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Intergalactic Drama Llama

Posted June 7, 2021, 9:33 a.m. by Civilian Michael 'Big Mike' McKenzie (Scottish Lord) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Intergalactic Drama Llama

Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Scottish Lord) in Intergalactic Drama Llama

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Intergalactic Drama Llama
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“Really? Good for him. Might want to warn Seamus, Ragna…she knows how to use that blade of hers. 2391 she won her first world championship, after demanding to fight the male champion because there were no female competitors and being injured, took her left arm out, couldn’t use it. He better hide anything sharp or pointy. Don’t tell Ragna she’ll love it, she’ll try to drag him off herself before Seamus gets the chance to go get her. Really you McKenzie boys are just rebels and bad boys all the way around aren’t you? Threaten to kill parliament, try to break him out of jail…tsk…tsk…tsk” Revna turned all the way around to look at him, moving the robe out of the way to keep from it getting twisted, and gave Mike a once over. “Should I be worried I’m here…all....alone…with one half of such a dynamic bad boy duo?” Her eyes dancing mischievously and she winked at him before turning back around so he could finish with her hair. The braids were intricate and took a while to put up, and to take out.

Revna ‘They Will Be Our Problem One Day’ McKenzie

“Oh, you should be worried all right.” Mike said softly as he worked to undo another braid. “And you should also be thankful I’m a professional guitar player or these would never come out.” and he chuckled. “But I do like doing this…” and he bent his head low and kissed and then softly bit her where her shoulder and neck met.

Mike ‘Yeah… This Is Trouble.’ McKenzie

“Oh whatever shall I do? I should warn you, my husband is a great big, strong, Scott, an efficient brawler, and he doesn’t share.” There was easy laughter in her voice. “I really like it too.” It was such an intimate thing, and Revna loved it Revna closed her eyes as he kissed her skin and then hissed in a breath with a soft moan. “Mike we really need to actually move in if we are having guests, that means getting out of bed.” She sounded extremely disappointed.

Revna ‘I have a thing for bad boys, who knew?’ McKenzie

“Does that mean getting out of bed right now? Because I still have braids to deal with, and you owe me for the hair styling.” he said softly and undid the last of the braids and then wrapped his arms around her and bit some more, following each nibble with a soft kiss as his hands began to roam of their own accord.

Mike ‘I’m Not Bad But I Can Pretend’ McKenzie

“Hmmm…no, but while you work I better send him the invitation or I’ll forget…again.” She grabbed a PaDD and, while Mike finished undoing the braids, very quickly sent a short but formal invitation to S’Tek to dinner on a night of his choosing, in thanks for the change in accomodations. She sent it and placed the PaDD off to the side. She looked over her shoulder at him, a mock half confused half accusatory expression on her face. “Owe you for styling? You didn’t put them back in. Besides you’re the one who messed them up to begin with.” As he wrapped his arms around her she leaned back, head on his shoulder, eyes closed, savoring the quiet and intimacy between them. Until he felt her stomach tighten, and then again as his hands roamed. She bit her lip and then laughed a short quick sound, and then she grabbed his wrists, “No, oh my gods no....” She was laughing and squirming away. “Mike…laughter....Not fair…more laughter…I’m ticklish.”
Revna ‘Oh No’ McKenzie

“Oh… I know…” Mike replied wickedly and his fingers began poking and fidgeting in all the spots that made her giggle and squirm (in a good way). That went on for several minutes before his fingers and kisses began making her squirm in an entirely different way…

Mike ‘Don’t Tell Me What I Know’ McKenzie

Revna squirmed, giggled, tried to escape, tried to get even, but to no avail…and then he was kissing her again. She kissed him for awhile before pulling back, “You are an amazing man, Michael.” Then she proceeded to prove it.


The worst part about unpacking was not unpacking. Half of her things had to go to Manhattan and so she had to decide what went where. The princess get up has to go with her, for those super formal occasions, and if she every needed to make a point. The sequin dress was staying. “Mike, you still haven’t told me why you wanted one of my dresses.” The ornate chest was staying, and probably most of what was in it. Revna actually didn’t have a lot of clothes. She’d been wearing uniforms for so long. The red dress she wore to dinner was staying. She smiled and blushed, she would only wear that for Mike. A trip shopping, shudder might be in order.

