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Side sim - Hello, again (Sinclair)

Posted March 27, 2020, 3:18 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Ush’ast Rah-Triton (Security Officer) in Side sim - Hello, again (Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Chief of Security) in Side sim - Hello, again (Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Ush’ast Rah-Triton (Security Officer) in Side sim - Hello, again (Sinclair)
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Sha’s check in with the Captain had been relatively uneventful. It had gone a lot easier than she thought it would, all things considered. Now she stood outside Sinclair’s quarters with a bottle of white wine in her hand and wondering is she should go change back to her uniform. She had tried not to assume how the night would go, so her attire was relatively simple, yet flattering enough to show she had put some thought into it.

Her hair was loose down her back, drawn off the sides with a barrette that kept it out of her face, but allowed the length. She was wearing a soft blue tank style top that draped like a short sleeve on one side, yet left her left arm completely bare. The asymmetric ruffle detail flattered her figure without drawing undo attention to it (1). The matching leggings had an attached skirt and came down to her calves. Once more it left the impression she was dressing to impress, but also erring on the side of casual (2).

The Security Officer raised her hand and tapped the chime to announce her arrival. As she waited for the door to open, she tugged at her clothing again and smoothed her hair with nervousness. How was it that a man she had been comfortable around just a couple months ago, was once more an issue of anxiety for her? A lot had happened in the time she was gone. And while her long hair and sleeved arm covered the evidence of just how bad the mission had been, she still still felt as if she was going into a blind situation with no idea what the outcome would be… and it frightened the half Klingon far more than going into that last room had been a week ago. She took a deep breath and started to turn. She’d go put her uniform on. It was safer that way.

Ush’ast Triton
Security LT

(1) http://wheretoget.it/look/272071
(2) https://www.betabrand.com/skirt-pant-hybrid-womens?utm_source=google_shopping&gclid=CjwKCAjwguzzBRBiEiwAgU0FT7qstKJdOZBacEwZ1UAcw4q2f0D3nUOrMkC_4q978RwQo0ZdFY-k8BoC1SwQAvD_BwE ((image same color as top))

As she turned, the door opened. The frame of the room’s occupant filled it as Royal looked down and smiled. “Heya. C’mon in.” he said nonchalantly, and turned and headed inside

Dressed in jeans with a loose fitting white peasant’s shirt and brown boots, he looked almost like he was getting ready to go work in the fields. Accompanying him was the aroma of… spices and roasted meat. And something more flowery, but still delicious.

The room, which Sha had seen before, hadn’t changed much. The models were still everywhere, but the room was a bit more… relaxed… than previous. The lights were low, and soft music played, but barely audible.

“Glad you came.” Royal said over his shoulder as he went to the desk, next to which stood a wheeled cart on which sat three silver domes of various sizes. “I hope you’re hungry. I made lots.” and he rolled the cart over to the other addition to the room: a small table draped in dark red linen with deep blue napkins folded next to the two place settings. “Care to take a seat? Or would you like a drink before dinner?” he asked as he looked at her, a grin playing across his features briefly.

Sinclair, CoS

Sha smiled brightly and turned like nothing was amiss. “Hi… ummmm thanks.” She followed him in and paused as the door behind her closed. “Finally got unpacked, huh?” She laughed softly as she started to relax. Last she had been in there he was still unpacking.

Get eyes drifted to the shelf where a hand made, old fashioned tall ship from the 19th century was sitting. A soft smile and blush touched her cheeks a half second remembering when she’d held it.

Turning back as he spoke of dinner and her appetite. “Actually, I don’t think I’ve eaten since breakfast, come to think of it. So I’ll do my best not to disappoint.”

Glancing at the bottle in her hand, she shook her head and held it towards him. “Sorry…I brought a dessert wine. I can fetch something different if you prefer a glass before dinner.” Sha was second guessing herself. Had she over dressed… brought the wrong drink… completely botched the evening?

Trying to relax and ignore the itching in her mind, she stepped towards him so he could take the offered bottle.

Sha

Royal reached for the bottle and took a look at the label. “Nice choice. It will go nicely with dessert.” and he glanced up at her. “But I have a little something that may wet our palates. Hang on a sec.” and he went behind the desk and into a low cabinet. Retrieving a bottle and a corkscrew, he handed both to Sha and said “Care to do the honors? I need to makes sure the side dish set up right.”

Royal was calm and relaxed, but he knew Sha. And he knew she was overthinking their current situation. As he went over to the cart, he stopped just next to her and looked down and spent a long moment letting his eyes wander over her outfit. Then, looking straight into her eyes, he said “You look amazing.” and gave her a wink.

Sinclair

She took the bottle and screw and noticed it was a nice full bodied wine the would not only go with dinner, she was sure, but also not taint their palettes for the lighter version she had brought along.

As Sinclair moved nearer to Sha, she felt the heat rise in her body. While she may be worried her mind wasn’t sure what it wanted, her body fully remembered as his scent filled her nose. When he complimented her, that was all it took. The last bit of tension left her body and she shifted the corkscrew to the hand holding the bottle. With her now empty hand, she reached out to touch his chest and take a step closer. Not close enough to completely close the gap, but enough to let him know she was going to be all right this evening.

Smiling, she nodded to his own attire. “And you always look good.” The words sounded awkward, but the meaning was there. She dropped her hand and moved closer to the table to set the bottle down to brace it for opening.

Sha

“I know. It’s a curse, but one I’ve learned to live with.” he replied and laughed. He then moved past her, just close enough the back of his hand glided ever so lightly across her lower back. He moved himself opposite her on the other side of the table, and lifted the largest dome. Underneath were porterhouse steaks, medium rare, with herbed butter melting on top of them. The char marks meant they definately didnt come from the replicator. Next to each on their plates were mashed potatoes… but they were ever so slightly darker than just regular potatoes.

Next he lifted the second largest dome, under which was a single bowl of salad, and the source of the flowery smell. “Mixed greens and melon with rose water and honey dressing. My Granddad’s recipe. Never fails to impress.” and he grinned at her again. “But… the meat needs to rest, so we have a few minutes. Want to sit on the couch after you get that bottle open?”

Sinclair

“I’m sure it’s a burden,” Sha laughed at him. Her eyes closed slightly as he caressed her back. Partly because it pleased her, partly because she worried he’d feel the scars. When he moved around to show the dinner fare, she laughed once more. “Steak and salad and you worry you did wrong. It’s perfect.” When he suggested sitting down for a bit before eating, she nodded and popped the cork on the wine. “Should probably let that rest a moment as well, don’t you think?”

“It hasn’t breathed in fifty years, so why start now? Pour the wine.” and he chuckled while handing her two glasses.

She moved towards the couch and sat down. She didn’t sit close enough to the edge to suggest seperation, but not close enough to the middle to force him to sit close. “You managed to unpack everything, I see. I’m glad you are settling in. My place needs a good dusting. The ship filters kept it down, but for three months you can’t keep everything medical bay sterile.” She leaned back and enjoyed watching him move around the room.

Sha

Sinclair sat near one end, but turned slightly so he was facing her. Lifting his glass to her, his brogue softened slightly as did his look. “Welcome home, lass. You were missed.”

Sinclair


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