Posted May 19, 2021, 8 p.m. by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in You are Such a Snob
Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in You are Such a Snob
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“Thats fantastic. Let’s eat in bed… lose the robe. It’d be a shame to get food on it, right?” and he reached down and untied the belt. “Now, I hear your stomach grumbling, so let’s eat… then you can inspire another song.” and he led her back into the other room.
He picked up the boxes and set them in the middle of the bed. As the stasis fields powered down, the aroma of the food wafted through the air. Then it was Mike’s stomach turn to grumble. He pointed a finger at his wife and said “No distracting us. We need to eat, woman.” and he grinned at her.
Revna paused, robe half off her shoulders, showing peeks at her back. She turned to look at him, her eyes smoldering. “Oh Mike, my dear sweet Husband. If you want no distractions,” She lifted a delicate shoulder and pulled the robe back up, over lapped the front firmly and retied the belt, “then you shall have none.” She curled up on the far opposite corner of the bed from him, and reached for the fritter and the last of her appetizer flight: the stout. She sipped it and made a face. “Eh, it’s a bit bland.”
“Hey. I love you. Just wanted you to know that.” he said as he picked up a beer and took a drink.
Mike ‘Noone Wants To Stop For Food’ McKenzie
She stopped in the middle of getting up and smiled at him. “I know. I love you too.” She left the room and returned with two glasses of water and sat back on her corner. She reached across the bed to hand him the water, the robe shifting just enough. She waited, “Mike, honey, take the water.”
Revna ‘Was that a Challenge?’ McKenzieMike was staring, and then his eyes shifted up and he said “I’m sorry, but there is dress code for this establishment. Lose the robe, lady. Or no food for you.” and he began to slide the food towards him, his eyes going back to where the robe had ‘accidentally’ slipped.
Mike ‘Yeah Im Staring Whats It To You’ McKenzie
Revna sat up slowly, the gap in the robe closing, as she had her own little staring session. She laughed softly, “But Mike, you said no distractions.” Her eyes travelled from his eyes across his form and back again. The gaze that returned to his was hungry, and not for food, and there was an obvious blush to her skin. “But if you insist.” She untied the belt and the robe pooled around her where she sat. She reached over to snag a roll before he had the food totally out of reach.
Revna ‘Make up your mind’ McKenzie
“Thanks. I’d have hated to call the bouncers” and he picked up a fritter and popped it in his mouth as he grinned at her. “I think we should just have a naked rule in our house. When its just us, no clothes. It’ll just make so many things less complicated.” and he laughed and then took a drink of beer, but his eyes danced across her body and there was a noticeable rapidity to his food consumption.
Mike ‘Clothing Optional’ McKenzie
“Less complicated sounds very,” she met his gaze, laughter in her eyes, “stimulating.” She reached over and took one of the bowls of what looked like gumbo and had a richy heady aroma and one of the beers, which had a strange citrus kick to it. She slipped the beer quietly and then, “Speaking of our house. There is something I’d like to do today, together.” She grinned, watching the rapidly disappearing food on his plate. She deliberately took extra time to savor her own food and winked at him.
Revna ‘some moments should be savored’ McKenzie
“If it involves you getting dressed, I’m not a fan.” and he wiggled his eyebrows at her and grinned. He tried one of the ambers and made a face. “Oh, that is not good. Here, try it.” and he held it out to her and laughed. He took a bite of some kind of vegetable and chewed slowly, looking at her.
“So… what is it you have in mind, darling wife?”
Mike ‘What Are You Up To’ McKenzie
He made her laugh and blush and made her feel wonderfully nervous. She supposed if she was younger she would be more embarrassed by it, but she loved Mike. He was her husband. Why shouldn’t he know the effect his words and actions had on her, and in turn why shouldn’t she enjoy it? Absolutely no reason, that’s what. She grinned, “Then you aren’t going to like this.” She took the beer from him and sniffed at it. Brewing mead was different from brewing beer, but either way you got used to the pungent and off-putting smell that occurs at points in the fermenting process, but this was....foul. But she tried it anyway. “Oh....ugh....” She leaned over, stretching to reach the side table and set the glass down and pushed it as far away from herself as possible. She leaned back up and downed half her glass of water. “That was…terrible.” She mock glared at him, “I thought you were supposed to be a beer snob. Why? Why would you give me that?”
“If I had to drink it, you have to drink it. We’re a team.”
She hesitated, or paused, looking for the right words. “Being part of the Ambassador’s staff I was given…before we got married, so now we have a permanent residence on the station. I thought maybe we could go see it.”
Revna, ‘I want it to be ours‘ McKenzie
Mike looked at her and said with a sly grin “Revna Freya McKenzie… are you asking me to move in with you?”
Mike ‘Somebody Get The Movers’ McKenzie
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