Posted June 23, 2021, 11:50 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 (3) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snips)
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.”
Shara snorted as she moved off. As much as she was unfazed by a lack of clothes she had no intentions of becoming a nudist anytime soon, even if there was no one who could possibly drop in on them unexpectedly. “Better to leave someone to their imagination. You know what’s there, you can simply bring it to mind,” she called out with a throaty chuckle as she reached the stairs.
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
Water flowing over her body, Shara was washing shampoo out of her hair. She smiled though her eyes were closed. “Is that so? Well, we’ve established that I’m very good at it and if the patient is in need, who am I to deny them what they need? Reaching for the small bottle on the ledge, she kept her eyes closed and rubbed conditioner into the ends of her long brown hair of which so far seemed to not have begun turning grey. How long that lasted she’d no idea. She’d enough stress in her life that by now she’d figured it’d have gone grey completely, but apparently not.
~Shara
Micah stepped inside and said “Here, girl. Let me do that for you.” and he took over where her hands had been. Micah was a rough man, of that he made no bones or apologies. He spoke his mind, didn’t suffer fools, and was decidedly non-diplomatic unless he had to be for the job. But with her… with Shara… he was gentle. Calm. At peace. Those things were conveyed by his touch… even through the artificial hand. He slowly and gently rubbed the ends of her hair, then as it sat he moved his hands to her shoulders and rubbed. He then stepped against her, her back to his front, and he kissed her shoulder while his arms wrapped around her.
Micah
Tilting her head back, Shara leaned against him, letting him taking up the slight burden of balancing her weight. Small things, small allowances. She wasn’t even sure exactly when that had started with them but it was something she had noticed (usually after the fact). They each gave up a little bit more of their much needed control to the other. So much of their work was about precision, about controlling all the variables and shifting things into their favour, but that wasn’t possible here. Here, just them, there were no enemies to fight, no battles to win (save those against their inner demons) and neither was an obstacle to surmount. Instead, he seemed to let her unravel a little bit more each day and Shara could not explain the how or why of it. She only knew that having had a taste of it, it was like a craving and she wanted more of this peacefulness, this resting. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt this at ease, Micah. Even with all the rest of the chaos sitting underneath it seems less… pressing, less heavy here with you.” Eyes still closed, she trusted her senses and him.
~Shara
Micah smiled. “I know the feeling, Sha. You make everything… I wanna say easier but that ain’t the right word. I think… I think ‘lighter’ is right, like you said. And as far as the rest of the chaos goes… I’ll help. However I can, however you want me to or let me. I’ll be here for you… and here will be here for you, too. This place has always been mine and mine alone… but with you I’ll share. And happily, too.” He kissed her neck. “We got a lot of baggage, you and I. Maybe we can unpack summa that here, let some finally go; I dunno. All I know is that right here… right now… with you… I feel… well…” and he took a breath.
“I feel safe with you, Sha.”
The magnitude of that statement could only be appreciated by someone who had lived a life like the two of them had.
Micah
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