Corso followed his tipsy wife through the orbital station, scowling at the guys who turned to look at her as she danced and giggled her way to the elevator. She turned back to look at him, grinning, sing-songing her words. She was just so darned cute like this, he thought. Her figure-hugging dress was quite short, and though she wasn't tall, she had killer legs. And, at the moment, she was the only female in the station, so she had the attention of the entire place. Her silver eyes sparkled as she looked at him, and he gently tried to hurry her to the elevator, but she kept dancing out his grasp. Finally he grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a kiss, thinking that would at least redirect her attention to him. She was always very responsive, but the champagne plus the wedding had her reaching to try and take his jacket off before he could stop her hands. He managed to get her into the elevator, and pressed her against the back wall, murmuring in her ear, "Just hang on a little longer, kitten, just a couple minutes.." She moaned against his chest, sending his brain spinning. Her voice was almost as intoxicating as her touch, and she really knew how to touch, he thought. Just then she managed to get her hand under his shirt, and her fingertips brushed his chest, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake.
He managed to get her to the ship by picking her up and letting her wrap her legs around his waist, kissing her the entire time. The sounds she was making were affecting him greatly, not to mention having his hands on her backside. He'd forgotten that the last time she'd had champagne, she'd put on music and stripped for him on the bridge. Gotta remember that, he thought, champagne for special occasions alone, not around others. He laid her on their bed but she wouldn't let go, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. He finally broke her embrace, so he could take his jacket off, and she slowly opened those silver eyes, his own wanting reflected there.
She stood to help him take his jacket and shirt off, kissing his chest and back, using her tongue to add to the sensation of her lips. He was losing control rapidly, and she knew it, pushing him a little further with each touch. She pulled her dress over her head, revealing some of the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen, a deep rose with cream colored lace. He groaned and pulled her to him, bending his head to lick her neck in the spot she liked. Her responding purr made his vision blur, and he'd just gotten her on the bed again when the holo started beeping. Neither of them heard it at first, and probably would have ignored it, except the priority message recording started.
They both stopped and looked at the holo, then back at each other. Corso sighed, pulled on pants and a shirt, and walked to the holo. He could see Miriah tying the belt of her robe, standing in the doorway. He pushed the "receive" button, and was trying to remember the politician who stood there. Oh yeah, he thought, I saw him at the wedding.
"Yeah?" he said. The figure just blinked at him for a moment, then stammered, "I uh I was looking for Miriah, must have the wrong holo.."
"MY WIFE is otherwise occupied, and how did you get this code anyway?" Corso roared at the strange looking man. "Wherever you got it, you can lose it now." He reached to disconnect the call, but the guy asked him to wait. Corso stood there, murder on his face, arms crossed over his chest.
"My son, it's my son," he said, "I'm trying to get passage to Coruscant tonight, my son is sick and the physician said…"
Corso sighed and brushed his hair out of his face as Miriah stepped forward. She assured the man he could bring his son to the airlock in 2 hours and they'd make the jump, blaming her alcohol consumption for the slight delay. She ended the call, turned to her frustrated husband, and untied her robe. "I got rid of the distracting lingerie, now where were we, love…"
When the man and his son arrived to board, and Corso settled them in the crew area, he returned to the bridge, standing behind her chair and putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Mmmm glad we decided to hurry that last time, we almost weren't decent when they got here," she purred at him, standing to face him, "just one question, you called me 'kitten' in the elevator. Where did that come from?"
He stammered, "Wasn't sure if you heard that or remembered it. I've told you before, when you stretch after sleeping, you remind me of a sleepy kitten. You even make kitten noises. Makes me want to cuddle with you."
She smiled dreamily at him, and kissed him softly, "I'll take you up on that, sugar."
"Anything you want, Captain. Anything."