Posted Aug. 22, 2019, 12:22 a.m. by Ensign Reia Shandy (CIO) (Catt Bennett)
Posted by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) in Dagen’s Quarters
Posted by Ensign Reia Shandy (CIO) in Dagen’s Quarters
It was 18:45 as Reia made her way to Dagen’s quarters in casual dress and carrying a present bag. She frowned a little bit realizing it wasn’t so much a present as a regift. But that was a terrible word for the lovely bottle of wine. Like most other things having to do with her, this one came with strings attached or a disclaimer if Dagen asked the right questions. Perhaps they wouldn’t do much talking. She liked him, and wanted to get to know him, but couldn’t help getting tingles down her spine at the thought of his body next to her’s. Pausing for a second, she rang the chime.
- Reia
Dagen had gotten back late - just before 18:00 and was grimy. He had felt like he was crawling through fusion exhaust tubes even though it was nothing close. He still came out of it dusty and grimy thanks to Bot’s shoulder hitting the filtration polarization circuit and reversing it sending a stream of dust all over him. At least they knew it worked, though it did need adjustment. His first stop was the shower . The next stop was him standing in the midst of the main room that looked like the ship’s structural integrity had reversed and dumped everything all about. He was depositing the last armload of odds and sods in the closet as the chime rang. Spitting out the shirt that he had in his teeth he dumped the load. His stomach growled in response as the closet door slid shut. He couldn’t say much for the bedroom that was better but still not exactly pristine.
The Trill knew it was Reia. Few came to his quarters even though he had an open door policy. Tonight was no exception though he had made it known that he was going to be busy, though he figured his team was more savvy in knowing what he was doing when he blushed when he said he was going to be studying. Or at least he hoped inside. He found that he had missed Reia. Were her pheromones addictive? He had researched this actually in the last days. Apparently joined Trill were less succeptible to the influence of them the more hosts they had - something about perspective and exposure, though the ‘science’ was a bit skitchy. There was a notation about testosterone as well where the pheromones reacted with greater fervor to higher levels. All that was science and some opinion. As Dagen recalled science rather flew out the window in his desire for Reia the other night. A repeat was not .. problematic to Dagen.
Answering the door personally, the doors slid open with a swish. “Right on time,” he said, though really, any time would be right on time. “Come in,” he continued, stepping aside but close enough to greet her with a soft kiss. He could feel her ‘influence’ almost immediately, a tingling through his body that ignited his senses to feel every moment of the press of his lips. His space was more customized than the standard Fleet furniture. A comfortable looking U shaped couch was positioned to one side that looked out the stars. A long glass top table filled a lot of the rest of the room that had PaDDs and papers spread out on it. “Make yourself at home.” He gestured to the couch. “I like to sit and look at the stars when I’m not shuffling PaDDs about.” He noticed the bag in her hand, his eyes trailing back up over her to her eyes. “It’s good to see you again.”
Dagen
Reia returned his gentle kiss and stepped in. Dagen’s quarters were pretty much as she had expected them to be, he was a single male after all, but his quarters wasn’t what she was here for after all.
She paused for a few seconds to look at the stars before sitting down. Smiling, she admitted to herself that the bottle of wine was just an excuse to come and see him. She had missed their conversation and their intimacy and would like to continue with both if possible.
“I think I wouldn’t mind looking at those stars either. Intel can be very monotonous work at times but, if you don’t keep up with it, it’ll bury you like an avalanche.”
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