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The New CAG - That Evening

Posted March 23, 2020, 12:54 p.m. by Mar. Captain Eleanor "Iron Lady" Carnegie (Recon Squadron CO/Pilot) (Joana Ribeiro)

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The alarm clock on the bedside table sounded at precisely 0630. Well… “on” is a… relative… term. The small, black nightstand was halfway across the room and the clock was on its side against the corridor-side wall… a stray pillow half covering it. In the bed, what was left of it anyway, the young couple lay naked and intertwined in a tangle of sweat-stained sheets, a Steelers throw blanket, and a single pillow shared by the two. Ellie nestled snuggly against Mal’s chest which, along with his back and arms, was passion-marked after a night filled with bout after bout of pleasure, exhaustion and fun. The remains of the bed were a wreck, nearly half the mattress pushed off the base but the gently-stirring couple didn’t seem to mind one bit.

It was Mal who first creeped open an eye and with a dreary smile, softly kissed Ellie’s forehead and whispered. “Hey cutie… reveille. You wanna take the first shower while I put your room back together?” His brown eyes glowed as they looked down into hers.

Malcolm

Eleanor stirred gently against Malcolm’s chest before nuzzling him further and softly groaning something in protest. He would be able to feel what seemed to be a failed attempt at kiss on his chest followed by the wet feeling of drool dripping on his skin. There was a loud snore and Eleanor went back to sleep.

Eleanor

It took a few minutes for Malcolm to realize that the woman currently leaving a pool on his chest was not going to be awoke so easily. Gently, the Marine slid from beneath Ellie’s resting heading… carefully laying it on his pillow. Then he quietly tiptoed to the replicator and punched in an order, on silent display mode, for a fresh uniform & boxers… a toothbrush, razor, shaving cream and toothpaste… and as soon as it was in his hands, Mal was off to the bathroom.

Almost exactly 20 minutes later, the Marine officer stepped out… cleaned shaved in a flight suit and boots. He then went about putting the room back together, picking up shed clothing and making sure they hadn’t broke anything.

Eleanor stirred in her sleep and turned to the other side, as Malcolm arranged the items around the room.

15 minutes after he left the shower, the smell of coffee drifted through the room as Dawkins settled on the edge… what he thought was the edge… of the bed and kissed Ellie’s cheek. “Babe… you gotta get up. I rep’ed some coffee.” He said softly as he patted her shoulder.

Malcolm

It was the smell of coffee that woke Eleanor, followed by the sweet tones of Malcolm’s voice, and the tenderness of his kiss.

“Mmm?” Came Eleanor’s quizzical sleepy tone, and she opened a sleepy eye to look at the dashing pilot sitting on the edge of her bed. A happy smile settled on her lips.

“For how long have you been up?” She asked, as she sat up on the bed. “You look nice.” Eleanor commented before planting a kiss on his cheek. “And you smell good.” Wrapping her arms around Malcolm’s neck for a moment in a loving embrace, Carnegie’s hand searched the bedside table for her glasses. “So, where’s that coffee you were talking about?” She rubbed her eyes before placing the old Earth specs over her nose. She seemed more awake now. “Silver lining of not having been promoted. If I get to the Flight deck half an hour late, Chuck will be the only one complaining.” Eleanor said with a wink, referring to her crew chief. Taking his hand, she walked to the living space on her quarters.

Eleanor

Malcolm laughed and gave Ellie another peck on the cheek. “Sadly… I on the other hand did, and I have to be in the office soon.” With a wink, Dawkins motioned to a set of freshly replicated flightsuit on the nightstand. “I pulled your profile… so that should fit nicely. Figured you’d like a fresh one after last night. Shower’s free by the way.” Malcolm said with a smirk.

Dawkins, CAG

“Nah uh.” Eleanor said squeezing Malcolm’s hand slightly. “I was promised coffee, so I am not falling for your cheap ‘shower’s free’ trick.” She said with a wink. “Although I am sure your replicated flightsuit will fit me nicely. Please tell me you made it according to regulation and not according to whatever the best fit is in there.” She said tapping the side of the pilot’s forehead with her index finger.

It didn’t take long to find Malcolm’s replicated coffee in the dinning area. A joyful smile settling on Carnegie’s lips as she took the first sip. She grinned wider as her eyes landed on him. “You really know how to impress a girl, huh? First baseball, now this.” Eleanor’s tone was genuine. Closing the distance between them, she placed a soft kiss on his lips. Her hands still firmly around the hot coffee mug. “So, Mr. I-have-to-be-in-the-office-soon. When will I see you again?”

Eleanor

OOC: Reposting because I forgot to snip it… – Joana


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