaned forward to force a kiss upon me, and probed forth with his cold fingers.

As I heard my name, I pushed the stranger away from me. Travis was standing in the door the stranger and I were a couple feet away from. Travis turned to go back into the room, and I kneed the stranger before I darted in the closing doors.

Travis greeted me with crossed arms and a sharp look, I hardly noticed because I was paying more attention to his wearing nothing more than boxers. When I finally got a grip, I asked him what his problem was. I even accused him of being jealous and made vague references to the sap in the hall. The silence I got back couldn't have been cut with a diamond.

I explained that I hadn't exactly invited the guy to follow me or take liberties, but I'd been considering taking him up on his forced offer simply because I was sex starved. I also told him I hoped he was going to do something to make me not regret burning that bridge tonight, since I had given it up because he'd expressed displeasure with the arrangement. When silence continued to be the only response I got, I turned to leave.

My name escaped his lips as I turned, and I looked back to find he'd already closed the space between us. Without another word everything just fell into place and we spent the rest of the night together. The neighbors were sure to have not cared for the noise we made, but I didn't care what they thought, I was not only getting the rough sex I needed, but I was getting it with he who had taunted me for so long. That last part was the most satisfying, but I was pleasantly surprised with his skill in bed.

I woke up before he did the next morning, and took some time to think. I considered how two people who had seemed to hate each other so much from the first could have such explosively awesome sex. He didn't give me long to think as he woke up soon after I did.

He followed his good morning mumble with a blind grope into the night stand, his hand returning with a regenerator. I grinned as I sat up and took it from him, asking which of my marks he wanted removed from his body.

After a short exchange of joking, flirting and even a mild bit of serious discussion, he only had me heal up a couple of the more painful bite marks. The first bite from last night was one of the ones he let me leave, just below his jawline not far from his left ear. He made the most delicious yelp when I'd done that, and he was quick to return the favor in the same spot on me.

I leaned in to kiss and nip at that bite mark, and he treated me to another delicious yelp. I leaned closer so that my mouth was right at his ear, and asked him where he learned to be that good, punctuating my question with a nip at his earlobe.

He drew in a sharp breath before he admitted his first girlfriend was Klingon. He traced the bite mark he'd left on my hip, and agitated it with his finger nail provoking a soft growl from me. He then asked me if I'd really been planning on having sex with the guy in the hall last night.

He cupped my face in his other hand, and I sucked his thumb into my mouth to tease with my tongue and teeth, acting as if I was thinking. There'd been something familiar about the man from last night, but I couldn't quiet put my finger on it.

I gave Travis some line about how the guy had gave me the impression of a rapist so he probably would have balked had I not let him have control of the situation. Before he could inquire further, I changed the subject to Blue. He'd told me that Travis had asked him to back off, but that didn't quite fit how things had gone.

From the way Travis explains it, it sounds more like Blue saw both of our attractions from what they were, and chose to step out of the way. Travis had made the mistake of asking if Blue and I were involved, and true to Andorian form, Blue made a remark about humanity's uptight and narrow view on sex.

He may have won me over in bed, but he isn't the brightest crayon in the box, especially when it came to other species. I gave the dull crayon a crash course on sexuality and Andorian culture. This caused him to ask me what our thing was.

When I told him we'd have to go slow, see what comes of it, he laughed. I shot him a look that usually could wilt a man in a second, and he only grinned at me. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close, leaning in as if he was going to kiss me but instead held back just a fingers width. He suggested that it was a little late for slow, and asked what my intentions were.

I leaned in to try to connect for the implied kiss, almost missing the question, and he kept back just enough to stop me, but staying close enough to leave the implied connection alive. He asked me again what my intentions were, and caught my chin in his hand to keep me where he wanted me. I growled and admitted I hadn't thought that far ahead. He rewarded my answer by letting me have the kiss he'd held back, but extracted himself from under me as he did so.

As he broke the kiss, he was standing next to the bed, and left me kneeling as if desperate for more. He turned and swaggered into the bathroom, throwing over his shoulder that he was going to take a shower, and if I wanted to go freshen up first, he was hoping I'd join him for breakfast in an hour.

I stormed out of his room, glanced down the hall glad to find the mystery man from last night had left, and took the coldest and quickest shower in the history of the universe. My timing worked out well because here I am, still undressed, just summarized what happened, and he's knocking at my door. I think I'll just answer the door as I am, and see what he does.