Pretty Girls Make Graves (post-Cafeteria)

[Maggie Lefebvre]

When you see her, say a prayer/and kiss your heart goodbye

She's trouble, in a word/get closer to the fire

1328
Meropis City
BOQ (Officer's Barracks)
Several minutes later found Maggie and Ryan alone, a long hallway before them. She was smiling; this was going WELL. Maggie was many things, some good and some bad, but she was always happy when she was about to "close the deal", as the American's would say. Of course, American's were prudish about most things, sex included, and Maggie's motto was "epate les Americans/le matron", depending on the situation. Shock the Americans/ or the Matrons, whichever suited her at the moment. Shock and awe. In a few minutes, Maggie fully planned on experincing BOTH...hopefully in a good way. It still amazed her how easily men succumbed to her...she feared she'd lose it someday, but overall she was glad she still had it.

So this is me... Come on! She said, absently playing with her hair as she did. She smiled and pulled him along, a little more forceful than she'd been at the cafeteria. But they were alone, they were adults, and they were having a connection. It felt right; it felt RECKLESS, and Maggie liked reckless. She also liked Ryan, and she didn't have anything else to do. Besides, she had needs and wants, and why give that up just because she was a few bajillion light years from home?! NO reason. The Stargate program was full of available, lovely, DIFFERENT men and hadn't she JOINED the Navy to see the world? Who cares if her world was full of fluffy things? Not everyone could be a genius.

In her head, she quickly reviewed the state of her chambers. Of course, she was neat, but she had a penchant for scattering cosmetics on every available surface, and there was the occassional bra or shoe that found it's way under the rack instead of in it's home, but she had done her washing up the night before, and four pristinely-pressed uniforms-one Officer's dress, one field dress, one SG issue, and one cracker jacks-hung in the closet, and all the rest of her civillian clothing was folded neatly in the stupid, ugly metal footlocker and bureau that they provided her. The only thing that was "out" was her day kit...which was fine. Nothing embarassing in there, just her personal care items. Even her bed had been freshly made; some people might think that Maggie had planned it, but she was actually just lucky. She stopped at the door, and smiled again, looking up at Ryan from beneath her eyelashes.

Welcom to Chez Maggie... She hoped that she wasn't being TOO forward, but so far, Ryan seemed so game for this...

Words: 235, minus coding , TAGGED: Ryan Decker , NOTES: lyrics by Madonna!, Outfit: TBD. Template by Cass!

[Ryan Decker]

Shortly after leaving the caferteria.
Military Quarters
Meropis.

Leaving the cafeteria certainly had been freeing and when no one else was around a good look at the goods. (mind you through her clothes were still impressive.) He had a feeling he was a little out of his depth with women again, this particular one was probably a little further than most, or was he working himself up out of a little nervousness, he hadn't gotten much of a read of how it would go down. Though he was certain she was the kind of one to stick it to the proverbial man, though in a way that was more akin of a female bonobo, not that he would complain, he just hoped she didn't think he was like an American to sex, Australia was far more european in that regard.

"So this is me... Come on!" Maggie said as Ryan Looked back up at her eyes, she was fiddling with her hair, nervousness or a signal, but being a man it was hard to tell the difference. As she pulled him along it was a lot more raw feeling the vibes he was getting were a magnitude or two more primal than before.

Though as they approached what would be revealed as her quarters it seemed she was thinking sometihng, probably hoping to avoid having something out that was embarrasing or too telling, this might turn into a little bit of a struggle, the good kind that is.

Soon she opened the door with a sultry look from beneath her eye lashes, this might not end as well for him as it might for her, good thing he had the rest of the afternoon off recover from what he was becoming more sure was going to take far more out of him than he had originalled planned for him trip to the city.

"Welcome to Chez Maggie..." He looked around with a half suppresed sly grin, it was pretty neat, but so was his appart from a desk covered in a pile of forms and reports he had to sort through and his computer was a mess, but that came with the job/s he had.

"If I wasn't Military I might think you were planning on snaring a man today." He Said as they walked in Ryan wearing a playful expression. 

Walking in he swipped his hand accross the door control panel and it closed with the usual quiet though not silent noises. He held onto her arm and pulled her a little closer, far to close for anything but a kiss and a good feel, though he didn't touch her save for a hand on her arm. He kept himself so close yet just apart for a few moments, he sensed something instinctually. He stepped back letting her arm go, it was time to see what move she would make.

