Commander Harrison loomed over the shorter Admiral Marcus, irritated that he interfered with his prey. Now he'd been given a warning, which meant a variety of things, so he backed down.
But he was hard, and he wanted her. The fact she said she didn't want him and had actions opposite said alot about her personality. It was a game of seduction. And he would have won, had not the Admiral stuck his nose into his business. He could have slid into her heat, pummel her into the wall and wring every moan possible from her form. The game was put on pause. He'd have another chance.. He always did. The two men walked down the hall, without surface talk.
Marla, in formal dress came almost running to them as they entered the final stages of the night.
"Commander where is Leila? I can't find her anywhere."
"She said she was heading home."
He lied. But that was the closest truth.
"Grrr. I told her to wait for me this time! She is in so much trouble. Now I have to leave here early!"
"Marla. Maybe she needs time to herself. Stay and dance with me and see how you feel. Perhaps she'll return."
He lied.
Marla thought it over, twisting a finger in her red hair.
"Its not like her to leave without telling me."
"Maybe she needs some privacy. She didn't feel well."
Marla shrugged, looking somewhat unhappy.
"She's more than a friend to me. I'm sorry but I need to excuse myself for the night. I had a wonderful time with you Commander Harrison."
The Commander kissed both of her hands and smiled.
"I hope we can again."
"Thanks. Have a good night! Don't stop dancing because of me!"
Marla was a cheerful, regal soul. And he wanted her too, but in the slow way of things. With respect for a Queen verses a mistress.

Khan stripped down of his clothing, happy to be rid of it. His hard on needed to be taken care of. Turning on the shower, he braced his left arm to rest his forehead onto, and the right hand went to work on his desire. He came shouting, and then lingered, letting the water wash over him. He needed to use a few private programs to research Marla McGivers, and her companion Leila June. Khan groaned.. He was unsure how deep their relationship went. He lathered himself with soap, scrubbing at his face and body. He was alone tonight. The towel flew across the room, landing perfectly on a chair near the desk along the wall.
He flexed his muscles, looking at the side of his body in a floor length mirror. He was approached off the streets with questions of companionship, which he generally denied. Now he had a magnetic draw to Marla, wonderful joyous Marla. A flash of young Leila June wearing that horrible dress made him smirk. He had prepared to lie to her, twist of the truth. What she wore left little to the imagination. Marla was dressed like a princess. The two seemed so different from each other, but close.
"But how close are you?"

Leila slammed her purse on the counter at her apartment. The doorbell rang, and she stomped over to it. It was Marla, still dressed for the ball. She slowly opened the door after unlocking every lock.
"Hey."
"Hey. I heard you went home and you didn't tell me what's wrong?"
Leila allowed Marla into her dark apartment, turning on a sole light at the doorway entrance.
She walked over and plopped onto the couch.
"I'm just tired of social activity."
"Leila tell me what happened."
"No. I'm just tired of men in general. They hit me up for sex but never a relationship."
Marla put her hands on her hips and moved slowly in her gown.
"Enron is safe. You could date him."
Leila smiled weakly, swallowing what happened into her gut.
"I'd rather have you."
"I'm flattered Leila but we both know I'm more into men than women."
Leila stood up and hugged Marla, then rubbed her shoulders.
"You traveled all this way in your gown. I'm ok, really."
Marla hugged her back, red hair down and flowing like thin ribbons of scarlet.
"I'm heading home if you won't talk with me."
"You could stay with me, and enjoy the company."
Marla knew that voice, knew that look and gave it some consideration.
"Its been a long night Leila. I love you, but I can't see you suffer with something you won't share with me, and sex will not make it any more better."
Leila groaned.
"But that's exactly what I wanted."
Marla half smirked and folded her arms around herself.
"Stop whining. Let's have breakfast tomorrow."
Leila smiled up at her.
"I have a meeting with my superior officer for breakfast."
"Then we'll find a day to talk, okay?"
Leila walked over and they held each other tightly.
"Get some rest. I know you don't like these type of events, and you went for me. Thankyou Leila."
She nodded into her shoulder. They parted ways after Leila called a cab and paid the fare.
"No more running off without talking with me!"
Marla yelled before hopping into the yellow hover car.
What would they do without each other?