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She caught herself giving a moan and swallowed to stifle that noise. Sure, she had her quirks but she was also a rather modest woman...besides, she didn't want to encourage something that may not be followed through.

How long again had it been since she slept with someone? Because right now she felt like she had been deprived of that intimate human action for quite the great length of time. That could be good or bad as her little rational scientific brain pointed out.

"Tense maybe, but I'm not fidgety." Leaning back against hsi chest her hands came up to cover his own, her fingers playing with his own both flesh and metal alike. What was she getting in to here? Though she was all to aware of herself...pulse up a bit. "And how do you propose that? You can't make this all go away and thus comes the repeating vicious circle." Were her words slightly sluggish?

Jelena turned in his hold, placing her hands on his chest, letting her fingers play a moment before she looked up to him, smiling softly as she tilted her head slightly, blond strands falling over green eyes. "I think...I'd like that." A slight nod to him. "Yes, I think I'd like that very much." How many dates had it been? Ah didn't matter anymore.

Brushing her hair from her eyes she pulled away from him, turning back to the computer next to them and took to keys for a moment, locking in codes as well as locking out the system so no one could change it. Then she took hold of James' hand, pulling him out of the labs and back to her office, stopping a moment at Erik. "I need you to look after the labs for me for the rest of the night...I'm clocking in early and you can lounge around here as you pretend to do your FS job. Be good." And she continued on with James.

Erik only chuckled as they left, the door sliding shut behind them, he propped his feet on the corner of the desk, ankles crossed as he crossed his arms behind his head, shaking his head lightly. He knew that look to her, he knew that tone. "Bravo James..." Hey, it was a guy thing.

Impressed was certainly the word to convey how Jelena was feeling. When James did something, her certainly did something right now didn't he? And he did things right without going overboard too...which was always nice for Jelena Trevale, was neither high maintenance or delicate in her ways...and he hoped to God she never was. No, she never wanted to be the 'typical blond'.

At this moment she was sipping at that wine. Oh sure, she couldn't hold her tequila but she could take almost any other form of alcohol just fine. Who knew why...setting her glass down she nodded, lacing her fingers together as she propped elbows on the table, resting her chin on the backs of her hands. "Alright, I admit I'm impressed...and you put my own cooking to shame."

She nodded lightly, brushing a hand through her hair idly. And of course a smile as he pasted on the apparentl nickname he had devised for her. Sometimes it amazed her in the way people manipulated her name. "Much and more so."

And she leaned back in her chair as well, brushing a hand through he hair again. Something was missing but she just couldn't put her finger on it. "Well at least you more or less got to learn the easy way...I spent five years in culinary classes." Idle conversation for the moment.

She looked about her room for a moment and gave a chukle. He was just oh so competent with his little knowledge of hacking and routing and the like. Hell...he had just manipulated a piece of the GODDS...that was just damn impressive. Though a timeless and nostaligia inducing song...actually on her list of the things she hummed in the shower.

"You really know how to treat a girl don't you? And to think...from first glance of you one may completely miss the romantic side that you possess. Not to mention your civilian side." Yes, she would always poke at him with that one.

Though conversation was promptly ended as he took to kissing her and she only took to returning that kiss, a hand coming to brace at the back of his neck, fingertips barely playing with his hair. Also common knowledge that she was not a shy woman either. And of course her other hand came to play across the angles of his face, not even skipping a beat when her figners brushed metal.

Her brain...was calculating...working out mathematical problems in her head. But why? Shouldn't seh be focused on the present situation? Oh but she was...James topped her own height but a good foot plus a afair amount of inches. Him with hsi head at an absurd low angle couldn't be too well and hers at an absurd upward angle wasn't either. This was the good thing about being a scientist.

Their kiss broken a moment, where she merely let her hands slide down his ams to hsi own hands, taking hold and standing from her chair, pulling him over to the bed. He was left to stand at the foot of the bed while she kicked off her shoes and stepped up on the mattress, effectively bringing them to relatively the same eye level. Well wasn't that considerate of her? Yay education.

That took off the stress on both thier necks and added in the pleasnt effect of easy roaming for hands, which hers too easily to doing as she snagged him in another assertive kiss, fingers trailing down to the edge of his shirt and then under it. Hey...of course she wanted to feel the muscle tone he worked so hard to keep. Also of course pulling his shirt up as well, working that article of clothing off.

And as every woman who was no stranger to intimate interludes, as well as the scientist in her...did some little comparing. She was still only in her late twenties...and all the people she dated were usually younger than her. Not that she went actively after younger men...additions to Fleet just came in so young these days. "Ever so much. After all...not often do I get to go sight seeing."

The view was just as good as the contact though which her mind peanut gallery-ed on. Men she usually were with were...a bit over zealous really. James though as before with dinner and the like, gave as much as he got and didn't take more than he was given...ah the maturity and experience of older men.

Lacing her arms around his neck she pulled close to him, pressing against him as one hand braced his neck again, fingers curling around his short hair slightly, her other hand smoothing over his shoulder to trace down his arm and across his stomach, taking to working on his pants.

Well this was amusing and fun wasn't it? Though of course the touch of skin on skin turned off the fun really and turned on the desire. Yes it was true...blonds did have more fun...she could prove it, after all look at her current state of fun. Her thumb hooked under the edge of slacks and underwear alike, pushing the articles of clothing off her hips, letting then fall as they may as kicking them off the bed.

Hm, room was getting messier. Not that she cared as she just brought them close again, deepening thier kiss some. Her hands meanwhile took to each other behind him, pulling off her PAID wristlet, as well as the wrist mounted OODDS control, letting both drop to the floor as she took to walking back on the mattress, which of course focrced James forward. "Top or bottom?"