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[Maggie Lefebvre]

1330
Maggie's Quarters

In a moment, they were closed up in her room. She couldn't have planned it better; well, actually, she COULD have, but that would've meant being just a little more predatory than she was comfortable with, and while Maggie was very sensual, she was also practical. She knew she had a job to do, and while she cared little for the rules or about social norms, she DID like her job, and wished to get her Wings back soon, so she was willing to do some actual work to make that possible.

Ryan had shut the door, and then pulled her close. She smiled, and then realized that they should probably discuss this for a moment; besides the practical matters, she needed to make sure that they were BOTH very clear on expectations. Hers were simply matters of the heart and the flesh; she wasn't looking for something serious, at least, not at the moment, and she needed to make that clear.

She was close enough for his kiss, but he didn't immediately make a move. So she did, and, giving him a winning smile and a cute look, she whispered in his ear. Luckily, her height made this manuever rather easy, so she managed to look at least somewhat enticing while doing so.

Ryan...if you're at all uncomfortable...we should talk first. Normally, this would annoy her, but the situation here was delicate; she technically DID work with the man, and even if what she was hoping for DIDN'T happen, she wanted them to be OK with it so it didn't get weird. It might get weird anyway, but at least she could have a clear concious. Besides, there were some practical matters to discuss; safety and all that, as well as what to say if someone, say, spotted Ryan leaving her room. She was on the Pill, but it was always nice to let someone KNOW that, and obviously, Ryan was a big boy and could probably talk for himself. Finally, she wanted to make sure he wasn't feeling pressure-she could be a little...OBVIOUS at times, but she really did MEAN well. She just didn't see the big deal in sex, and she could seperate the act of sex from love and romance.

Tag:Ryan Decker.

(SO. Ryan is still free to do as he wishes, obvs. Maggie, at this point, is just like, let's do this, but she understands that it could be awkward.)

[Ryan Decker]

1331
Maggies Quarters.

He had moved up to her to see if this was going to be something without any sort of discussion, it seemed it was going to be a different way, a way with a little more control and restraint, he jsut hoped she wasn't going to take him as the kind of guy who was either only interested in the physical or a serious relationship, one could do both, it was often hard and he had failed before, and succedded but he felt this was a far more physical thing than anything else.

Maggie smiled and looked cutely up at him,  So she leaned up, it was kind of a little more enticing that most would consider appropriate between two people who ever so slightly worked together. It could turn into one of them rescuing the other and he was old enough and smart enough to know, something would happen in his stupid male brain, but he had been rather adept at rationalising most of them away in the past.

"Ryan...if you're at all uncomfortable...we should talk first.
" Decker looked down at her, she probably wanted to make her intentions and expectation clear. "I'm not uncomfortable, but if you want. We can still talk first." He just hoped she didn't take it that he was telling her she was uncomfortable, that part of his brain had as in most of his lifes previous similar situations, been the one that was far better suited at the tasks at hand. not that he could always rely on that part of his brain too well.

He was going to let her decide, he hoped that came off more considerate than submissive or un guided, afterall she had brought up talking, but with her looking up at him like that he couldn't resist atleast touching the beautiful woman. So his hand slide down her side, his arm angling around her midsection a little resting his hand in the lower middle of her back, even through the flight suit, the fitness of her body was clear, he smiled back at her.

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(Ryan is letting maggie talk first since she brought it up.)

[Maggie Lefebvre]

1331
Maggie's Quarters

Maggie just smiled. She didn't have a LOT to say. She was close to him; close enough to kiss him. She looked up at him, and spoke, her voice light.

Just two quick things. I may hate the rules but I am also not reckless. I am on the pill and my last checkup was clean. Also, this doesn't leave here, ok? Now that the practical things were handled, she preferred to get on with the IMpractical. She moved her body so that was brushing against Ryan, not pressed against it so much as the hint of what might be. She slid her shoes off quietly, and moved them under the bed, a little more comfortable, and then pulled Ryan away from the door.

Stay a spell...unless you have a hot date, then by all means... She grinned a little, and then returned to her flirting. She hoped she wasn't being too forward as she leaned in and kissed him fully.

