“Mickey?” said Kara.

“Mike,” said I.

“No, I like Mickey.”

Fuck it, I thought.. “Fine, but that doesn’t leave the ship.”

Kara laughed and snorted a little. “Aye aye, cap’n.” She saluted me.

“Don’t you salute me, I’m… You’re drunk.”

“Ha! Or what?” Her eyes gleamed and she licked her lips.

“I’ll…” I stuttered. “I’ll—”

“Spank me?” She batted her eyes. “But cap’n, you’re not supposed to hit girls!”

The beast growled inside me. Oh, baby, thin ice…

She giggled, then floated across the space between us, stopping herself with hands upon my chest and her face centimeters from mine. “Okay fine, you win…” She leaned in and whispered, “Mickey.”

I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, and took her into a control hold, pinning her body against mine with her arms behind her back. “You’re playing with fire,” I growled. She let out a little moan and I felt my blood pressure throb.

“Some like it hot,” she whispered.

Thirty passionate minutes later, Kara and I were playing Already Naked Poker.