Revna ‘I hate Buying Clothes’ McKenzie

“No, I didn’t. You are correct. I guess thats why you got this gig. Strong observational skills and such.” Mike said over his shoulder as he stuffed band t-shirts into a drawer in his section of the chest of drawers. He stood back and put his hands on his hips, scowling. Then he lifted a led, slammed a foot into the drawer and closed with a loud BANG. Nodding in satisfaction, he turned and looked at Revna and said “Yeah… I’m gonna need more clothes if I’m playing dutiful husband while my wife gallivants across the quadrant with some dashing star ship Captain.”

Mike ‘But I Like Jeans And T Shirts’ McKenzie

She grinned, “You can only dodge answering so long Mike.” She walked over placing several personal clothing items in a drawer. She looked at the kicked closed drawer. “The suit you have will be just fine. If he wants something more formal tell him to shove it where his logic can’t reach.” She took his hands, “Mike, you don’t have to do this.” She looked at him puzzled, “Is Manhattan getting a new captain that I’m not aware of? Because surely you aren’t talking about Cochrane. He is far too scrawny and contentious looking with that hawk like nose of his.” She laid one hand over his heart and looked up into his amazing green eyes. “Right here, I’ve been right here since the moment I set foot on your ship, and I will always be here. I was made for you Mike, and I belong to you and only you.” She stretched up on her toes and kissed him, pouring all her love for him into it. This wasn’t about passion, but about how he was her other half, the air she breathed, and the rhythm of her heart. She slowly pulled away. “I don’t have to go.”
Revna ‘Are you Jelous?’ McKenzie

Mike smiled down at her and said “One. I know that you are mine. And I know that I am yours. And I know… beyond a shadow of doubt… that there isn’t another in existence that can love you like I do. Two. Yeah, you do. ‘Cause its your job. And you’re gonna be damn good at it. And three? Three is part of me being yours is doing what I can to make you look good. If that means putting on a suit and playing dutiful husband and host? So be it. Small price to pay to have you.” and he leaned down and kissed her, returning all the love he had to her.

Mike ‘Jellus? Can’t Even Spell It’ McKenzie

Revna grinned as she kissed him back. “You say the most incredible things.” She hugged him, head on his chest, and was still for several moments. Then she moved back to the crate and dug through more clothes, dividing them out. Pant suits and the long duster length vests were going, and so was the dress she wore the night at the Eclipse bar. The dress she wore to the magistrate was staying. “Well that is in the wrong box.” Revna pulled out a beautiful, unstrung, red oak recurve bow and quiver of matching arrows with various tips on them. “This can stay here. I would hope I won’t need it.” She set it to the side and pulled out several photos.
Revna ‘Never Know What You’ll Find’ McKenzie

Mike looked at it and a serious look came over his face. “Look. I’ve never been in Star Fleet, but even I know crap goes sideways a lot. Take it. Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it… right?”

Mike ‘Be Prepared’ McKenzie

Revna laughed but with very little humor, “True, but I can’t even string it anymore. I’m not quite there yet in my recovery.” But she picked it up anyway and put it in the crate with the things she was taking. She picked up a photo and smiled looking at it. A much younger Revna, about 15 stood at the tiller of a mid sized dragon boat, she was laughing, the wind pulling her beaded hair away from her. Slightly behind and on another boat was Runa, face determined. “Beat her by 2 boat lengths that year. Sailed through a storm too. You’d be surprised the sailing skills you learn on water fairing ship can be applied to star ships.”
Revna ‘Never Forget What You Learn’ McKenzie

“Yeah… cause wind speeds and tides make a huge difference at Warp7.” Mike said and laughed. He moved the lid of a crate and cocked his head to the side. “Uh… Rev? Want to try explaining that?” and he grinned and pointed into the crate to a set of leather restraints, handcuffs, and black leather one piece jumpsuit with a zipper up the back. On top was a small white envelope with a lipstick kiss mark set in the center.

Mike ‘I am NOT getting in that’ McKenzie


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