Posted June 23, 2021, 10:33 a.m. by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home
Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home
Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home
Posted by… suppressed (6) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
Lucky for her that he disappeared under the water and didn’t wait for her response. She wasn’t sure she was ready to give him one. He was right enough on that, and his hesitation at telling her wasn’t entirely misplaced. She didn’t fear his depth of feeling but at the same time she was’t sure what she was feeling herself. Maybe she wasn’t ready, or maybe she was in denial. Who knew.
Diving in gently, she followed him back through the tunnel, trying to ignore the unease the tunnel itself brought up. She wasn’t claustrophobic, but definitely one of those ill-placed side effects of her PTSD was the fear of being trapped. of having no way out. Tight spaces didn’t help that feeling even if they themselves weren’t the thing she was afraid of. But all her training helped her push through the discomfort, setting it aside so that she could complete a task: in this case, making it through and safely back up to the surface of the pool at the waterfall. Rigorous hardship training had its perks.
~Shara
As she surfaced, Micah was already at the side. The sun had definitely moved on it’s journey as they had been inside the cavern, and the late afternoon light reflected off the water. He had the creel open and had just placed the two jars inside with the trout and he looked back at her and said “Well, looks like your company kept me occupied for a while longer than I thought.” and he grinned. He climbed out and climbed onto a rock, standing in all his ‘glory’ and letting the sun dry him off. He picked up her rod and said “Still need one more for dinner, right?” and cast across the pool to the far side.
Micah
“I thought I was eating Gratin of Breech,” she deadpanned as she drew herself out of the water and squeezed the water out of her long hair. With a second ringing out, she moved over to her clothing and just slipped the sleeveless shirt over top. She could dry off properly later and the sun would help with that. That didn’t mean she didn’t cast occasional glances at Micah’s naked body, momentarily thinking about making use of that tub later.
~Shara
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he teased. A few minutes later, he was adding another trout to the creel and getting dressed. He looked at her, dressed as she was, and smiled in way that said he was about to make a somewhat wicked suggestion. But he looked at the sun and said “Naw… later, though.” and winked. He pulled on his shoes and then said “You ready, darlin’? Got get you back so you can get these bad boys cleaned up.” and he patted the fish holder as they began the walk back.
Micah
“Ready. And I might not have helped catch dinner, but I can clean them while you get started on the rest,” she said, carrying her fishing rod in one hand and her clothes draped over the other arm.
With an unabashed smile Shara caught up with him and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “So sue me, I like looking at you.”
~Shara
“As long as that ain’t all you like doing to me, I ain’t gonna complain.” and he leaned over and kissed her fully on the lips and then grinned. “Yeah… I’m gonna like havin’ ya here, I think.”
“I’m a fun challenge,” she bantered back.
He led them back to the house, stopping a few places and picking fresh herbs, some mushrooms, and few other odds and ends. As they came back into the clearing he walked her up to the porch. “Ok… if you go around the backside of the house, there’s a deep sink, board, and knives. Composter for the fish is the big blue barrel. I’d uh… hold your breath when you open it. It’s been a while.” and he chuckled. “I’ll go in and start the rest, okay?”
Micah
Despite the clothes on her arm she snapped off a cheeky salute. “Yes Sir! Commencing Operation Fish Gutting, Sir!” She held on to her mock seriousness as she draped her clothes over the railing and grabbed the fish from him. Heading off round back, she shot him a wink, still only in her t-shirt.
~Shara
Micah went inside and shut the door, put everything away or staged where it could be put away, and then took the gathered foodstuffs to the kitchen. A wash later they sat on a towel drying and Micah went in the walk in cold storage… which was actually a stasis locker and fridge / freezer. He looked around and grinned. “Nobody knows cold storage like the Breen…” he said as he grabbed fresh cream, butter, onions, potatoes, and artichokes… every item as fresh as when he stocked the food locker a few months ago.
Taking the materials back to the kitchen, he pulled down an ancient looking cast iron pot and set it on the stove and turned on the fire underneath. In the pot he tossed some oil, slat, pepper, and a touch of cumin. As the oil heated; he diced potatoes, artichoke leaves, and onions with a deft hand. Into the pot and the vegetables sizzled and popped, and he stirred them until almost brown. Then the mushrooms, again stirring u til they were almost cooked through. The fire went off, and in went the herbs, butter, and cream.
“How’s that fish coming?” he yelled towards the back.
Micah
“Almost done!” Shara called back. She’d scaled the fish cleanly and worked on getting rid of the guts, mindful not to tear into the flesh at all.
Stepping into the house, Shara was wearing her cargo pants again and plopped the fresh fish down on the counter. “There you go. And I’m going to go have a shower and wash the fish off me. It’s a good thing I brought more than one change of clothes too,” she said with a grin.
~Shara
“Love, you can just go ahead and wear nuthin’… fine by me. Better view I can’t think of.” He smacked the back of her cargo pants affectionately and said “Go on. I’ll get this on and it should be ready when you get out.”
He watched her go up the stairs and smiled to himself. When she was out of sight, he took the fish, cubed it, seared it quickly in a pan with butter and then dropped it in the pot and set the fire low. He walked over and looked up the stairs, and waited a moment till he heard the sound of running water. He moved slowly up the stairs, silently, and took off the clothes he wore and threw them in a hamper by the bathroom door. He opened the door and said “How about some company? I did almost get eaten, after all. I might need some of that physical therapy.” and grinned.
Micah
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