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Bittersweet Beginnings

Posted May 13, 2021, 9:44 p.m. by James Sinclair

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Bittersweet Beginnings

Posted by James Sinclair in Bittersweet Beginnings

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Bittersweet Beginnings
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“That’s perfect.” She could not stop smiling, and when he picked her up she wrapped her arms around him and combed her fingers through his hair. The breath rushed out of her lungs as he pushed her against the wall. She kissed him along his jaw, his neck, and then sighed softly. Her love and passion conveyed to him as she kissed him. She pulled herself closer, eventually pulling back to rest her forehead against his shoulder, breathing heavily. She tightened her arms around him, “I really really missed you.”
Revna

“I really really missed you too, Rev. Not talking to you was like… death. And I don’t wanna do that again. C’mon.” and he lowered her to the floor and then opened the door cautiously. “I havent had to sneak out of a venue in years.” he whispered and looked back at her and grinned.

She chuckled softly. “Oh come on you big chicken. I’ll protect you.” She glanced out the door looking around seeing no one she followed him, stifling laughter the whole way.

He took her hand and led her through a side of the reception lobby and straight to the lifts. Soon, they were outside her door. He looked down at her and said “You know, I hear their room service is the best anywhere. Feel like ordering some… after a while?”

Mike

“That sounds like a very good idea.” She palmed the control and the door opened, and holding onto his hand she led him inside and shut the door and locked it. “There, all safe and sound, and not one person accosted you, except maybe me.” The black velvet bag sat on the table next to two empty glasses. She squeezed his hand before letting go and taking the bottle out of the bag, the note still attached to it, and poured a good measure into both glasses and handed one to him. She looked him in the eye, “We’re never not talking again, right?”
Revna

Mike took a drink and visibly steeled himself. “Listen, Rev. Being without you… not talking… not hearing your voice… not even seeing you through a screen… it was hell. So no, we are never not talking again. Because I love you, Rev. And I meant what I said… I am going to marry you someday. I don’t care that you are gonna be a diplomat on a ship in the Delta Quadrant. I don’t care if you decide that you want to sail a solar-sailed ship all the way across the damn galaxy by yourself… I’ll wait. Or I’ll marry you first and then you can go. I don’t care. But I am going to be yours, now and forever. So there… I warned you.”

Mike

Revna set the glass down while he talked. The man was fierce, in all the ways that mattered to her. Warn her indeed. She grinned, but there was a fierce seriousness about her. She walked over to one of the trunks stacked in the room. It was old, hand carved, made to last the ages. She turned the latch and lifted the lid. She began to speak, and she translated it as she spoke to him, eyes finding his gaze and holding it. “Jeg ble ikke forelsket i deg. (I didn’t fall in love with you) Jeg ble forelsket i deg, med øynene åpne, og valgte å ta hvert skritt underveis. (I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way.)” She lifted a short sword out of the trunk. Incased in a well oiled leather scabbard, it was typical of what was seen historically wielded by Norse warriors. Only the hilt and cross piece would identify it as unique.

“Jeg tror på skjebne og skjebne, men jeg tror også at vi bare er skjebnesvangre for å gjøre de tingene vi ville velge uansett. (I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway.) Og jeg vil velge deg; i hundre livstider, i hundre verdener, i hvilken som helst versjon av virkeligheten. (And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality.) Jeg vil finne deg, og jeg vil velge deg, Michael McKenzie. (I’d find you and I’d choose you, Michael McKenzie).”

She flipped it blade along her forearm and thrust the hilt (though she wouldn’t hurt him) against his chest, the point down. On the pommel he would recognize the Edman crest from the mead bottles and the Freya symbol from the bead she’d given him. Here name was written in runes across it along with another inscription. It was her way, their, her family’s, way, to exchange rings but also blades. It was an ancient tradition, but it mattered to her. “And I am yours.”
Revna

Mike’s hand encircled hers on the grip and he looked her straight in the eyes. He understood the gravity of the moment, and his eyes reflected that. His other hand reached up and under his shirt and he pulled out a necklace made of fine links of metal… on which hung the bead she had given him. “This has never left me since you did. It has stayed with me, on my skin, every second of every day that we have been apart. And when we didn’t speak, I held this in my hand every night and I dreamed about you. I don’t know why… or how… or who or what brought us together, Rev. But I am eternally grateful for it. I want you in my life, now and always. I want you to want to be with me when I am there with you, and I want you to miss me so much you ache when you are gone. You are the center of my galaxy… no matter what part of the real one you may be in. And there will never be another. I am yours and yours alone. Always.” and he smiled at her.

