Posted Feb. 9, 2022, 8:37 p.m. by Lieutenant Anastasia Adelaide Halsey (Supply Officer) (Kate O'Neill)
Posted by Fleet Captain Garrett Michael O’Connor (Commanding Officer) in Eden Prime Resort It’s been fun and thanks for all the beer
Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Adelaide Halsey (Supply Officer) in Eden Prime Resort It’s been fun and thanks for all the beer
The wind blew across the hot sands creating an effect where one felt periods of heat but also a relief. It was as if the weather was programmed to make you want to order another cold drink or jump in the crystal blue waters to escape the sun’s rays, only a half a second later, be cooled enough to make you want to stay in your lounger. Knowing the owner of the resort, it was not too hard to actually believe this assumption was accurate. The entire week Addie had been here ever need or want was met almost before she even knew she had one. Meeting Garrett was both a want and a need Addie didn’t know she had. Of course, she had come here, like everyone else to meet someone and go back to her hum drum life in Starfleet with stories to laugh about later. What Addie didn’t expect was not wanting to go back to her hum drum life especially since it would mean not seeing the man next to her every day.
Garrett’s head was throbbing… yet, he was so thankful for this week. Addie really was something else and that “5th Element” or whatever she called it was a fun addition to his skill set he had tortured her with every time he got a chance. But… my god! Was she a wildcat in the sack. The pilot found himself wondering how walking tomorrow would work though he didn’t care. This had been one of the greatest weeks of his life!
Stretching her arms, she let out a small groan. Every muscle in her body ached. Garrett had promised a night to remember for their last night on Eden Prime. After last night, Addie wasn’t sure she could handle another night to remember. Dinners, walks, intimacy, cliff diving, base jumping, snorkeling, and scuba diving: These things had filled every minute of their stay. In between these minutes, she had learned far more than normal about her shore leave companion than normal. As Addie watched the blue waves crest and then break into white froth on the sandy beach, she tried to trace how she got here. A flirty invitation to recoup two hundred credits for a base jump had turned into something far more. Picking up her beer and taking a sip, Addie Halsey looked at Garrett sitting next to her. It was clear he was nursing the same headache playing out in her head. He had to be. This was the first time he wasn’t engaging her in conversation. The only other option was Garrett was looking for a way out.
Watching her stretch out of the corner of his eye, Garrett shivered slightly, remembering the powerhouse the woman truly was. He was an INCREDIBLY lucky man to have found her and he was thankful that she wasn’t going to the Odin… hell, he’s never get anything done! Well, not anything but her! Garrett chuckled to himself.
It might have been the headache or the slight hangover, but the typically happy Addie, suddenly was annoyed with Garrett. Was he giving her the brush off and she just not picking up on it? Turning in her seat, she scrutinized the man taking another sip of her beer draining it.
“Can I get you another Mrs O’Connor…,” a waiter instantly appeared at her side before she could set the empty bottle down.
There was a slight snicker that was barely audible at the slip, but Garrett said nothing, enjoying this final day with Addie.
“It is Miss…Miss Addie Halsey. I am not with him,” she snapped a bit more brusquely than probably necessary. If Garrett was looking to drop her, Addie would make sure he had no clue how mad at him she was. “And yes but put this one on my bill. Room 4260 B wing,” she replied taking the beer on the tray.
There was a slight laugh and after a sip, Garrett looked lazily to Addie. “The hell you aren’t Halsey! We broke a 2,000 credit bed AND a 3,000 credit couch. You don’t get after it like that with a stranger… Princess.”
Addie wrinkled up her nose at the dropping of the word Princess. Oh, Garrett wasn’t testing the waters about pissing her off. He was mounting the platform, doing a double back tuck, and diving into the waters headfirst. “I will cut you a check if you need the credits that bad,” she rolled her eyes.
He smirked. “And I fully intend to take that five grand outta that…” He bit his lip as his eyes rolled down her figure. “… deliciously perfect body next shore leave.” There was enough aggression behind his words, the waiter blushed and walked off.
“Next shore leave huh,” she raised an eyebrow. Taking a swig of her beer she looked at the water and not Garrett. “Tell me will you still be referring to yourself as a stranger if we meet again?” Why did he drop the word stranger in reference to their exploits? Clearly, it had to be a way for him to distance himself even when he was sitting one foot beside her. If he had seen them as something more than a fling there were a million names he could have referred to himself as besides a stranger. “I say if because a lot can happen in the next six months or longer. I don’t see you pining away in your stately captain’s cabin’s for your next shore leave. I am pretty sure I am going to get a Dear Addie letter so why don’t we just focus on sitting here on the beach ‘kay.” Her tone indicated something was irritating her and it wasn’t the mild hangover they were both nursing.
“Goddamn…” Garrett’s eyes shifted back to the beach and his drink. “… you’re not a child Addie. And if you don’t think I intend to wreck your quarters on my trip to your Outpost, you’re fooling yourself. Now… drop the attitude and enjoy your drink!”
“Attitude,” she let out a laugh. “Oh honey you ain’t seen attitude yet but if you keep it up you might get more attitude that you can handle.” Addie took a sip of her beer and set it down hard on the armrest. Addie wanted to punch something and hard. She had gotten way too involved with this guy. It was not like it was ever going to work. He was on some dirtside training facility and she was stuck on a mythology class ship being sent god knows where ever time she turned around. Letting out a frustrated huff, Addie frowned. She was a logistics expert but the logistics of trying to make him think she was on an Outpost instead of a ship might even be above her abilities. Staring at the water, Addie tried to figure out who she was angrier with: Garrett for not coming back with a term more meaningful than a stranger to describe her carnal activities or herself for telling the man she was stationed on the Outpost. Sitting here was not solving the problem at hand though. It was like pulling a bandaid off slowly. The bandaid had to come off so maybe it would be better to just yank it off tonight.
Standing up, Addie moved in front of Garrett’s chair blocking his view. “Mr. O’Connor, it has been a pleasure meeting you but maybe we should take a rain check for dinner tonight. I have so much to pack and my shuttle leaves early as does yours.” Addie felt her stomach and spirit sink. It was not like she wanted to do this but it was going to happen anyway.
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