Posted May 9, 2019, 10:52 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) (David Shotton)
Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in CNS office Which of the four of us needs the counseling more
Jasmine delayed as much as humanly possible before heading to the CNS office for her and Max’s appointment. It had nothing to do with Olivia. She seemed like a lovely person. It was more the process of dealing with another counselor. Bob Footinadoor was a force of nature and since the laws governing confidentiality in Mintaran culture were different than the Federations it meant Mr. and Mrs. Logan and Wynter had a full report after each session. Hopefully, the session with Olivia would be vastly different. Exiting the turbo Jasmine saw Max almost pacing in front of the office. The past five sessions they had experienced as a Mr. and Mrs. had not been ideal for him. Jasmine knew by the look on his face with the slight smirk she had had about three more minutes before he followed through with the medical emergency threat of breaking his own arm not to do this alone. Jasmine knew exactly what her husband meant. Both she and he had legitimate reasons they were once absent from a Bob counseling session leaving the other alone. It was enough that they swore on a blood oath never to experience that again.
“Jaz,” Max said as he saw her leave the turbo lift. “You’re cutting it fine, I almost had to declare a hull breach in the counselors quarters and casualties just to make sure you turned up and we were both there at the same time, it seemed a more sure fire way than breaking my own arm.” He turned more towards her and leaned casually on the wall outside the Counselling office, “I mean you could have just sent a nurse for that, again.” His eyes relayed the joke perfectly, along with his words being a reminder that he had told his wife that he had actually been wishing for a hull breach just to escape Bobs session. Of course the Holographic Footinadoor wouldn’t have been affected, but Max would have been free. Then he suddenly remembered his wife had explained, calmly and simply, that Bob was linked to the bracelets they each wore, the ‘wedding gifts’ from their parents. Even if Max did get sucked out into space, Bob could still reach him. Pushing that thought aside, Max concentrated on the much more promising, alluring and physical sight of Jasmine walking towards him.
“I told you I would be here,” she said sauntering up to him letting her hips sway a bit more than necessary knowing he would be looking at that versus her face. She liked to tease him a bit and being on a ship like this did not lend to many chances to be playful. “You didn’t doubt me chief now did you,” she said softly letting her face get as close to his as possible without actually touching.
Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO
Max teased her back, coming off the wall and letting his own lips just barely touch hers while taking both of her hands in his. “How could I ever doubt you?” His question was soft, “We could always find a storage closet and prove just how much we don’t need this counselling,” he suggested playfully, “having a report go back that we both missed a session would be worth getting to spend a little more time with you.”
Max let his lips touch hers gently, and linger for a moment before he pulled back just enough to keep the promise of more hovering there. “Well, here’s our chance, we could both elope, right now, just the two of us. Or, we could press that buzzer and take our medicine for being such an unruly and unresponsive couple towards our parents.”
Lt Cmdr Max Wynter, CE
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