Tag:@ryan.

[Ryan Decker]

1332
Maggie's Quarters
Meropis

Maggie spoke and smiled at him she then began her little explanation. "Just two quick things. I may hate the rules but I am also not reckless. I am on the pill and my last checkup was clean. Also, this doesn't leave here, ok?" He smiled back at her. "Well thats good to hear, I was clean as of 6 months ago, but who knows what the americans put in their food? but the other thing... I have no idea what you are talking about." He winked playfully at her.

Maggie then pulled the pair of them further away from the door. he looked down, bye bye shoes. he thought as he looked at his own khaki boots, you aren't going to be on much longer hopefully."Stay a spell...unless you have a hot date, then by all means...
" Hmmm how to make a little joke out of it. "I'm afraid I do, I'll just have to..." She cut him off with a kiss. He just stood there returning the kiss. but his hand betrayed his intentions it was gripping the back of her flight suit. "I'll... just have to unwrap that hot date..." He finished after the kiss parted slightly. he then leant down and began to kiss Maggie, his other hand move up between them and tugged at zipper of her flight suit.

This day had turned into something unexpected, but far better and it was probably going to end worse for him than her. He then stopped the zipper about halfway down. He back up until the backs of hit legs hit the bed, he sat down and then quickly pulled his boots off. He smiled mischeviously up at maggie. Ryan's mind was as always a bit of a mess, but the look he was giving her was one of. 'who is going to make the next move?'

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[Maggie Lefebvre]

1332
Maggie's Quarters
Meropis

FINALLY. It was happening, and it was nice.

Ryan replied lightly to her commentary.

Well thats good to hear, I was clean as of 6 months ago, but who knows what the americans put in their food? but the other thing... I have no idea what you are talking about. She just nodded as she broke the kiss; she could feel Ryan moving towards the bed. She just murmered a reply.

mmhm... She was distracted, helping to work the buttons on his flight suit. Who made these things, anyway?? After she'd shed her slip-on sneakers, the rest of her clothing was easy off; again, she'd not planned this, but it was sure handy. Ryan continued.

'm afraid I do, I'll just have to...I'll... just have to unwrap that hot date... She chuckled as he kissed her again, and then proceeded to work the zip of HER flight suit. He was suddenly seated, and she moved forward, tugging lightly at his undershirt. She quickly finished shedding her jumpsuit, and then stood in front of him. She wasn't in any way self concious, but she WAS a little cold, and so, she finished undressing Ryan, and settled on the bed next to him, moving close.

Tag:@ryan.

[Ryan Decker]

1333
Maggie's Quarteres
Meropis

She was certainly a great and practiced kiss, and the gentle nod and murmer as he guided them towards the bed was about all the permission he needed. Though she was rather quick at removing his clothes, it was a lot more difficult to remove hers, after all he wanted to tease the poor woman a little, he knew it was going to come the other way for sure and already had, but sometimes, payback was sometihng best served slow and purposely slowly. 

She chcukled befor ehe had began to just barely tug the zipper of her flight suit down, once that was off she was tugging at his grey t-shirt. more of her was exposed to the air so when she began to quickly remove his clothes he removed the cold, grey metal dog tags and chucked them onto the floor vaugely near the rest of his clothes. She was now more dressed than he and it was unfair, as she stettled next to him he quickly removed the rest of her clothes before pushiung them both over onto their sides,He wrapped an arm around her and gently move her chin up with the other hand and began to kiss down her neck slowly, he was going to see if she would take control, he would be let to take control or if they would both struggle, it was going to be a fun afternoon he thought to himself.

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[Maggie Lefebvre]

1333
Maggie's Quarteres
Meropis

He was teasing her, or intended to, undressing her slowly, and sensually. Her brain registered this as purposeful, and she DID slow down a little. He was clearly a sure thing, so she could relax and get into it. It just...it had been awhile, and while she didn't fear being rusty, she did worry a bit about her ability to not implode if this hadn't happened when it did. Sex was more or less of an outlet for Maggie; drugs were too expensive and alcoholism ran in her family, but sex was generally safe. Plus, she enjoyed it, and was good at it.

