“I can’t believe people really buy
“In fairness to people, they tend to be real dumb.
’ Sides, it’s a cool concept. Own a star! Sure, by
the time you see it with your naked eye, it’s prob’ly
already gone super-nova, but still. Hope springs
eternal, an’ all that crap.”
Buttocks tensed for a moment before the widest of smirks came on
her face. Cas was definitely being more open with her. Following her
farther into the office, she placed that behind of hers on top of the
desk she used for work.
“Oh, you know I have no life outside of your presence.”
Except for all those broken necks and crushed bones she tended to
leave in her path, but he path tended to have gaps.
Some things you can’t do or say around your superiors.
But, blessedly, Tia was no Alliance trooper mechanically
repeating dogma. Castaigne didn’t ever think she’d miss
Omega, but at least those bloodthirsty mercenaries had
their own opinions other than ‘Reapers Are Bad.’
”Don’t say that. I mean, I can’t refute it, but I’m sure you have a
competent, if ultimately pallid and anemic existence otherwise.
of my existence. And I’m just sayin’,”
she added, almost as an afterthought as she crossed to the desk-
chair and pulled off her hat, freeing long, brown tresses,
“This would prob’ly be an excellent desk to be eaten out on.”
Tia merely laughed as the sudden turn the woman took, how excited
she seemed to be seeing her.
“Well I’m so glad I could brighten your day.”
Eyes looked down, smirking as she looked back to Cas.
“It is pretty stellar isn’t it.”
Of course she gave it a bit of a squeeze for a brief moment.
“The whole package is pretty stellar to me,” but she couldn’t
resist a playful smack on her way in. It was strangely
nostalgic, in a way. The galaxy hadn’t wholly fallen apart in
her absence. There was still Tia, standing around the
irregular forces offices as if it was a second home. “C’mon.
Tell me what’s happened while I’ve been gone.”
”I’m more eye-candy than arm-candy, sweetheart.”
She flexes again as Cas squeezes her bicep. Tia smirked, perking a
brow at her.
“Touchy aren’t we? I can see ya’ missed me.”
“Stuck up in Officer Training for a week, and then another of
quote-unquote vacation? Hell yeah, I missed ya.”
The words flow unabashed from her mouth, and the infiltrator
seems a bit surprised at her own frankness.
“None’a the stiffs up there have an ass like yours’, is all
I’m sayin’.” Nailed it. This is true romance.
”Sounds like fun, need some muscle.”
Hands on hips, she flexes slightly but than simply laughs. No possible
way to keep a straight face.
"Aw, and here was me havin’ ya lined up as my arm-candy,
but I guess ya can pull double duty. I believe in ya.”
Castaigne reaches out, gives a bicep an inquisitive squeeze.
“Yeah, you’ll do.”