Intergalactic Drama Llama

Posted June 15, 2021, 9:28 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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But Mike wasn’t in the bedroom. The soft sound of him humming came from the spare room. Mike was humming away as he hung the pictures above the rack where his guitars sat lined up. “Punk Kids And Crayons… catchy title, yeah?” he said as he felt her eyes on him and he smiled as he hung up another picture. “This keeps up, I may have to open the Government Kills media accounts again. Let the lads know we have a new generation of fans to teach the ways of punk to.” and he laughed softly.

Mike ‘More Kids Need Mohawks’ McKenzie

Revna smiled as she stood in the doorway. “I love it. I think the kids will too, and the media accounts aren’t a bad idea.” She walked over, looking at each of the pictures. Some she could recognize who the child was based on how they drew, but most by their name written in the corner by Runa. She grinned, “I think, based on how many of these are Government Kills I think you already have a new generation of fans.” She looked at one and laughed, “It’s you.” It was a picture of a very big guy, from a child’s perspective, so stomach down wearing jeans and the main body of a guitar, and wearing a bar apron. “Lornak. He lives with his aunt on board. Lost his mom about a year ago.”

“When you’re done with the fan mail, how do you feel about going and shopping so it’s done?” Revna wasn’t in a hurry to end their time alone but it needed to be done and she didn’t want to have to rush later to get it done.
Revna ‘Our Kids Will Have Mohawks ‘ McKenzie

Mike nodded. “Shopping with my wife… I can think of worse ways to spend time.” he said as he moved past her towards the bedroom. A quick pinch on her hiney and he chuckled and said “I can think of better, too!” as he ran into the bedroom and out of arm’s reach of retaliation.

Mike ‘Especially Our Daughters’ McKenzie

Revna jumped just a bit as he pinched her and then laughed enjoying the show as he ran down the hallway. “Mike, Honey, you know that’s a dead end right?” She didn’t bother to run. Oh he was going to get payback, but Revna could wait. They still had days and days left. She made her way into the bedroom not a care in the world. Except to figure out where he went incase he was up to something. She moved over towards the dresser pulling out something he’d never seen her in: low rider skinny jeans and a ribbed knit to off the shoulder crop top that showed off just enough skin.
Revna ‘Retaliation Takes Many Forms’ McKenzie

The sound of running water came from the bathroom and Mike’s voice could be heard singing a refrain from some Klingon song of some sort. “Hey! If we are going out in public, we both need a shower! So get in here, wife, and make me regret agreeing to leave our home today!” and he laughed and went back to singing.

Mike ‘Klingon Opera Is High Class Punk Rock’ McKenzie

Revna tossed the clothes onto the bed and walked over to the bathroom door. She stood there a moment leaning against the frame watching his silhouette through the frosted glass and steam and listening to his voice. Life changed so quickly in a matter of seconds, mere moments. Revna knew that better than a lot of people. Just a week week ago she’d boarded the station with the knowledge that Mike hadn’t answered her letter and the heart breaking realization she may never see him again. But there were larger forces than her own point of view at work in the universe, and Mike had already been here waiting for her, and now she was his wife. Out of all the things that defined her that was the one that mattered most to her, but she also knew, as much as she would ache without him, she had to take this chance. She had to find her identity again. It wasn’t good for either of them if she didn’t. Revna wasn’t going to go back to living a half life, not with Mike. He breathed life and love and passion into her.

He continued to sing and his voice pulled at her, insistent and firm. She stood up from the door way and walked across the tiles and slipped into the shower. “Doesn’t matter what we do or don’t do, as long as you are there, there will be no regrets.” One hand reached up around his shoulders to the back of his neck and pulled him down to her. She kissed him, cutting off the sound of his song. There was passion, but more there was Love deep, solid, smoldering, eternal. A claiming of him and a pledging of herself. It didn’t seem to end, the steam and water moving around them.
Revna ‘The Gods Blessed Me’ McKenzie

And end it didn’t… not for some time at least.

When they were finally spent, refreshed, spent again and refreshed again; then they got dressed and left the apartment. Mike looked at her and smiled as the entered the merchant and shopping area of the station and said “Ok, wife… what do we need?”

Mike ‘Who Knew Showers Could Be So Dirty’ McKenzie

Revna had her hand laced through Mike’s while they walked. She looked up at him and blushed. “Umm…I can’t remember....” She honestly couldn’t recall right off the top of her head, she was thinking about other things. She glanced around the merchant area, “Oh clothes. We both said we needed something more appropriate for official functions. And a jeweler.” She held up her left hand where the braided and twisted cord sat on her finger, “Before this frays. Oh and whatever we need for dinner for Ambassador S’Tek.”
Revna ‘Same with the Tub’ McKenzie

Mike chuckled and said “Mmm hmmm… I know what you were thinking about. Who knew I could hold my breath that long?” and he laughed. “Tell you what… you get the food, I’ll hit the jeweler, and then I’ll meet you back here in, say… an hour and go for clothes. Sound good?”

Mike ‘I Might Actually Like Shopping’ McKenzie

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