She had him undressed fast, however. Women DID wear more clothes, though, especially underwear, and Maggie was always dressed for the occassion she found herself in now. Just because she was a bad-ass pilot was no excuse to NOT be in lacy, barely-supportive underpinnings. Luckily, she wasn't TOO big chested, as that would require her to wear support items, which tended to be far more dowdy than Maggie would ever be, and she wasn't so small as to look like a teenager. It was more or less perfect, at least to her mind.

Ryan's clothes littered her floor, and she smiled to herself. There wasn't much sexier, to her, than a man's clothes about your place; at the very least, it meant he was naked somewhere closeby. Back home, Maggie had a flat in Paris, but spent a lot of time in New York and DC, prefering American Federal officers to French sailors, the latter of which tended to fit the stereotype of "hairy, burly man." Not that she would pass up a go with someone, but she just had a type. Granted, Ryan broke THAT mold, but at least he was clean and didn't smell of Gauloise cigars and stale Bordeaux. SHE smelled of Coco Madmoiselle, and faintly of her fruity shampoo, or at least she was SUPPOSED to. Her own flight suit, now wrinkled, was also on the floor, and she realized it was a little chillier than she'd expected.

So she was happy when he lay them down, and moved to kiss her again. He was warm, and she cuddled into him. His mouth was then on her neck, and she shut her eyes as she moved her hands slowly over his stomach. She opened them again, and then shifted herself so she'd be below him.

(Ok, now, y'all can just move along, nothing else to see here. Shoo...Tom!-imma leave it here, will have one more for an "ending" (not THAT kind...I'm going to shut up now. Will IM you later on.)

Tag:@ryan

[Ryan Decker]

1334
Maggie's Quarters
Meropis

As he removed her shirt it was surprising what she was wearing, things you wouldn't expect lacy. He slowly began to remove the rest of everything from her, it took a little time as he was being deliberately not way to fast, he was both trying to pace himself and not seem wanting. But his hands slowly caressed her body as he lowed them down, onto the bed.

He felt she was certainly used to something a little different than he but that's what you get when you pick a closet geek pilot/weapons officer. Not that many different and parts of him were both excited and a little intimidated by her still.

as he gently kissed her neck she cuddled into him, she was close to him and it was still somewhat strange for him, but settling into the flow of things, he moved her hands over him before she moved under him, he then kissed her passionately.

FADE TO BLACK.

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Later
Maggie's Quarters
Meropis

Decker lay under covered of Maggie's bed an arm draped over her. His hand was fiddling with her yellow-gold hair, it was surprising what you missed while you were otherwise occupied. He was however considering not really, bothering with returning to the ship, and there wasn't much more to do in the city, he had come down to meet people, perhaps not like what had just occurred but sometimes, certain types of unexpected surprises made some memories. He leant near her ear. "Do you... want me to leave? or can I stay a while, 15 year old me is still bouncing off the walls." he whispered with a small laugh at the end. Maggie wasn't the type of girl he was used to, those tended to be more intellectual or far more average than pilots, he'd avoid pilots for a myriad of reasons, some of the regulations other, just personal preference and personalities.

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[Maggie Lefebvre]

Later in the afternoon
Maggie's Quarters
Meropis

The French had a word for the cresendo of lust that followed love making-Le Petite Mort. A little death. Well, with as many of them as Maggie had experienced in her life, she should, by her calculations, be VERY dead. But the events of the afternoon led her to believe that she was VERY much alive. Alternatively, if she WERE dead, it was lovely afterlife, and what a hell of a way to go...one that Maggie would prefer, actually.

Next to her, Ryan lay quietly, playing with her hair-blonde, like his, only hers had highlights and lowlights-natural, no less-a gift from the Gods. Maggie wasn't the brightest woman on the planet and neither was she the dumbest, but God was a fair God, and had made up for her not-super-high intellect with pretty looks and a Type-A personality. She, herself, made lazy circles and curlicues on Ryan's arm. She was thinking, too...she usually did...it was odd that some of her best thinking came after a roll in the hay.

He whispered to her.

Do you... want me to leave? or can I stay a while, 15 year old me is still bouncing off the walls. She laughed aloud. No one had ever said it quite like that before. She thought for a moment.

