Miranda

You jog down to the crew deck on autopilot. Nodding your head and throwing quick salutes to crew along the way. Your mind is full of thoughts of Lawson's incredible body.

"Commander!" Kelly Chambers calls out urgently behind you. You immediately stop and turn. A small, soft body runs smack into you.

She's a natural redhead, which is rare in these days, petite, with a lithe body and creamy flawless skin. She's always been friendly to you, bordering on flirty. You swear sometimes she bends over that console on the CIC just as you come by, trying to show off her ass, or bends low when she hands you reports hoping you'll look down her shirt.

Kelly looks up at you. Her breath coming in soft short gasps. Hands still pressed against your firm chest. Nervous fright swirled in her wide eyes. But there was also longing, and not a small amount of lust.

This girl wants you. Its clear as day. You could drag her off to the nearest empty room and have her right now. Or not.

Or you could meet Miranda like you planned.