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Inspecting the new recruits (Yvonne Delacroix)

He rolled his eyes and took her hand. Whatever temperature, she may have been it didn't phase him. He simply smiled and winked. "You can't make comments like that and then be a recluse. That's not fair." He said laughingly before releasing her hand.

[member="Yvonne Delacroix"]
 
[member="Ice"]

Yvonne's hand would feel smooth but very cold to the touch, it was more than temperature. No, it felt more unnatural..at least by most standards. "I...you're right."
 
He may not have shown that he cared, but he was very curious as to why her hands seemed abnormally cold. His first thought was that she wasn't a person at all, but maybe an advanced droid of some kind. Maybe not as high level as an HRD as those are practically indistinguishable from normal people. But still up there. This could account for her back and forth attitude with people. Could be a programming quirk. Ice had no idea what she really was of course. He was only spitballing ideas that made sense to him and what he had knowledge of. In either case, he still wasn't actually put off by her touch.

"See, that wasn't so bad was it?" He gave a quick nod and looked back out toward the stars streaking by. "Dang...you know what we forgot." Ice asked sadly. "The whiskey." He sighed deeply and let his head fall backwards a bit. "Oh that should be a crime." He finished only half jokingly.

[member="Yvonne Delacroix"]
 
[member="Ice"]

Yvonne glares at him jokingly and smirks. "It is..time to place you in the airlock and let you loose!" then winks afterwords. "Well..we now just wait a bit until we arrive. What now?" she asked the Ice then stood up out of the pilot chair to stretch before heading into the rec room.
 
A smirk reappeared on his face and he paid no mind to the first comment at all. The second one he would answer though. "I don't know. What do you have to do on board? I'm afraid games was not on my list of items to bring. So I'm open to suggestions."

[member="Yvonne Delacroix"]
 
[member="Ice"]

"You tell me. What does a guy like you do for fun?" she asked while standing in front of a long couch that sat against a wall with a small square table in front of it that looked as if it served as a coffee table of sorts. "I wonder..are you truly such a nice guy as you come off as, or are you a bit darker under it all?
 
"Hmm. Well I suppose that depends on the situation." He said with a smirk as he got up from his chair and followed her next to the couch. He didn't actually specify which question he was meaning at first, instead choosing to let her ponder on it. "And who's playing." He finally added. "After all, is anyone truly what they seem to be on the surface these days?" He gave her a wink as he knew there was something different about both of them. He just couldn't place what her little secret was.

"But I'm afraid you still have the advantage over me here. I'm going to have to rely on you to suggest an appropriate form of entertainment if we are to pass the time in an enjoyable manner." He crossed his arms over his chest and asked coyly. "So, any ideas?"

[member="Yvonne Delacroix"]
 
[member="Ice"]

smirks up at Ice and asks, "What is it you would like to do. Common. Tell me, what is on your mind..what is it you would like to do right now more than anything?" she leans back a little into the back rest of the couch while she crosses one leg over the other loosely waiting for the man's response. "Be honest now."
 
Ice gave her a playful grin. His eyes roamed as he took in her form. "I'm not sure what is on my mind right now would be very polite to express." He said with a wink as he walked and stood next to her by the couch. "Though I will say I tend to prefer adult type games." He gave a mock glance around before turning back to her with his mischievous smirk. "You wouldn't happen to know any of those kind of games would you?"

[member="Yvonne Delacroix"]
 
[member="Ice"]

For the first time, she looks up at him and says in a direct but honest tone. "Perhaps I am not use to polite and do not care for it." After, she turns and leans down slowly to kiss the side of his neck.
 
His head tilted ever so slightly as she moved in to kiss his neck. The touch of her lips on his neck was soft, but we more curious to feel them for himself. A hand moved up and softly caressed her cheek for a moment before gently moving under her chin to direct her gaze up toward his face. With a warm smile, he gave a small grin. "Well then in that case, maybe we should both shut up and you just give me a kiss?" At that point, he leaned in the rest of the way and gave her a passionate kiss, finally getting to feel those soft lips on his own.

[member="Yvonne Delacroix"]
 
It was such an odd thing. Everything about her screamed that she was an actual living person. But the coolness of her skin against his warm hands as the slipped just under the bottom of her shirt but didn't go any higher were such a contrast to be intriguing to say the least. She certainly knew how to give an amazing kiss. Ice was now growing more curious as to what else she could do well. His left finally left hers, a drifted down to the side of her neck, were he continued to plant kisses. "Excellent choice of ways to pass the time." He said with a smirk as her body began to press in on his. Ice could feel his breathing begin to quicken.

[member="Yvonne Delacroix"]
 
[member="Ice"]

Lays more against Ice and gives a soft groan as she feels his lips leave hers and move down the side of her neck. Yvonne grips his shirt against his chest while the emerald green eyes close loosely in response to the feeling of his hands under her shirt. The warm of his strong touch was amazing for her.
 

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