Well, normally, I'd feed you, or at least offer, but we DID just do that, and this is Meropis, and not Paris, so the gastronomical fare is considerably lacking. I also quit smoking when I was twenty-two, so a Gauloise is off the table. Stay, if you like...we can chat. We can get to know each other.... Like they probably SHOULD have first, but then Maggie was never one to do anything how she was SUPPOSED to. Even her own mother had bet that Maggie would do her life backwards-a kid first, then marriage, and then maybe love. She went on. I don't have duty until late; midnight fire watch, which I think is Eastlyn thinking she's funny. Maggie actually didn't mind much; it was quiet, no one paid her much attention, and she could wander around base half-dressed and man-hunt. She didn't say this much to Ryan, though. Let him think whatever. She also didn't make a move to get out of bed, the warm, lusty cocoon was nice, and frankly, it'd been even before the first mission since she'd had a guy next to her for any length of time, and that guy hadn't been the one she liked most these days, but some random American sailor with a hot body but not much else to show.

How about a game? A secret for a secret. I'll start. Once, when I was a kid, I stole a candy bar from this corner market near my dad's house. I had just wanted him to pay attention to me, so imagine my disappointment when no one caught me. She shook her head lightly. Actually, that explained a lot.

Tag:@joshbenett. So I guess a couple more posts after all? I told you, pensive...She won't keep him TOO long, though, she'll want to go gloat...even if only to her journal

[Ryan Decker]

Later in the Afternoon +1
Maggie's Quarters
Meropis

As both the mind and the remainder of Ryan's body calmed he continued fiddling with her hair, he hadn't been given most of what he currently was, perhaps besides the smarts which he'd often hidden, being too smart for your own good generally wasn't something that went well in the ADF it had gotten him thrown and then locked in a bin. He was at heart a very different personality to atleast what Maggie showed everyone else.

Though her laugh after he exlained himself was a little different. "Well, normally, I'd feed you, or at least offer, but we DID just do that, and this is Meropis, and not Paris, so the gastronomical fare is considerably lacking. I also quit smoking when I was twenty-two, so a Gauloise is off the table. Stay, if you like...we can chat. We can get to know each other...." Ryan ran a hand down her side. "I was under the impression we were trying to avoid that, but I'll... bite." He chuckled to himself, they knew a little bit about each other, but she meant on a less... physical level.

He had surprised many people by joining the Air force, and not having a stable relationship by close to thirty wasn't usual though not weirdly uncommon, espically in the kind of people that were here it seemed, not that he minded, it was difficult to maintain a relationship where you can't say literally anything about what you actually do, well to most people anyway. He kept playing with her hair, he could still feel the effects of their session, his hands had a tendancy to shake after. 

"I don't have duty until late; midnight fire watch, which I think is Eastlyn thinking she's funny." He knew of an Eastlyn, the Commander of Meropis Team one, and an Aussie although it was seeminly at a distance. "I don't need to be on the ship untill just before Dinner, evening/night watch I swapped for mid day watch, gave us this chance." He was thinking of something to say about the getting to know your part but, she beat him to it.

"How about a game?" He stopped his hand on her side."Sure." He said softly. "A secret for a secret. I'll start. Once, when I was a kid, I stole a candy bar from this corner market near my dad's house. I had just wanted him to pay attention to me, so imagine my disappointment when no one caught me." He was at a loss, he hadn't done particularly that much mentionable in that sort of way with himself, he'd avoided it, mostly.

"A secret..." He paused making sure he still had the story in his head right. "I once knocked out a fellow officer cadet, but he was an army one, got away with it too, afterall he couldn't admit he and a couple of his mates tossed me into it and played bin a raffie."  He laughed a little, then realised she would have no idea what bin a raffie was. "Basically, they lock airforce personel in a bin and place bets on how long it will take us to get out..." 

"If you wanted something different, I passed out after my first..." He hinted at what had just occured between them, hopefully she would catch on, it had been two secrets... but, being generous couldn't hurt him could it?

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(Ehh feel free to wrap up if you want whenever.) 

[Maggie Lefebvre]

Later in the Afternoon
Maggie's Quarters
Meropis

Maggie wasn't really great at "relaxing." Not that she was always tense, she was just always alert. She was aware of the next big thing, wether or not it was safe or healthy for her. Kind of like her new obsession with this blonde Australian pilot. Luckily for both of them, her obsessions never lasted long; she'd move on in a week or so when the novelty wore off.

