When you wake

[Note: I hope you don't mind this being in second person. It isn't for anyone else's consumption but your own. I don't terribly like acting for other people, but this seemed a likely scenario. And as we can't realistically RP every moment they spend together, consider this role one possible way Icehawk's waking could have gone. Enjoy! --nicoLe] As you lie in your bed, consciousness slowly creeping back to you, you breathe in strange sweet and savory aromas seldom encountered on board the Freon IIC. When you eventually open your eyes and look around the room, you notice a halfling woman sitting cross-legged in a chair near your bed, her black hair pulled back into a ponytail. She is wearing little more than a black tank top and a pair of white panties. Across her lap is a notepad with a handsewn binding of black cloth. The pages are lined oddly, a series of five close lines crossing the page. You might recognize these lines as staves for musical notation. Humming a haunting melody quietly to herself, she quickly jots a few notes down. You could watch her like this for a while if you wanted, as she hardly looks up, enthralled in her own doings. If you do so, she will look up after a few long moments and offer you a broad, gentle smile, setting the notepad down as she gets up and joins you in bed. If you move too much or decide to say something, she'll look up and offer you a small, distracted "Hrmm?" followed by a quick, surprised "Oh!" Clumsily, she will set the notepad down and run to your side. "How ya feeling?" she asks, hopping into bed and planting a happy kiss on your neck. You run your hands over her near-naked body and smile. "Much better now." Your fingers find their way under her tank top, her skin erupting in goosebumps at your eager touch. A slight shiver runs over her body and with wide eyes she tells you, "I've got bread in the mmmrvremmm," her words cut off by your quick kiss. For a short while, she indulges you, letting your hands wander as they will, lost in your kisses. Soon enough, however, a loud ding beckons from the galley, causing her to jump. Most likely, she is quicker than you and races off to check on her bread before you can protest. But if you do happen to be fast enough to grab her, she will ask you simply, "Do you want the ship full of smoke again?" Though you could smell the fresh bread when she opened the oven, Eleni comes back empty handed, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. Wild sex ensues for as long as you see fit. When you are both sated, lying naked next to each other, with a surprising amount of energy, she hops out of bed and runs out the room. She comes back a few minutes later, still deliciously naked, carrying a too-large tray. "Something to fill your belly." She smiles broadly, setting the tray next to you on the bed. Two large metal bowls containing what seems to be an unreasonable amount of pasta and vegtables dominate the tray. Four slices of a dark bread with a light brown spread rest next to a set of large tea cups. "Cinnamon nutmeg tea with a touch of brandy. Pipeweed bread, Teatree recipe, with honey-butter. And my own personal chicken stew. I meant it to be a soup, but people told me it's way too thick. So, it's stew, I suppose. And the bread is better than any you'll find around here. I won't cook like this often. So enjoy it while you can." Even if you try to interrupt her she'll keep speaking, quite proud of her cooking. She climbs into bed next to you and slides her pale, lovely legs under the covers. You pull the tray across your laps and enjoy a wonderful naked lunch or dinner or breakfast, whichever it would when you awoke. :}