Posted Jan. 30, 2021, 9:33 p.m. by Commander D'Vash Odinson (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Terry Sullivan)
Posted by Civilian Runa Siff Edman (Education Specialist) in Contests and Mead - The Holodeck
Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Contests and Mead - The Holodeck
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D’vash laughed as the banner came into view. He slowed and turned into a hockey stop as he crossed the finish line. Raising the goggles above his eyes, he looked back up the slope watching for Runa as she continued down the hill. He kicked out of the skis and rested them and the poles against a rack and waited. He needed to see Runa’s face as she crossed the line. . . . . .
Odinson (CIO)
Runa saw the silhouette appear, land and disappear down the hill. There was no way she was catching him. The speed at which he disappeared was astounding. Where did he learn that? It occurred to her at that point she was in a lot of trouble. The banner came into view and she groaned. She came to a neat little hockey stop as well, right beside him. Her face was flushed, and not from the cold. She’d lost…horribly. She’d just kept digging herself deeper and deeper into a hole, and he’d let her. This was worse than him ‘arresting her’ earlier before dinner. She’d made a total fool of herself. She lifted the goggles up and off her head. Her eyes showing her surprise, wariness, humor. She flushed deeper knowing exactly what she was going to have to do, now that he won. She stepped out of her skis, her eyes never leaving him, even when she knelt to pick them up and walk over to the rack. She leaned the skis and poles with the others and dropped the goggles and gloves there too.
It had been a long time since Runa had lost a bet, and there was no way she was talking her way out of this one. As she stood there staring at him, it hit her hard that they weren’t kids anymore. In fact, it was something she’d been trying to ignore most of the night. D’Vash had grown up, and physically made her pulse race. She made a slow appraisal of him from head to toe and back again. And if the way his sense of humor had stayed around was any indication, his personality had matured in an equally impressive way. She took two steps away from the rack and back towards him, finally looking away and at the banner and back at him. “You win.”
“I never had a doubt. Now. . . . .you owe me something. . . . “
D’vash was about to give her a break and reveal she didn’t have to show him, but before he could say anything else. . . .
She turned around, hooked a thumb into her waist band, swallowed and pulled it down, enough for him to get good luck at that dimple he was so fascinated with. Then she returned her waist band where it belonged. Now the question was…she’d wagered him the original bet. Did he remember that, or was she off the hook now? She turned back around grinning devilishly at him.
Runa EdmanD’vash mirrored her grin as she turned back around. “I was about to let you off the hook, but glad I didn’t. That dimple has gotten more cute than I remember. Or maybe it’s just that the derriere it’s attached to has filled out in all the right places. I was always curious to see if there was a matching one on the other side. I mean, you don’t have to show me, but my win was pretty definitive. I’m just saying. . . .”
He was going to let her off the hook? His mother may have raised a gentleman, but D’Vash still had a devilish side. “I always make good on my bets.” Oh and there it was, he wanted to see if she had another one? She blushed furiously. Not only at the request but his appraisal. But now with his request she was in trouble. She did make good on her bets. The original bet had been he could touch it. So now he was asking to know if she had another one…and banking on the fact he won so impressively. Did he remember or not? Well, she’d try something else instead. “You don’t know already?” She grinned, “You spent enough time spying on us, I would think you’d know the answer already.” And because Runa never knew when to stop, she wiggled her hips as she walked past him.
He turned toward the fire and poured two glasses of the now warm mead, realizing for the first time that Revna had left them alone. . . on purpose?”
Odinson (CIO)
She looked around, and no Revna. She didn’t expect to find her, not with the banner displayed so decisively. She was worried momentarily, that Revna wasn’t feeling well, but the folded blanket told her that Revna left, and was just fine. She turned back around muttering about twin sisters that meddle too much. She took a glass of the warm mead and sipped it. “I’m biased, but honestly, my Da makes the best mead.” She sat down close enough to the fire to be warm but far enough away to be comfortable. Her grin daring him to join her.
Runa EdmanHe returned the grin in kind and slid down beside her, moving in close. “You know, it was probably that incident when we were kids that made me swear off any kind of alcohol for years. Only drank the stuff when it was required for undercover work, and Intel has some wonderful anti-intoxicating drugs so you don’t lose control when you’re doing covert ops. That can mean the difference between life and death.”
Runa spread the blanket out, letting half of it cover him and turned to the side, just a bit, so she could look at him. “I felt like I was sick for days. Every time we’d come out of our room my mother would laugh at us and that only mad Da mad all over again and the yelling would start.” She listened to him talk for a moment somewhat about his work. He’d said earlier he was the CIO on board and Runa had an idea of what that meant. She wasn’t Star Fleet, but she wasn’t stupid either. “You know I visited the resort over the years. My parents started going back, every high holiday, and I joined them a couple times before I left Earth. I always asked your mom how you were doing, and she would give me this bored generic, ‘he’s fine out there somewhere,’ waving at the sky. I thought she was still mad a me for all the trouble I got you into. But she didn’t know did she?” She took a sip of the mead, warmed and spiced it was very good, and deceptively easy going down, hence the sips. But she found she didn’t like the idea of D’Vash going into live and death situations. “Do you still do work like that, now?”
“Much of what I did was highly classified, so I couldn’t tell her even if I wanted too. I would contact her when I could and tell her I was posted to a top secret base, analyzing information. That seemed to put her at ease, but I know she still worried. As the XO on my previous ship, the amount of danger did decrease, but I missed being in the field. I had a few opportunities for XO positions on other ships, but I needed to get back in the field. The CIO position here was offered to me, so I took it. And I’m very glad I did. It gave me a chance to get reacquainted with you and Revna.”
He took a swallow of the mead. “Yes, much better than the last time. Who knows, maybe it’ll lower some inhibitions and open the door for other. . . .excitement?”
Odinson (CIO)
Runa contemplated him over the rim of her cup for a moment and grinned. “It certainly could.” She raised her glass a little, not quite in a toast, knowing Runa, more of a dare and took a long swallow of the warmed mead. “But lowered inhibitions and excitement can lead to unexpected results. So truth or dare, Vash,” she tapped his upper arm her eyes dancing, “come tomorrow morning, do you still want to be my ‘brother’ or something else?”
Runa Edman
D’vash grinned. “Truth. and the truth is, that as two consenting adults, I think ‘something else’ is worth investigating.”
There it was now out in the open. The innuendoes they had spoken about all night were revealed. D’vash was attracted to Runa, there was no doubt. The cute 11 year old he had a crush on had grown up into a beautiful, well developed woman. He enjoyed seeing the dimple on her butt cheek and was hoping that it would lead to more.
“Now, it’s your turn. Truth or dare,” he said with slightly more emphasis on the dare.
Odinson (CIO)
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