She made her suggestion, and said her piece and then Ryan replied.

I was under the impression we were trying to avoid that, but I'll... bite. Mmmm, biting. That sounded like fun, but then they were past that part of the afternoon.I don't need to be on the ship untill just before Dinner, evening/night watch I swapped for mid day watch, gave us this chance. She grinned. Lucky for them.

Well, good for that, then. She let him go on.

A secret...I once knocked out a fellow officer cadet, but he was an army one, got away with it too, afterall he couldn't admit he and a couple of his mates tossed me into it and played bin a raffie.Basically, they lock airforce personel in a bin and place bets on how long it will take us to get out... Maggie couldn't help but laugh.

I am sorry, Ryan, but that's just funny. I am glad you got away, though. That's a little mean. In the French Navy, we like to run your underwear up a flagpole... That had never happend TO Maggie, but she'd been a part of a group that had done it to others. He spilled more. If you wanted something different, I passed out after my first... She raised an eyebrow. Her first time had been FAR less exciting, and she hadn't passed out. She nodded.

Happens when you're young. Sadly, most of my misdeeds are public knowledge; I live in the States as a teenager with my dad and America is good for getting into trouble, particularly if you're...well, ME. Maggie had learned early that life was kind to the gorgeous. She hadn't NEEDED to be particularly scholarly, nor ambitious, to be popular and well-liked. Ok, one more... She sighed. What would be something not TOO deep? The only thing that came to her was something she wasn't sure she SHOULD say, but that had never been a concern before, so she just said it.

So...another go and we can part ways? Or you can go now, and I'll see you later. Really, she didn't mind, but she and Ryan weren't dating nor were they exactly friends, so she wasn't about to take it personally if he just up and went. Besides, he SHOULD clean up a bit before he got to work. She wasn't going to, but then she was her, so there was that.

Tag: Ryan Decker.

[Ryan Decker]

Later in the Afternoon
Maggies Quarters
Meropis

His little tease about biting seemed to temporarily distract her, perhaps he should have included some more biting. Her laughing about the time he had been stuffed in a dumpster seemed to have gone down well enough. He laughed with her. "I am sorry, Ryan, but that's just funny. I am glad you got away, though. That's a little mean. In the French Navy, we like to run your underwear up a flagpole...
" He smiled slightly, he hadn't been put up a flag pole but had been a particularly troubled victim of schoolyard bullying, but then again that is what had caused him to get himself a goal, and become a pilot, then all the rest of it to here.

Maggie seemed to pause breifly as he told her his second secret he shared, well it was embarrasing for him, but one doesn't get through life without being someones fool at some point right? "Happens when you're young. Sadly, most of my misdeeds are public knowledge; I live in the States as a teenager with my dad and America is good for getting into trouble, particularly if you're...well, ME.
" He just 'mmmmm' at her for a moment. "doesn't help I was 17, recently lost 15 kilos, and she was my end of the earth crush at the time. And as for America, is a bad place to be tempted to break a few rules, you have that right." He kept idlying playing with her hair, and he then resumed his hands slow movents on her oh-so-nice side. 

"Ok, one more..." she said with a sigh his hands stopped moving. Was she hinting at him to leave? "So...another go and we can part ways? Or you can go now, and I'll see you later.
" No was the answer and the out of my league feeling returned, but a gentlemen couldn't just refuse a lady could he. "I'm not sure..." He said as he moved before biting her ear. "Couple more minutes rest and I might not die in the attempt. but I'll have to decline... can't look too suspicious, and emails and reports don't do themselves." besides, he needed to distance himself in more ways than one right now from her.

He then got up and began to re-dress himself, begining with his ID tags, then bottoms then his shirt. He knew this wasn't a real thing but fun was fun right. "If you ever require some 'fun' again, I'm sure you can contact me. if not, ask one of the Aussie guys who they email all their complaining to, then you'll get me." Well that done he gave her a smile. "Have good arv---" Damn culture. "Afternoon." putting his radio back in place he opened the door with a swipe before leaving, finally noticing the sound of a dog barking. 'not much I can do to report that without getting into trouble... guess its like the army bloke again.' he though tohimself as he swiped his hand over the outside 'switch' to close the door, explaining this away to the crew, would be impossible, considering the Major was privy to a lot more than Ryan would have liked, not that whom the Flight Lieutenant decided to have have sex with was any of his damn business.

