"On Fire" - Part 1

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"On Fire" - Part 1

An Agincourt Mirror Universe Log

 

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Captain Rodney Londes sat on the pleasant, sunny, main beach at a resort on Echelon VII. It was nice to take a break from the stress and worry that his job with the Empire caused him. Especially now, with this new plan to eradicate the rebels...

 

Something stirred in the waters before the Imperial Captain. A young woman surfaced fro the waters depths. She stretched up, ringing the water out of her long, red hair. The woman started to walk out towards the beach. She wore a dark blue bikini, which seemed to accentuate the curves of her smooth body. At first she didn't realize she was not alone, till she spotted the good Captain in his beach chair. Smirking, she casually began to walk over. "Enjoying the view?"

 

Rodney looked up at the water beauty, wondering for a while if he was dreaming. "Quite. The horizon looks clear....and, curvy."

 

She smiled at him. "I'm Ginger, a local I suppose." The water had already started to dry, as she moved closer to him. "And you are?"

 

Rodney sat up on his blanket, offering his hand. "Rodney." Once they had shaken hands, he pulled her's closer to his mouth, and kissed it. "Won't you care to join me?"

 

"Such a gentleman. You must be an officer. They're the only ones I see around here with such manners." Ginger picked a spot on the blanket and seductively sprawled out upon it. She looked him over briefly. "So how long have you been here?"

 

He shifted his position to get a better view of her. "I just arrived a few hours ago. The Empire finally allowed me some downtime." He grabbed a bottle of lotion from next to a book he'd been intending to read. "Would you like some? There's no sense in burning such beautiful skin."

 

"Only if you let me return the favor." She rolls over onto her stomach. "It just so happens, I forgot mine at home."

 

He grinned, and put a generous dollop of the gel on his hands, and began rubbing her legs. "So, what is it you do, Ginger?"

 

Ginger hesitated for a moment, partly from the touch of the cool gel. "I work here, I guess you can say." She emphasized the word work.

 

He gently, but firmly massaged his way up to her back, 'accidentaly' offsetting the bikini bottom. "You don't say..."

 

She rested her head on her arms. "A girl has to earn her latinum." Ginger closed her eyes, almost losing herself in the massage, but she quickly opened them again as she tried to focus. "So what do you do? I already know you are an officer, but do you do anything specific?"

 

Rodney was deeply engrossed in her beauty. "I work in Research and Developement...long days, most of the time no results."

 

"You poor thing. It must be tough," she smiled, closing her eyes again. "But you must have got something to work, or else you wouldn't be here right now."

 

He rubbed her shoulder tenderly. "Oh yes, the Admiral was very pleased. He's pleased with anything that gives us an advantage over those rebel scum."

 

Ginger stuck her tongue out, making a fake gagging sound. "Yuck. I hate the rebels. They don't know how to have any fun like the Imperials, and they are bad for business. I hope you wipe them all out."

 

He chuckled. "We sure will, now that I've figured it out. The Admiral was so pleased with just the inital test data I sent him, he didn't even cut short his vacation to come see it. So what was I supposed to do for 4 whole days? Schmuck around the lab?"

 

Moaning a little from the massage, the woman smiled. "And here you are. It must be your lucky day. You finish your project, make an admiral happy. You come to a beautiful beach, and you meet me."

 

He smiled. "Life can't get much better than that, now could it?" He reached over her and retrieved two glasses and a flask of ale. "I just so happen to have a 2nd glass, would you like some?"

 

Ginger sat up, quite content from the massage. "I would love some."

 

Rodney poured out the ale, and handed a glass to Ginger. "To what shall we toast to?"

 

She raised the glass to him. "To life and the fall of the rebels."

 

He clinked her glass. "As it should be." Taking a big swig of the ale, he layed down on his stomach. "I believe you wanted to repay the favor?"

 

Ginger ran her hand playfully from his shoulders down. "I sure did." She set her glass down next to the flask. Taking a small portion of the lotion in her hands, the seductress began the massage.

 

Rodney felt as if his muscles were melting under her amazing fingers. "Ooohh, that does feel good, are you sure your not the resort's massuse?"

 

"I'm too good for them. They didn't appreciate my other...talents." She stratled his back, her toes playing down his legs. Leaning up, she whispered in his ear. "Close your eyes and relax." Her fingers started at the base of his neck, spreading out to his shoulders.

 

He breathed out, and relaxed everything. "You won't get any problems from me..."

 

"Good..." Ginger gave a playful lick to his ear as she pulled back. He was lost in her. Now was the moment. Reaching into her bikini top, she removed a small capsule. She broke the capsule over Rodney's drink, and desposed of the evidence. The woman then took more lotion and poured it onto his back. "It's good that you brought drinks with you. It's a hot day today." Ginger then resumed the massage. "You're so smart."

 

He grinned into the blanket. "I guess that's what they pay me for..."

 

After the massage was completed, Ginger slid off of Rodney, grabbing her cool drink. She playfully ran it over her forehead, eventually running it down the middle of her chest. Grinning seductively she then took a sip. "You should drink up while your it's still cold."

 

He rolled over and sat up, drinking from his glass. "Yeah, it sure is hot here....but not as scorching as you are." He winked and leaned over to kiss her.

 

She didn't resist. Sliding into his lap, she dropped her glass into the sand. She clasped one of his hands, guiding it down her smooth body. The other hand found his back.

 

He let her control his hand, moving it up and down her front, while he kissed the back of her neck. Ginger smiled devilishy. "How does it feel?"

 

Rodney felt funny inside, but waved it off. "Like a piece of heaven..."

 

"Really? I would have thought it felt like your insides were on fire, but that's not what I meant." Before he could respond, she kissed him again. "I meant how does it feel knowing that the last thing you did in this existence was make out with a rebel scum?" Ginger let Rodney get one last moment of bliss before she broke away from him, letting what she said sink in.

 

He just sat there, in shock, as his inards started feeling as though they were on fire. He at her, confused, then angry, as he tried to say something. Unfortunately, his throat was burning up, and as he felt extreme pain throughout his body, he couldn't even emit a sound. He fell to the sand, spasming, gasping for air.

 

"Good boy," Ginger said as she collected the flask, and the two empty glasses. The woman brushed her hair back from her face, revealing pointed ears. She then left the poor excuse for an Imperial to die his miserable death.

 

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