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Side sim: Taylor’s quarters

Posted June 25, 2022, 9:49 p.m. by Lieutenant Aerin Elanor Shaw (Head Nurse) (Amie Genest)

Posted by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Side sim: Taylor’s quarters
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“What do you look like?” She asked giggling.

“I look like I grabbed the first two items of clothing in reach at 0130 so not to look like a complete madman stalking the corridors in my underpants to drug my boss into the sleep she should have started getting three hours ago,” Brad said. “You, on the other hand, look like this is not the first time this week you’ve decided against being in bed by 2200 like you told me you would during your physical three weeks ago.”

Willow Taylor
In trouble

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Willow bit her lip, somehow his annoyance was still funny. She coughed and rubbed the sore spot on her neck and opened her mouth then closed it again.

“I had reports to finish…there’s a lot of admin work you know in commanding a ship…I know I promised and I have been! Mostly…” she grimaced. “I’m fine honestly I’m fine. Look I’m going to bed, right now! So you can go back to bed and stop scowling at me.” She gave him another sheepish sort of grin and made a mental note to remove GALENs ability to alert Brad somehow.

“Yes, funnily enough, I’m quite familiar with Star-Fleet’s administratrivia,” Brad deadpanned, before stalking forward and sweeping her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder and moving to the door to her bedroom.

She blinked and stepped backwards warily. “Brad…” she said as he approached. “What are you…” as he took hold of her she squeaked again. “Don’t you dare! Brad I mean it…Doctor Walker release me this instant!” She kicked slightly as she ended up over his shoulder and carted off.

“Also, I don’t believe you, so I’m not leaving until you actually are in bed and asleep,” he said.

Willow Taylor
Thoroughly told off

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff
Stronger Than He Looks

Half Upside down, her fluffy socks flailing Willow unceremoniously stated. “Don’t you think you’re over reacting?! You know accosting a senior officer is a court-martial offence! You can’t seriously stay here till I fall asleep!”

Willow Taylor
Definitely not in charge here

The smirk was audible in his voice when he replied “I’m operating under Medical directives, Captain, and Medical directives say that when a doctor doesn’t think a patient is going to sleep, he’s within his rights to toss her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, throw her into her bed and either sedate her or tie her up without having to worry about spending the next two weeks in the Brig.”

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

“Hello! You’re not the only one with an MD you know! Medical directives ha! I’m pretty sure you’re operating under delusions!” She said and despite everything the tone of voice made it clear, she was trying hard not to laugh. “Put me down, all the blood is rushing to my head and besides I’ve eaten too much pizza! You’re going to make me throw up!” She puffed a loose strand of hair out of her face.

“No sedatives! And no tieing up!” She said and struggled against him again as they reached her bedroom. She could only imagine the rumours that one could start! Her heart rate quickened as she felt her face heat up for some reason. Burning in fact, she could actually feel the tingling from the heat in her skin.

Willow Taylor
Damsel in distress

He did put her down once they were in the bedroom, setting her on her feet and pushing her gently in the direction of the bed.

Her face still flushed and her hair askew Willow took a second to hind her footing, grasping Brad while her equilibrium stabilised. She frowned at him.

“I won’t tie you up tonight… if you promise to be a good girl and get in the bed,” he said softly.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

“Ok! Ok I’m going!” She said and promptly got into the bed, pulling the covers over herself and spreading them out with her hands. “See! In bed and everything which I would have been even sooner if you hadn’t come rushing in here like a mad person.” She watched him, taking in the makeshift outfit and the way his hair looked. Her stomachs fluttered and a small wrenching feeling in her chest made her bring her hand up to run over her sternum on the right hand side. She felt slightly…breathless. Not that she would let him know that of course! Instead she made a shooing motion.

“Now go away so,E of us are trying to sleep! No more house calls!”

Willow Taylor
In bed!

“Lay down, close your eyes, and dream of sheep eating your paperwork,” Brad said.

“Gods there’s nightmare fuel right there…” she joked and did yawn. She was tired, sleep seemed so welcome an embrace but with him standing right there? She rolled her eyes at him, slide herself down and closed her eyes. Muttering to herself. But sleep did find her, it wasn’t long before she had forgotten he was there, forgotten she was in trouble…forgotten everything but the sound of her breathing and strangely the comforting sound of his. She turned onto her side.

Once she did, and her breathing began to even out, he whispered “Night, Wills,” and ducked out of the room.

Back in the main part of the quarters, he spoke again, softly. =/\=GALEN, disable her morning alarm, medical override Walker four six gamma phi.=/\=

=/\=Alarm disabled,=/\= the AI dutifully responded.

Brad nodded, and made his way slowly and silently out of the Captain’s suite, leaning back against the door and letting out a sigh, closing his eyes. After a moment, he opened them again and set off back down the corridor to his own quarters, completely missing the gobsmacked Operations NE working on an LCARS access panel down the corridor in the other direction.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Maybe a minute or two later. Once Brad was far enough down the corridor to be out of ear shot, the door opened again and the other Taylor put his head out. He stood, his black and red checked pyjama bottoms and black sleep T-shirt over them and watched the back of the good doctor go. His mouth made a grim line and his eyebrows knitted. Everything had been going so well too. Sighing he turned to go back in to bed when he caught sight of the NE in his periphery. Turning the sigh into a loud, long suffering one Cai shook his head.

“Honestly. I need my own quarters!” He lamented to himself, loud enough for the NE to hear. “How the hell is anyone supposed to get any sleep around here with those two wrestling around. Maybe it’s a good thing he tied her to the bed and went back to his own quarters, at least now I’ll get some peace and quiet.”

He muttered to himself and headed back in, only just managing to hold in the grin till the doors swished shut behind him again.

Willow and Cai
Zzzz and Machiavellian teen

This time, NE Fixit did drop his spanner. The top doc had tied up the Captain!? And left!?! Screw the glitchy panel, he needed to go tell his bunkmates this. Like, now.

Barely remembering to pick up and pack up his spanner, Fixit beat a hasty retreat back to the Lower Decks. By the time either Willow or Brad woke up, both would be the subject of several increasingly raunchy rumours, and a surreptitious watch had been placed on both their quarters, both their offices, the Lounge, the Arboretum, and the Morgue by gossipy NEs eager to both ‘ship’ the new “power couple”, and a few hoping to catch them in the act.

NE Fixit
Horrible Gossip

OOC: So much awesomeness in this thread.... :D
Amie


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