Mike

Revna smiled, her grip loosened on the grip and slipped out from under his and pressed her hand over his and around the grip. “It’s yours now.” Her finger tapped the inscription on the cross guard, written in runes, “For he who is my other half.” She glanced up at him. “My uncle made one for me and one for Runa for our 21st.” It was significant what she was telling him, Shauwn died when she was 16, this was never meant for him. This was meant for Mike and only for Mike. She twisted her fingers around the chain so the bead rested in her palm, and she stared into his eyes. “I never left your life and I’ll always be there. I…” she glances at the velvet bag and the still closed note and looks back at him. “You never read it…Mike I can’t breath without you, that’s why I sent it back. You said to drink it and know my lungs worked, but they don’t, not without you. I don’t know why or how it happened, but it did. You are my universe and everything stops when you aren’t here.”
Revna

Mike took the blade and set it carefully to the side. He took both of her hands in his and looked down at her. “I’m always there. I always have been. Since the first moment we met, I have been here…” and he pressed his palm to her chest, right above her heart. “Even when you were gone… during your surgery… I was right there. And I’m not going anywhere. Even when we are apart… we are still one. Us. Always.” and he smiled. “Hang on a second.” and he moved to where the bottle and bag were sitting. He put his back to Revna and for a long moment his arms and hands moved but she couldn’t see what he was doing. Finally he turned around.

In his hand was a loop made from the gold rope drawstring of the black velvet bag. He looked at her and took her left hand and slowly slid the loop on her ring finger. “Revna Freya Edman… you are my life… you are my breath and my blood… you are everything that makes me want to live. Please… marry me.”

Mike

She watched curiously but quietly while Mike did whatever it was he was doing. She looked at the loop as he slid it on her finger. She blinked, she was gonna cry, she was simply that happy. She slid a hand along his jaw line and behind his neck. She smiled into his eyes. “Yes, Michael McKenzie I’m going to be your wife. Where and when?” But he didn’t have a chance to answer because then she kissed him deeply, affirming how much he meant to her. She took the chain and dropped it back under his shirt, next to his skin and over his heart and then pressed her palm flat against his chest.
Revna

He kissed her back, his big arms arms wrapped around her and he pulled her into an embrace that promised he would never let her go.

He pulled back slightly from the kiss and said “So now that its been determined that you can’t live without me, what are we gonna do about sleeping arrangements? I’ve been crashed out on a drummer’s couch for six days.” and he looked at the bed and then back to her and then laughed.

Mike

“Awww poor Mike, stuck on a couch…six days? How did you…you know what it doesn’t matter. I know who’s on Atlantis, enough said.” She shook her head and kissed him again, softly. “You can have the bed, I’ll take the couch…”
Renva

Mike looked at her… blinked… blinked… blinked…

“Mrs. McKenzie… you had best be joking. If you’re not, we’re both gonna wind up on the floor.” he said with a deadpan look, but with a twinkle in his eye.

Mike

Oh she liked that, Mrs. McKenzie. She smiled looked him right in the eye and shrugged, barely containing her laughter, “I thought you would be more comfortable on the bed, but if you prefer the floor I won’t stop you.” She stepped out of his arms and reached over grabbing a pillow and tossed it at him. “There ya go.” She bit her lip but then started to laugh, unable to keep it in any longer.
Mrs. McKenzie

Mike shook his head and laughed with her. “I am so gonna have to keep on my toes around you.” and he picked her straight up off the floor and wrapped his big arms around her and spun her around, laughing and smiling at her.

Mike

She tipped her head back and laughed while he spun her around. “I warned you, months ago. You said you could handle it. You’re stuck with me now.” Then she kissed him one more time before her feet touched the ground. “Alright, dinner, or?” She grinned wickedly at him and then turned to glare at the door as the chime rang. “Ms Edman?” She sighed and looked at Mike. “I dare you to tell them there is no Ms Edman here.” She knew the voice, it was Krissy a very young girl who’d earned an internship with the diplomatic corp.
Ms Edman who?

Mike shrugged and set her down and went to the door and opened it. “Sorry, no Ms. Edman here.” he said firmly, trying not to laugh.

Mike

The Talaxian girl looked at the information on the PaDD she was holding and then at the number by the door. “This is her room.” And she looked up, up and up at Mike. “Who are you? Where’s Ms Edman? And what are you doing in her room?” The girl’s voice was a little strained. Mike heard a sigh from behind him, and then she moved around him. “It’s okay Krissy. What is it? I’d like to get settled so I’m ready for my meetings tomorrow.” Krissy nodded, “The ambassador asked me to bring this to you.” She just stood there and Revna sighed again. “Krissy.” her voice was firm but kind and the girl looked back at her. “Oh…um, here.” She handed Revna the PaDD. “Thank you Krissy. Go get some sleep.” She waited for the girl to move down the hallway before turning back to Mike. “They gave me an intern…” She glanced at the PaDD and rolled her eyes. “0600 is too early for formal wear. No wonder diplomats are always on edge.” She tossed the PaDD on the table and picked up her drink and downed about half of it. She set the glass down and smiled at him. “Where were we?”
Revna

Revna sighed, “Discretion Krissy.

Mike smiled and said “You suggested dinner… or…” and he stepped to her and put his hands on her waist. “But my love… you have a new gig, and you need to make a good first impression. So. In that vein…” and kissed her for a moment and then pulled back, “… what say we order room service and do our best to make sure each if us can’t stop smiling or thinking about the other all the time you are at work tomorrow?”

Mike


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