Marishka's Quarters - House Call

Posted Nov. 25, 2022, 12:36 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Akirel Ros (Chief Engineer) in Marishka’s Quarters - House Call

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Marishka’s Quarters - House Call

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Akirel Ros (Chief Engineer) in Marishka’s Quarters - House Call
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Just after 8am the following morning after Ros had met Marishka at the Parthenon, he rang the chime to her quarters. As promised Ros stood outside with tool kit in hand and belt slung at a jaunty angle across his waist, the yellow tunic of the Engineering division creaseless and ready for a days work. In his other hand, was his oversized metal flagon full with black, strong coffee.

It wasn’t exactly the crack of dawn, but his shift didn’t start until 7am and running an engineering department on a floating city did take a little time each morning to make sure work orders, maintenance requests and other trivial daily tasks were being seen to. Repairing someone’s shower wasn’t normally in the purview of the CE, but it had been a while since Ros had gotten dirty outside of his engine room and office, and it was a good opportunity to get familiar with some area’s of the ship.

A slow smirk spread on his lips as he waited. Marishka was part Orion, and he could imagine that being slightly distracting for some members of his crew. It wasn’t as if he was taking one for the team, but Ros knew that if she was distracting at all for him, it wasn’t going to be for the reasons most people assumed. Another large mouthful of coffee and Ros closed his eyes. When he opened them again seconds later, the intense green had faded somewhat towards the soft warmth of amber.

Akirel Ros, CE

When Ross opened his eyes the door to Marishka’s quarters was open. The strong, yet pleasant, scent of incense wafted through the open door and Marishka was walking towards him looking tousled, frazzled, in a slightly askew sheer night gown. Reaching to her left she picked up a small throw blanket form a chair, shook her head, then put it back down.

“Wow, you’re actually here. Come on in Chief. Let’s see if we can get this place steamy.”

  • Marishka

The pause that Ros took at the door might have seemed like a momentary bout of indecision but it was quickly apparent by the casual way that he raised the cup of coffee once more and took a drink, while simultaneously looking at Marishka, that he was simply taking his time and enjoying what he saw. Finally, he stepped through the door and let it slide shut behind him.

“I’m a man of my word,” Ros replied. “I said I would come, so here I am. I’m just glad I caught you at home.” Ros grinned at her, remembering her words the previous night. Considering Marishka’s appearance there was nothing bashful about the way that Ros spoke, nor was there any rise of color to his cheeks despite him never taking his eyes off her. If she expected him to act modest in her presence considering what she was wearing, Ros outright believed she wouldn’t have worn it in the first place, but, as she herself had said, caution and modesty were two different things. In his own opinion, she certainly had no reason to be modest, the way she looked.

“Did I arrive at a bad moment?” Ros asked her while he walked towards her slowly, then looked towards the bedroom, “Or a good one? You did mention you might not wake up alone. Hopefully if you have company, they don’t mind me checking your plumbing.” Leaning forwards a little, he made it clear he was breathing in her scent. “You smell good,” he grinned. “Like breakfast tequila and pheromones, one of my favourite combinations.” Raising his cup he took another drink of coffee, then placed it down on the table in her room so it was out of the way while he got to work.

Akirel Ros, CE

Marishka liked the fact that he just got on with it while engaging in bold, yet playful, banter. With one hand, she reached up and swept her long dark hair back across her shoulders. It fell to the tops of her thighs and was just beginning to let some streaks of her natural copper show through. She had started choreographing the subtle change weeks ago.

With the other hand she smoothed out the wispy gold and scarlet nightie. It barely covered anything but, at least she could say she was dressed. The smoothing only accentuated her sculpted body.

“Bad as in I had no company last night. Good as in I’m finally done with my morning workout. It is actually about time for breakfast. That must be one of the things you’re smelling.” she said smiling at him.

  • Marishka

Ros made an exaggerated show of smelling the air for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Must be, I can definitely smell what you’re cooking”. His smirk changed slowly into an easy smile. “What’s on the menu? I generally fast until mid day, but what you’re serving smells worth being bad for.”

Turning towards the door to the bedroom, he paused and turned his head back to her, casually pointing towards the door. “An educated guess tells me your shower is this way? Want to show me how I can get your water flowing before you sit down to breakfast? Can’t have you going without a shower after your workout can we.”

Akirel Ros, CE

Marishka poured a cup of coffee and followed Ross into her bedroom. Walking quickly, she came up close behind him.

“Do you need to play with it much to get it going? Or is there a constant drip? Walk me through it, nobody just goes in blind without having an idea of what needs fixing no matter how good they are with their hands or what tool they have available.” He spoke quietly enough but slowed to a pause as she came up behind him, not yet reaching the door to the ensuite that branched off from her bedroom.

“It doesn’t matter how I play with it, it never get’s hot enough for me.” she said leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “Are you sure you’re the man that can fix this problem for me?”

  • Marishka

“Well that entirely depends on your expectations around how hot it needs to be,” Ros answered casually, turning his head slightly to look back at her out of the corner of his eye. “But I can guarantee you that I’ll be happy with my work.”

Turning to face the woman, Ros looked down slowly and his gaze lingered, then he raised those eyes to meet hers. His hand reached forward. A moment later and he lifted the coffee out of her hand and took a sip. “It’s not bad,” he nodded as he handed it back to Marishka. “Maybe a little too sweet for my taste though.”

At that point Ros stepped back and adjusted his tool belt so the various tools of his trade were easier to reach, as the doors to the bathroom slid open behind him at his approach. In the low light of the room, his eyes could almost seem to glow as their amber gave the impression they could radiate heat.

Akirel Ros

Marishka’s silver eyes looked intently into Ross’.

“You are a very lucky man. I usually do not allow people to take anything that is mine whether it’s a cup of coffee or, well, anything. Next time you might not be so lucky.” she said putter her coffee down ont he bedside table.

“Next time, huh?” Ros grinned, the clear tease in his words that there might be a next time.

Brushing past him, she made certain to make as much body contact as she felt she could blame on the cramped space and began to play with the shower controls.

“See, this is exactly what I’m talking about. It just never gets hot enough. What do they think I am, Andorian?”

  • Marishka

“Only if they are colour blind.” Ros glanced at her but just as quickly went back to what he was doing with the tricorder. A quick scan revealed the layout of the plumbing behind the wall, the control center of the units heat sensor and management programming.

“Hold it there a moment,” he held up a hand and pointed at one spot she was to turn the control to. “I might just be able to…”

Ros stepped forward and lifted his foot, giving the wall in one specific spot a good, solid kick. The sudden jolt at that particular junction was aimed to loosen what Ros could see in his scan, something restricting the flow of water, especially the hot, from the systems junction.

That jolt seemed to do something, because as Marishka stood playing with the controls the gentle water flow became a sudden jet of water that was much warmer than what she had been showing Ros, but not hot yet.

Ros, CE

Marishka glared at Ross the proceeded to pout and flip her long messed hair back over her shoulder.

“Now look what you’ve done. I’m all wet and not even close to being hot enough. You swore you were the man with the tools for the job. I’m sorry sweetie, feet just aren’t my thing. Have you got anything stronger on that tool belt?”

She eyed him up and down like a fine piece of meat.

  • Marishka

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