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(Ryan wouldn't mind another go, but to much too fast probably not a good thing for him right now.)

[Maggie Lefebvre]

Later in the Afternoon
Maggies Quarters
Meropis

They chatted lightly for a few more minutes, sharing light ancedotes, nothing that the other would find particularly embarassing in the future, for that maybe-awkward time that they'd have to work together and talk about things that weren't about they wanted the other to do to them. She sighed lightly, wishing that the evening wouldn't come, but on the other, wanting Ryan to go so she could think. For once.

doesn't help I was 17, recently lost 15 kilos, and she was my end of the earth crush at the time. And as for America, is a bad place to be tempted to break a few rules, you have that right. Maggie smiled at the mental picture. She could see him as a chubby teenager; never having fully lost his baby fat. She'd bet money he was totally adorable, but sadly, he was right, and she'd probably not have given him the time of day. Maggie had been even pickier as a teen; she dated strictly jocks, particularly football players. Because they were big, and usually the best looking guys around. Had she been smarter, though, she realized now, she should've dated the nerds-her plan for her life had been to use her looks to catapult her to a life of two forks next to her bone china plate...but it hadn't exactly gone that way. Stupid curveballs.

I'll bet it didn't...America is sure interesting. At that time, I lived in downtown Philadelphia-my father owned a stockbrokerage, and also ran a hedge fund. It was the best idea-at the time...I moved there at 15, and since he was basically absent all the time, I did whatever I damn well pleased...I thought my stepfather was too strict. Maybe, in reality, my real father was too leinient. She sighed again, this time a little wistful. She hadn't exactly meant to be that deep with Ryan, but she supposed that her secrets were safe. And it would probably tell him what he needed to know about why she sought out the most ineligible men..she needed to fill the spaces in her head, and she didn't know any better ways. In short, she was a full-on Monet; from far away, she was gorgeous, but up close, she was a big mess. Ryan moved on to the more pressing topic-getting on with life.

I'm not sure...Couple more minutes rest and I might not die in the attempt. but I'll have to decline... can't look too suspicious, and emails and reports don't do themselves. She nodded. Actually, he DID have a point; dragging this out was both not her style, and likely to get them both in more trouble than she was already in. Not that she had actually DONE anything per se, at least recently, but she wasn't entirely off the hook for screwing up with the captors in Iraq. It wasn't TOTALLY her fault, though...that Dr. Jackson person was a total nerd and was messing it up. He SHOULD have gone in there, balls to the walls, and DEMANDED answers. Sure, things might've gone boom, but it would've gone a hell of a lot faster and been more fun.

You're probably right, and I should probably find something productive to do. Maybe a PT. The idiot surgeon at medical has me on this every-other-day workout routine...I've been prone to injury lately, though I don't know why exactly. She actually did, but she was still pissed at Dr. West; not that it was his fault, but she needed someone to blame, and it was a hell of a lot better than looking at herself.

She watched for a moment as Ryan redressed; and began to re-dress herself. He spoke to her.

If you ever require some 'fun' again, I'm sure you can contact me. if not, ask one of the Aussie guys who they email all their pregnant doging to, then you'll get me. She looked at him, blankly. What the hell did that even mean?! She nodded, though, and smiled.

Well, thanks, then. She buttoned the top of her flight suit halfway. She wondered how she LOOKED; she'd most certainly need to repair her makeup and comb her hair. But for the moment, she wouldn't give in to vanity. Have good arv---Afternoon She just nodded as he swiped open the door.

Bye. Have a good day... It was always awkward; "thanks" sounded stupid, and anything else sounded trite. Oh, well. As she watched his retreating figure, she ignored what she suspected was Fiona's dog-how that little redhead got away with THAT was beyond Maggie, but Maggie wasn't about to rat her out. Maggie's own moral compass didn't exactly point due North, after all.

She settled in at her desk; not to work, but to journal.

Tag:Ryan Decker, only for a read. I think this one is DONE!

(Note: I assume that "pregnant doging" is b*tching?! And yeah. Maggie's now pretty calm, I think Chicago "Roo" Eastlyn can kill her now )