Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paris Carisi (Chief of Security) in Taking a Break

Posted by Commander Mason Black (Executive Officer) in Taking a Break

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paris Carisi (Chief of Security) in Taking a Break
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As Paris took his hand and he felt the grime sliding between their skin, Mason winced again but it was too late now, he had been slimed. “Alright, we have time and if anyone asks, we will say we decided to run an inspection without the Company looking over our shoulders.” Instead of walking with Paris, however, he stood and held her hand firmly and pointed at the bathroom. “First, you shower and get that stuff off. We don’t know if it will have an effect on our skin and without Medical here to check it, we need to minimize the risks. Shower first, then we replicate some Bio suits and gear to go on this Spelunking expedition of yours.”

“But Maayyyy sooon,” Paris said looking back at the door before turning to face him with a soft smile. “Is that an order,” she asked suddenly becoming a bit coy. “Can we make it an inspection. White glove,” she bit her lip and waggled her eyebrows. By now Paris had gone nose blind to the stench. This was supposed to be a small getaway even if it was a working one. Looking at the time she realized Mason was right. She had other plans for the first three hours here. Since they did not pan out maybe she could use the last hour more to her advantage. “I promise not to use those girly soaps and make you smell like sun-dried raspberries.”

“It’s not the dried raspberries” he told her, “but the lavender and edelweiss that I had the issue with. You know how hard it is to be the serious Commanding Officer when you smell like lavatory flowers?” But his serious look took on a cheeky smile, “you go shower, for, say, 10 minutes. Then I will be there ok, and I promise that my inspection will be very, very thorough. It’ll make you sweat, bite your lip as you fight to keep silent while I carry out my work. I promise your Adrenalin levels will be through the roof as you watch me work. Now go shower before we have to be at the dinner.”

Mason watched her walk away, taking particular note of her hips and then walked to the window where a small table sat. On it were two wine glasses and a chilled bottle of wine, prepped for when Paris had supposed to have been there three hours prior. Looking out the floor to ceiling glass window/wall that showed the hot and almost inhospitible planet, he popped the cork and let the wine breathe for a few minutes before he himself undressed completely, folding his clothes over the chair. Letting the cool air from the air conditioning flow over his skin for just a moment, he picked up two glasses on one hand and then filled them with the wine. Deciding that Paris had more than enough time to wash the grime off, he smirked and turned for the bathroom with only the two wine glasses and bottle of wine for adornment.

-------------- Elsewhere in the Tower--------------

Yes Sir, she entered the Commanders Quarters 20 minutes ago. She and that Engineer Parsons were in the ducting, they came out covered in the substance. Yes sir, we have people on the way to the access points now. They will block them from heading back in until we can use the thermite charges to purge the substance from the ducts. It was scheduled for tomorrow Sir but they arrived early as you know, we didn’t have time to purge it. We will just claim it’s a reaction from our mining operation, that produces similar vibrations Sir. Yes Sir, understood.

The Assistant Secretary of Security turned off the Monitor to the smooth talking suit and looked over at two of his bulky henchmen who both nodded and patted the bulges in their coat pockets. “You know what to do” he told them, “especially if they do not co-operate. Inspecting the mines can be a dangerous job when you do it without the correct safety measures. How unfortunate.”

Turning back to his monitors on his desk, the two henchmen looked at each other and wordlessly turned and walked away.

Cmdr Black, XO

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During the Dinner............

Paris walked back to the quarters with Mason in a slow stroll. While the food at the event was five star, the dinner was completely lackluster in the conversation. A small smile curled on Paris’ face as she remembered Mason getting his first text from her. Her boyfriend was amazing at being on. During staff meetings, conferences, away mission, heck anything job related, it would be hard pressed to know that they were a couple. The man had a poker face that was set in stone. Paris had taken this as a challenge early on. Tonight she entertained herself trying to make him break. Smythe had little to say to her and the other officers but he was up Mason’s butt so far, Paris was not sure how Black was able to sit. To pass the time and not fall asleep as Smythe preened about the colonies accomplishments, Paris sent numerous texts to him via the personal communicator. The first messages were simple. Sassy little messages asking if he wanted the right side or the left side of the bed but either way if he played his cards right both sides of the bed with be right.

“Is there a problem,” Smythe asked hearing Mason’s communicator bleep. “Is that a message from your ship? Your other crew? You know they were all invited right? Even the non-officers?” Smythe did not like that everyone wasn’t here but his people were monitoring them.

“No problem Smythe” Mason told him, reading over another message, this time acompanied by a picture found on Bing Universe that depicted a particualrly difficult yoga position that Mason thought was vaguely familiar. “I’m just getting routine reports that I will have to follow up with when I am back to my quarters, Duty rosters, work requests, inspection details and extra curricular training activites. I may be tied up for a few hours after dinner unfortunately.”

The messages then progressed to snap shots of her wardrobe. She was glad he had installed the privacy protector on his comm until. This meant that unless one was directly behind him and looking at the exact angle Mason was holding it, no one but Mason could see the screen. She had planned to send this stuff to entice him when they were levels apart actually working her but the wine and her libido were working together right now.

The extra beeps made Mason look at his device again, and this time he raised an eyebrow and tilted his head as if in thought slightly. “Make that an all nighter” he told Smythe, “the demands on an Executive Officers time are endless it seems, it looks like I am going to be hip deep in work all night, head buried deep in fact in these work requests. I assume you can arrange for room service Smythe? I’m going to need something to keep me going. Wine, peanut butter snacks, fresh fruit with dipping sauces and some ice. I’m sure the tower kitchen has then fresh, not replicated? My energy levels suffer with replicated food at times.”

“My my you are a busy man. How do you do it,” Smythe said as a series of hums could be heard when the conversation paused.

“He is always on top of his crew’s needs,” Paris immediately replied taking a sip of her wine to hide her smile. Mason might have a face of stone but she did not and at this moment was particularly enjoying herself.

Lt. Commander Paris Carsis COS

“Always” Mason admitted, “My crews needs are always top priority Smythe. You keep your crew happy, and they will bend over backwards for you, work on their knees if you tell them to and keep their opinions to themselves when your busy and need quiet. Talking about crew needs, Lieutenant Commander we should get an early start, I am going to need your assistance with most of this. I think we should come together and put our heads to work. Good night Mr Smythe, first room service delivery in an hour and then each hour after that, yes?” Mason stood up from his chair and nodded to Smythe, and a few of the other guests at the tables, holding his hand out for Paris to help her up like the Gentleman he was.

Cmdr Black, XO