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Dagen's Quarters

Posted Sept. 4, 2019, 10:04 a.m. by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) (Gene Gibbs)

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Reia had spent her Star Fleet career observing people and it naturally carried over into her personal life. She had a good idea of where Dagen’s head was at at that moment. She liked him and had great respect for him and was not the type of woman to abuse his state of mind even though she was very attracted to him as well.

“I didn’t have any siblings growing up. I’ve often wondered what that would have been like. Yes, you certainly did squeeze a lot into those early years didn’t you?”

“It is a blessing and a curse,” he said, sobered as he watched her refill the glasses.

She paused and refilled their glasses. They would either drink them or leave them on the table.

“They can be your greatest source of frustration or your most believed support. And sometimes both at the same time.” He took a big gulp out of the wine. “But it doesn’t matter because they are family. A part of you.” He paused. Before he could continue, if he was, she spoke.

“If you like, I won’t bring wine next time. I certainly wouldn’t want you to think that I’m trying to get you drunk and take advantage of you. I don’t think we need alcohol for that.”

Reia was in a good mood, relaxed, teasing, and eager to see where the night would take them.

  • Reia

Dagen laughed, his hand waving that held the glass. “You’d need more than one bottle with me,” he said. “ Back on 42 I got used to things a lot more potent than this wine.” He leaned in to kiss her then her neck again, inhaling purposefully. “ No, but it is an interesting mix,” he continued planting a playful bite on Reia’s shoulder. When he met her eyes again he too that time to study her more which was more of an appreciation of her beauty. “And I don’t think that you need to worry about taking advantage of me.” He didn’t finish the sentence. By Dagen’s thinking which admittedly was a tad clouded, she could do so anytime. “What was it like growing up for you?” He asked, sealing that question with a lingering soft kiss.
Dagen

Reia lingered in the kiss for as long as she could before answering his question.

“I grew up with my grandparents. My mother had to leave my life when I was bout three and I wouldn’t know my father if he walked up and said hello. My grandparents were good to me but I was a very complicated child, especially around puberty which came a bit early for me. You see, that’s when my green side started kicking in and all the boys in school started looking at me differently. I think it caused a few fights but I never really paid attention unless it was right in my face you know?”

Dagen was feeling the ‘green’ side of her. It had not been long enough for the wine to do that. ‘Had to leave’? That was interesting. “I’ll bet the teenage years were challenging.” As focused as Dagen was growing up in the different things he had done he knew that those teenage years were hard on him - without pheromones. Still he had put aside any dating per se until after his .. defeats. Given her .. influence, had she been in the class Dagen wondered how he would have reacted. He nodded, understanding.

Reia paused and took another drink of her wine. Surprisingly, she had finished the glass. Shaking her head, she put it back down.

Watching Reia put the glass down he noticed a bare patch at her nape, uncovered for a moment by her silky hair. He leaned in and softly kissed her there.

“But as I approached teen age years, I really couldn’t get away from that sort of thing. So my grandfather enrolled me in self defense classes wit… Um… Mixed results.”

“Oh?” he prompted. He could perhaps guess those results but it sounded like an interesting story. He wondered what kind of self defense. Growing up and through the Academy he had done some training in kick boxing. That had been many a year ago now and he would likely embarrass himself to try anything now. Or pull something. By the way she sounded Reia had kept up on it.

Reia looked at Dagen and smiled studying his nice eyes, unruly mop of hair, and spots that made him very distinguished in her eyes.

  • Reia

The Trill finished his glass. It was a smooth wine. Some were harder to drink. For him the sweeter something was the more he was able to drink it down easily. Or he had simply not noticed given the company. There was still a glass each left in the bottle. He mentally shrugged and looked back at Reia. She was looking at him and he found he liked it. His right arm moved and his fingertips teased at her nape before leaning in to kiss her. He didn’t need wine with her pheromones but it was, he thought, a nice accompaniment. This time he didn’t pull back with his lips, and could hear the clatter of the glass as he tried to put it down without looking. It didn’t break, but neither at this moment would he have cared one way or the other.
- Dagen


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