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[velocitygirl]

Inyri's back from her jaunt around the stars.

Want to know how Shalla will know this? 'Cause the door is opening and Inyri's stubbed her toe on the doorstep and now she's cursing, long, dark hair in her face.

This wasn't how she wanted to go 'oh hay Shalla.'

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[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla's facing the other way, fiddling with her datapad.

"Well, that's one way to be welcomed back."

[velocitygirl]

"Shavit shavit kriff." Inyri hops into the room and shuts the door. She catches her breath for a moment before coming to stand in front of Shalla. "You're looking at a pilot for Rogue Squadron, once again."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"You're repeating yourself," she mumbles, pressing a few more buttons.

"And I'm not technically looking." She glances up, grinning. "Now I am."

[velocitygirl]

"Good." Inyri says, grinning. She hesitates for a moment before sloppily kissing Shalla and flopping down on the bed. "Finally. I've done something right, huh?"

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla rolls over, giving Inyri room.

"Well, it's hardly the first thing. But congratulations."

[velocitygirl]

"Thanks." She murmurs, throwing her arm over her eyes for a moment before reaching over and tickling her slightly.

Someone is in a goooood mood.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

She squirms away, shooting Inyri a look.

"I will win if you start."

[velocitygirl]

"So sure of that?" Inyri murmurs back, sitting up and tickling her again. Buahaha.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla sighs, easily flipping Inyri onto her back and straddling her.

Once there, she just raises an eyebrow.

[velocitygirl]

Her hands snake up Shalla's sides and dig in, not ready to give up just yet.

Persistant little thing.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

See, Shalla's really good at controlling herself, when needed.

So far, she doesn't even need to bite her lip to stop from laughing!

[velocitygirl]

She continues, tickling up Shalla's sides, finding the little spots she knows will make Shalla squirm. She's going to get a reaction out of her, dammit.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

So maybe she's worrying at her bottom lip a little.

But it's hardly squirming.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri's watching her intently, and maybe...just maybe her tickles turn more sensual.

Maybe.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Sex cannot be used as a weapon again Shalla Nelprin.





Often.

But it can't be today!

[velocitygirl]

Hmph.

Inyri rolls her hips and Shalla goes tumbling off of her (and on to the matress, save and sound). Inyri sits up and sweeps her hair over her shoulder, playing with it. She hums for a moment, then: "So. Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla shrugs.

"Nope."

Well, there were the hookers and the drunk people that ended up in her room one random night, but that never happened, so why tell?

[velocitygirl]

She wants to tell Shalla about the conversation she had with Atton, but doesn't want to bring Wes up.

So she turns to look at Shalla. And she keeps looking at her. Till Shalla looks back.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

But the ceiling is so interesting.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri scoots a little closer. Still looking at her.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla whistles a jaunty tune! Still looking at the ceiling.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri gives up. She flops back, rubbing her eyes for a moment, then brings up what she didn't want to. "Atton says Wes is being a dick to him too. So it's not just us."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Do you know, it's actually possible to have a conversation that doesn't involve Wes Janson?" she says sarcastically, good mood fading.

[velocitygirl]

"Really?" Inyri asks, rolling over and hanging upside down from the bed to dig under the box springs and pull out her stash of cigarettes and lighters. She drops them on the floor and sits back up.

"I did it again." She says with a fake smile. "I'm so good at kriffing things up, aren't I."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Hurtful things to say pop into her mind, things like, 'Maybe I should sleep with him, see why you can't get him out of your head,' or 'Let's light up a few of those things and see how long it takes for them to kill us. You seem pretty intent on doing it yourself.'

But she doesn't, because she isn't Janson, and she's not going to let her anger hurt others.

"Nothing's kriffed up.'