Check in on Amara.

As evening turns to night, the sun sets in full, and the crew begins to wind down, you ponder on who you haven't yet made sure is well. One by one, you count in your mind. Then you finally come to a conclusion: The only person you haven't sought out yet is Amara. Usually she's with Eva or Niki, but neither was with one another, so she was likely elsewhere as well. It isn't as if you haven't seen her in passing, but it's about time to find her properly. Though it's dark now, and the interior of the ship is lit only by flickering lanterns.

Maybe I'll change into my pajamas. The night's actually kinda warm. Then I'll take another look around for Amara. Someone should know. Weird that she wasn't in the crew's quarters though. This is a troubling sensation though. I don't need to know where everyone is all the time, but Amara isn't one to get into trouble as much as some of the others, and I don't want to think about something happening to her. She isn't as durable as Niki, or as feisty as Eva.

You push open the door to the captain's quarters, and the hairs on your neck suddenly stand on-end. This is a moment before you notice the silhouette sitting upon your bed. Quickly, you step inside to turn the oil lantern on bright, and just as the door shuts behind you, a warm smile glows back.

Amara is there, with exactly two garments upon her body at most. One is conjured--a short white gown of glistening stars, and of such thin material that patches of her fair skin are still visible through even without light behind her--and the other is her enchanted choker.

She sits politely, with both legs laying to her side upon the bed. "Is it time for sleep, Kyle?" she asks. Her voice as always is soft and gentle, though her current tone is one difficult to explain. The subtlest change has made it sound more sensual than you're used to hearing from her lips, though perhaps that's aided by her current appearance. Her fair skin appears so delicate, and her affectionate eyes don't flicker from your attention for even a second. Though it's difficult to tell by the dim orange glow of the lantern, it seems like pink colour has begun flooding across her face, though she doesn't flinch. She remains seated, and watches you quietly.

"I was looking for you, actually."

"... You are being honest."

"Of course I am."

She touches her fingers to her lips. "Then I have been seduced."

"My bad."

Her smile widens. "Kyle. I like to say your name. Kyle. I hope you do not mind, but it feels so intimate in my mouth."

"I don't mind in the slightest. To me, it's like music in my ears."

"Then Kyle, let me ask you something. If your first plan was to find me, what is next?"

You step to the foot of the bed. Slowly, you lower yourself down, and place your thumb against her chin. Using your hand, you nudge her face upward to look you straight in the eyes, and you linger so close that the tips of your noses begin to touch. "Let me ask you first, Amara. What was your plan?" you whisper.

"I am sorry to make you search, but my plan is simple," she whispers back.

"Is it now?"

"To taste your lips."

You take a soft, quick inhale, taken by surprise by her words, not because you didn't expect it, but because Amara isn't often so bold, and she speaks with such loving sincerity. Then without saying anything more, you push your lips into hers, and instantly her hands wrap around the sides of your head. As you kiss, she moans without a shred of restraint. She's been given her taste and then some. You push harder, and she matches the same, before her tongue reaches yours, and the two of you enjoy one another's mouths with a growing heat. Her eyes flutter, and by the look on her face, one would assume your mouth was elsewhere, though this is how much she loves a kiss. She moans and moans, which only encourages you to keep kissing.

Gradually, you make your way onto the bed, and you embrace her, and she does you. With a teasing nibble on her lip, you run your hands back through her long, golden hair, and look into her gorgeous eyes. "If that was your plan, what's next?" you ask.

She pants softly against your chin. "I would ask to spend my night here."

"I think I could consider that request."

"With only a snap of my fingers, I can make my nightgown vanish."

"I've considered your request, and I think I'll let you stay."