Posted Jan. 28, 2019, 2:40 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)
Fingers lightly traced the outline of her shoulder and moved slowly down her arm. She sat up and reach over to grab her shirt from where it lay on the floor and slipped it over her head, gently pushing the hand away in a bid to discourage further attention more than out of any sort of irritation. Moving to slip off the bed, his hand gently grabbed hers. “Don’t go,” he said softly.
Looking over her shoulder, Faye smirked. “Places to be, things to do.”
“They can wait.”
“No they can’t. Besides T’Veen keeps giving us looks and I’m pretty sure she’s on to us.”
He sat up and shifted to sit behind slipping his hands on to her shoulders and beginning to massage the points he knew were perpetually tense, and her body melted slightly into his hands. “I don’t mind.”
She sighed. “Nevol, you should!” She did brush him off with irritation this time and turned slightly to face him. “My being here is precarious enough. We shouldn’t be doing this at all!”
“But we are,” Nevol countered, leaning in slightly. “Tell me you don’t want this and we stop, simple enough.”
Faye closed her eyes and breathed in slowly, letting her lungs fill. Did she want it to end? The simple answer was no. But she was all too aware that her assignment had specific risks and she was warned against getting too involved with the Reunification Movement. Somehow she figured that this kind of involvement would result in a chewing out that she’d rather not have by her superiors. And yet, here she was, throwing the ‘rules’ and expectations out of the window. It wasn’t that Faye tried to be rebellious, but it was in her nature to question things and fight the good fight when it was called for.
Nevol reached out and gently ran the back of his fingers across her cheek. “I’m not hearing a no.”
Opening her eyes, Faye gazed at him, the dim light of his room casting interesting shadows across his face. There was something so genuine in his expressions that she greatly loved. She had fallen for a Vulcan before, but Nevol’s half-Romulan ancestry lent a particularly interesting mix of beliefs and traits to the ordered calm he was raised with. Emotions were not eschewed, but he had been taught to find the peace within easily. She envied him that and it was a part of why she enjoyed being with the Movement so much. There was passion as well as calm rationality in abundance here in their secret hideaway on Unroth. It suited her mixed up neurotic scientist brain quite well. “It’s not a no,” Calloway said softly. “But the more I try to say yes, the more I…” She exhaled forcibly.
“It’s okay to be scared of this Faye. But I warn you, I’m not going anywhere and I’m not easily deterred, as you well know. So until you say ‘no’ or ‘back the hell off’, I intend to keep trying to convince you of the rightness that is us.”
Faye smirked at him. “Fine then, go ahead. Do your worst,” she said airily, slipping off the bed to finish getting dressed. He watched her with a deep sense of awe that felt tangible to her and wondered for the millionth time how this had actually come about. She moved to the door and looked back at him.
“Come back to me soon my sahe’lagga!” he said dramatically.
Her brows rose at the use of the term of endearment that translated to ‘passion flower’. “Call me that again, and I will cut you!” she said seriously as she opened the door.
“You do love me, don’t you?!” he teased.
She simply gave him the middle finger and left.
OOC: To be continued…
~Faye Calloway
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