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Quarters of Reia and Dagen (Open RP op)

Posted May 6, 2021, 12:46 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (CIO) (Catt Bennett)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Quarters of Reia and Dagen (Open RP op)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (CIO) in Quarters of Reia and Dagen (Open RP op)

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Reia was tucked up on the couch. She had pulled the blanket from the back of it and had a mug of tea in front of her on the glass top table. Several PaDDs were spread around her on the cushions and she seemed to be deep in thought.

The nice thing about living in the time she did was that, technically, one could work from anywhere. This time she wasn’t actually working, per se, she was putting together the collage of her wedding in hopes to send it to her family when communications allowed for it. It was a project she had be promising herself , and them, for quite some time.

  • Reia

It was later when Dagen got in. It was Bat’s birthday and he had received some Bolian drink that was itself a viscous, blue concoction that should have tasted like (to him) a berry flavor, but was instead closer to licorice, an earth confection. Dagen wasn’t sure that he favored it; it left a rather lingering aftertaste and was potent. The ‘quad’ of Bat, Deeg, Angel, Sebastian and himself. Not quite a ‘quad’ but Bat was insistent that everyone try it. Apparently it was some kind of social Bolian custom or so he said. They had a cake too. Angel brought that. It was a Vulcan spice cake that had pretty intense flavors too. his taste buds even now felt like they had done battle and lost.

He saw Reia surrounded by PaDD’s as though she were under siege. His eyes trailed over her and the hints of her feminine curves partially hidden by the blanket. “Hey,” he said softly, wondering if he should disrupt the formation of PaDD’s of which he was feeling no small way jealous of. Slipping over he leaned down and softly kissed her nape. He noticed her tea but who knows how old that was. “Can I get you anything?”
- Dagen

Reia rearranged the PaDDs on one side so Dagen could sit next to her if he wanted to.

“Maybe just you.”

“I think I …” was all Dagen managed before he was tugged down. In his relative state it felt a bit surreal and out of body as he landed with a soft thud.

An arm protruded from the blanket and pulled him down next to her. Leaning in, she kissed him and lurched back a bit.

“I guess I don’t have to ask how Bat’s birthday was… Honey, some Bolian drinks stay with you longer than they should. Do yourself a favor and have a cup of very strong hot tea.” she said wrinkling her nose.

  • Reia

It took a moment for him to register the reason for the sudden retreat by the look on her face. “That bad eh? And to think I turned down the Centauran nachos thinking that would help. Um, I’ll do one better. Hang on.” He squeezed Reia’s leg as he stood up, wavered slightly before heading to the lav. “What do you make of that planet we are approaching?” He pulled out the toothbrush. For all the advances in tech nothing really beat the old tried and true. “Not sure what they are doing,” he said, words a bit muffled. “What do you think?” he asked, poking his head out to see her as he talked. This kind of stuff was her wheelhouse after all. With the brush stuck in his mouth he bent over to undo his boots, letting out a sigh of pleasure from kicking them off.
- Dagen

Reia kicked off the blanket and reclined on the couch. She had faced the fact the project was over which was actually fine by her.

“I think I’d like to be boots on the ground this time to tell you the truth. I enjoy being able to gather intel from on high but I find myself starting to change my outlook a bit. I want to experience more direct contact. They seem to be at an interesting stage of their development and I would love to be there to observe it even if just for an hour.”

  • Reia

As if on cue Reia could hear the soft thud of a boot hitting the floor. His head poked out again. “That would be fun. That last away trip was interesting. They had really efficient nuclear generation systems.” A moment later another boot hit the floor. “I guess seeing what is there can be as effective as sifting a lot of information. Guess it gives you context for what you gather.” The sound of rustling was heard for some moments.

When Dagen came out he had changed into a pajama like set of trousers and a pull over shirt. His hair was more ruffled than when he had entered and he was barefoot. Stretching as he moved across the room he smiled at his wife, PaDD’s scattered like toy tanks defeated on the field. He picked up one that had slipped off the couch and set it with a clink on the table. “Three nations each working on different things. Seems like a bit of a race to me but for what I don’t know.” Squeezing in on the edge of the couch next to Reia he kissed her softly. “Kesh do okay on the bridge?” he asked.
- Dagen, CE

Reia moved about on the couch to make room for Dagen and then suddenly realized how hungry she was.

Before coming home she’d had an intensive work out then showered and pampered herself a bit before setting to her project.

Standing, the blanket slipped from her to reveal a white silk nightgown she usually wore after such endeavors. The top third was lace with a cherry blossom pattern that covered her breasts and back.

“Kesh is doing quite well actually. A bit of nerves, but she’ll find her feet. I’m starving and I need proteins.” she said walking across to the replicator.

He sat down and she got up. Oh the differences. He had offered earlier but then Reia did have her own mind. And appetites. She quite liked a higher protein diet than Dagen. As he watched her move, and that nightgown did show her move .. he recalled back in his high training times with the Olympic hopefuls that he had a much greater protein intake than he did now that was modest by most standards. “Mmmm,” he said, liking how she struck that pose at the replicator with her back to him. “She has a pretty good record but seems to struggle with confidence. Figured a bridge schedule would be good to ease her way in. Just didn’t expect there to be anything that happened. Most of the time engineers on the bridge report deathly dull shifts of parroting status reports on this or that system. But maybe this is a good thing. Gets the blood going.”

“I thin the nations are fighting for dominance of some kind. It always comes down to dominance on a planetary level. Didn’t anything happen like that on your home world love?” she asked walking back with two steaming bowls of spicy lamb stew.

“Regional issues yes, but technologically we were pretty boring compared to these people. Between corporate espionage, trade and tech we pretty much followed a similar path of experimentation for the space program.” However that was about the only similarity to Earth. They diverged in their ‘luck’ where Cochrane ran his program and flight that happened to get the Vulcan’s attention. Trill didn’t have that luck. They ran things the hard way, using their faster than light drives mostly in system as they took a lot of time to break into viable interstellar travel. “Three different paths there. That is unique. And really interesting.”

Reia set them down on the glass table and sat next to Dagen, her head immediately going to rest on his chest. She was hungry but, the food could wait, at least for five minutes.

  • Reia

When she turned with the food Dagen caught her profile and bit his lip. She always took his breath away in more ways than one. “Bet that shift was more interesting than running diagnostics on replicated air flow units.” His arms easily enfolded her. It ever surprised him as to how soft she felt against him. He wondered how he felt in return, but he wasn’t complaining. Fingers slid through her hair. “Smells good,” he said, merging his olfactory senses between her and the stew. Both had their own spice.
- Dagen

Reia looked up and laughed at her husband. She caught his eye and knew the scent of the food wasn’t the only thing on his mind. She hoped that it would always be this way between them. She hoped they would always be able to be playful and serious at the same time. Her minbd had a tendency to wander decades down the road when it really should never do such a thing.

“Um… Sorry. What? Damn, daydreaming again.”

  • Reia

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