Thread: Open Skies, Smoking Guns(Myself x F R O S T)

It was hard to find much to appreciate of the situation, in the neko's eyes, but they had subdued and captured the last of the resistance, supposedly, between themselves and the merchant, which had to be worth something. The price was that she had been felt up rather extensively by the elf, if only for a brief period of time, but...well, perhaps she had enjoyed it. She was rather proud of her chest, and they were, not overly sensitive, but definitely sensitive to pleasure. She hardly had time to dwell on that, and she could only do her best to ignore the small ember it had kindled in her core. She absolutely did not have time to be aroused right now, and Merc's insufferable teasing wasn't going to help matters. Oh I'm sure he wouldn't. Nor would you, perv. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head and sparing the elf another glance. But we don't really have time for me to ride him right now. That would be a mental image for the elf, given that he had already gotten a bared neko perched atop him. It wouldn't be that much of a stretch for there to be just a little less in the way of clothing between the two of them, those wonderful breasts bouncing up and down in time with the neko. She didn't have time to dwell on that, though, much as the elf would be given time to simmer on the nice mental image. Fortunately, the elf slipped away before he could be subjected to more of the banter between Merc and the neko, as amusing as it surely was. She also didn't miss the fact that while Merc's gaze might not have been directed there, but he certainly made a point of staring at her chest as soon as he was told not to. Pff, dragons. While she crossed her arms under her chest in a pout, she only served to accidentally push up her breasts and make them more prominent for his viewing pleasure, thinly covered as they were. She couldn't believe that he was making a show out of considering her offer, as if accepting wasn't the most obvious answer. Not that she was willing to admit it, but she enjoyed that he didn't just jump right into offering her a solution. He was far more interesting than if he had been more chivalrous, if a bit frustrating at times. All part of the fun, she supposed. Give her hers in return? Of course he was going to want her to take it off before he gave his up too, she was willing to bet. She returned the favor of making a show of thinking it over before sighing. Fiine She waited and watched him remove his first, though, admittedly unable to resist the eye candy as he began to slowly remove it, as if he was having trouble getting it around her wings. She wasn't going to complain, even if he was only doing it to tease her. Damn it, she did not need to get so worked up right now, just because some handsome dragon was slowly peeling off a nice, tight shir-ah, gods damn it. Since he was going to so boldly stare at her chest, she returned the favor, drinking in the view and then glancing about furtively to make sure there was no one else in the hallway. After verifying that, she shrugged out of what was left of her top, baring her breasts entirely to him, and giving him a moment to drink in the view, before grabbing his top and turning to work on squeezing into it. He would be allowed to see plenty of her back as she changed, taking in a deep breath and shivering a little. It smelled just like him, and that provided a warmth and appeal to the garment that she wouldn't have expected it to. It took her a short amount of time to figure out the straps and everything, but she was nimble, and a quick learner. She adjusted the shirt as best she could to make it fit comfortably and then turned to regard him. Well, she didn't have any hope of reclaiming the shirt she had given him, seeing as it was now wrapped around his wound. Not that it had stood much chance anyway, given how thoroughly it had been sliced up, but ah well. Thief she was, she could swipe a shirt or two from someone else on the ship. For now, though, she was making do with what she had available, which was Mercury's top. She turned to face him, giving him a chance to look her over. While not uncomfortably tight, the lack of a bra beneath, and the tight, relatively thin fabric, meant that her breasts were left very emphasized by the shirt, if not straining against it, then not far off, nipples stiff from exposure to cool air and Merc's teasing, and visibly so. All in all, it was a step up from her sliced open top, but it was still plenty revealing enough. It was no surprise that the Merchant had a panic room, of sorts, something well secured that would take even a determined boarding party with axes some time to smash through, but it wasn't as if help was coming for him. Even if it was, well, few doors could stand up to a dragon, the neko would wager, and this certainly wasn't one of them. She could pick locks, but breaking things down was an area where her expertise didn't apply. As such, she was plenty content to stand back and reload both of her pistols as he tensed to break through, enjoying how his kama parted slightly to show scales beneath before he launched himself forward, at the door. She couldn't help but wince at how powerful the impact sounded, shaking her head. Poor captain didn't stand a chance. She kept her guns at the ready, but loosely, not going to need them until he broke through, which looked like it would take one more good kick. She stepped through right behind him, letting out a whistle as she quickly appraised the room. She was, as a thief, used to sizing rooms up for valuables and security measures, and she did that here, finding it not lacking the former, but perhaps in the latter. Hard to build security enough to stop Merc, after all. Ooh, that was good wood Mercury was scraping up. Ah well, chances were, unless the merchant could buy his freedom, this ship would be torched when it had been plundered anyway. Oh man, that would be a nice bed to sleep in. Or two tumble in, but certainly not with the merchant who was cowering in the corner. Not a particularly dignified reaction, but had an angry dragon ripped open her hiding spot, she couldn't say she would have done much better. She had her weapon at the ready, at least for a moment, but when Mercury made it clear that the captain was all his, she shrugged and stowed her weapons, crossing her arms and watching to see how things would go. Thank the gods that he was too busy to leer at the tight shirt that she was wearing. She had nearly drawn and fired when she saw the weapon being drawn on the dragon, but he seemed to have it under control, deflecting the shots, which fortunately didn't come near her either, and allowing her to relax. That was that. Any soldiers that hadn't been killed in the push atop had surrendered by then, and it was just a matter of wrapping things up. Damn. I didn't have time to loot. She pouted when she realized she had been busy the whole time, shaking her head. Let's go, I guess. I need to relax after all that. She decided with a slow sigh. That had been an intense boarding action, and she wasn't likely to find any good loot while the crew was tearing the ship up. We should check up on the mercenaries we captured. She suggested. They were probably held for us. Well, more for you. He would get some special privelage when it came to taking prisoners, though the Captain might just end up taking special interest in the elf, time would tell. Or do you have any better suggestions? Perhaps they should report in. Her to the leader of the boarding party, him to the Captain. She wasn't quite sure. If they were quick they might be able to pocket something from the Merchant, and judging by how the neko was looking around, there was a very good chance she was considering that, but the Dragon, as the Captain's pet, was technically her superior, so if he had a suggestion, she would be inclined to defer to him. He had given her his shirt, after all, though not so easily. As she waited, she paced the room, looking for a likely hiding spot for gold. Hmm