July 14, 2363

Yeah, I am awesome.

So, after finishing that last journal entry, I marched right up to Blue and called him a coward. Just out and out, “coward!” I have never seen that man more confused in my life. It amused the hell out of me, and I had to use every last ounce of self control not to burst out giggling and spoil my efforts. When he looked up at me silently for a moment, then called over to Travis that “his woman” was acting suicidal, I cackled like a madwoman.

Both Travis and Blue regarded me with cocked eyebrows. I pointed out that calling me suicidal was big talk from someone who hadn't taken up a weapon against me in nearly three weeks, and grinned when this statement seemed to have made it under his thick blue skin. I think Travis figured out what my goal was and started marking cracks about how he was just going to have to write up my eulogy, nothing he could do about it.

When Blue shot up out of the chair he was seated in, and slammed me against the wall, Travis was utterly floored. Even as I grinned and attempted to get the wind back into my lungs, he looked as if he was trying to decide if he should attempt interjecting into the fight. I was absolutely thrilled that not only was Blue taking the bait, he wasn't even waiting to take it down to our little sparring corner of the cargo bay. Blue held me pinned to the wall, staring at me wild eyed, waiting to see what I'd do now that he'd taken my challenge.

I have to admit, being pinned to the wall by him like that really turned me on, and if I wasn't happy in my relationship with Travis, or if he gave me permission to enjoy others too, I would have likely kissed and bit Blue then. Instead I did the right thing and threw him across the cockpit with a predatory grin. Travis smartly took cover behind a chair where he could watch, but was very clearly out of the way.

From there, this was pretty much like normal for one of our sparring matches, though Blue was more fired up. Probably due to a combination of having not released any of the violent energy that'd been stored up during his moping period, and the fact that I went out of my way to push his buttons. As my laugher and teasing only increased, the more forceful he got, he eventually realized that I was intentionally provoking him. I think he even realized it was for his own good, as he started playing off my silliness and antagonism. Once Travis realized that Blue knew what I was doing, he started playing cheerleader for both of us, alternating back and forth based upon who appeared to have the upper hand at any given moment.

We finally came to an impasse when he and I each had the other in a hold that the other couldn't get out of, but weren't fully submissive to as long as we held our own hold. I asked if he was feeling better yet, or if I needed to keep kicking his ass. When he insisted he'd like to see me get out of his hold, I returned that he was welcome to go first, to which he insisted that ladies should always be first. To this, Travis laughed and insisted that if we didn't either get on with it, or agree to stop, he was going to be forced to kick both our asses. Blue and I laughed so hard we both let go of the other at the same time. Travis failed to be amused when Blue offered himself up as a willing and nubile sex slave if Travis could indeed kick both our asses.

I have a few new bruises, and from the way Blue's been walking since last night, I know he got his share too. There's also a couple bits and pieces we'll need to replace on various panels in the cockpit, as well as some blood to scrub up. However, given that Blue's been in a better mood since that little tussle, I'd call it a win even if I had to do all the repair and cleanup work myself.