Posted Jan. 24, 2019, 8:07 a.m. by Commander Mason Black (Executive Officer) (David Shotton)
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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Locking to door behind him, Mason looked over the clothes spread across the ground and had to give a low chuckle. Taking his time, he slowly approached the bedroom door while undoing the cuffs of his sleeve, and loosening the collar of his shirt. Admittedly their brief time before the dinner had, by necessity been cut short although they had still been fashionably late and now Mason paused to pick up the bra she had draped over the back of the chair and grin as he had an idea, so he took it with him as he carried on to the room she was in.
As he came up to his room he threaded one of the bra straps through his fingers, feeling the texture and remembering the same from earlier that evening. The doors slid open and Mason had his fist glance at what was waiting for him in the bedroom.
Cmdr Mason Black, XO
“What are you doing with my bra,” Paris said looking at him as if he were nuts. She, however, had little room to talk. Mason would have entered the room to see his fiancee wearing a high tech bio contamination suit. She hadn’t put her helmet on yet so she had the appearance of an old fashioned astronaut just before take off. Paris made a few head motions as if she expected Mason to jump right in with dialogue she had in her head.
“Um, what are you doing in That?” Mason asked her, “Are you trying out a new kink or something? Aren’t those the suits the janitors wear in refuse maintenance?” He screwed up his face at her slightly, “You remember we agreed that, that, particular type of kink was off the cards, right? I said No once already Paris. No means No.” He managed to keep a straight face for most of the tease, but his eyes and the twitch at the edges of his mouth gave it away.
“Mason we agreed to go check out those conduits and work tubes I was in earlier after that dinner,” Paris explained. “The suit might be overkill but I am not spending ten minutes washing my hair again to get the smell out hence the suit,” she gestured down at her clothes. “I got you one too. It’s on the bed. Chop chop,” she clapped her hands.
“Oh” he said, and now his face did screw up slightly as his mind returned to work. “Good thinking, I don’t want to be smelling like that bug poo you found earlier. Best we take Phasers and tricorders too.”
“We need to get going and check this out. Something is wrong here. There is no reason they need blast grade doors on all entry points in a service conduit. Get dressed and meet me in the living room,” Paris said walking out of the bedroom.
Lt. Commander Paris Carisi COS
Mason watched her go, and once the doors closed he looked at the bra in his hands, sighed and threw it on the bed. Then, he did the standard boyfriend thing. He screwed up his face into what boyfriends called the ‘bossy girlfriend’ face and spoke in a high pitched voice. “I got you one too” he mimicked, “get dressed and meet me in the living room, chop chop.” He made some random karate chopping motions in the air with his hands as he walked robot like to the bio-suit, then picked up one of the arms and dropped it.
“What are you doing with my bra,” he mimicked again, picking it up and grinning. Looking down, his grin spread wide and he quickly suited up in the large yellow hazmat suit. In only a couple of minutes, he was wearing the horrid yellow bulging suit and looking at the door.
The door to the bedroom opened, and Mason strode out in a goose step wearing the over sized yellow suit, and Paris’ bra over his face. The two roundy bits were positioned strategically over his eyes, the lace of the bra meaning he could peek out of the multitude of holes. Noticeably, he was making a loud buzzing sound as he walked, straight towards Paris, her bra like a pair of huge bug eyes over his face. “Guess what I am?” He said to his girlfriend, “I’m big, yellow and sweet like honey.”
Cmdr Black, XO
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