*usual crap, thought after officially becoming emperor this would be easier but no... same old files...*
*corronation was superb, now under way to Romulus.. doesn't feel different though*
*sighs as reads through reports and mails...*
Reed to Tucker, report to my office on the double.
On my way, sir.
*five minutes later, arrives at ready room*
*smoothes leathers, carefully schools face in a blase indifference*
*looks up at Charles as he enters, and the smug look on your face*
So it wasn't some clerical error then? You're wanting to have another?
So much for indifference...
Another? Sir, at the moment, I have none.
He may not be here but he still belongs to you. It's not my fault if you misplace your toys.
*takes the PADD and reads again, though knows what it says*
Secorro of all people. Your laundry girl. How lovely.
*puts PADD down*
You can have sex with her without claiming her, if that's what your problem is.
*leans against arm of chair*
Paperwork never went through. Clerical error.
I wanted to claim her.
And why should you be allowed to have a second? It's not exactly the done thing and I'd hate to have anyone think I favoured you.
It would make me seem soft.
*comes up from desk and round, leaning on the front of it now*
*slides into chair, leaving legs draped across the arm*
As Admiral of the Fleet and second in command of the Empire's forces, by law I am entitled to two, just as you, as Emperor and Commander of the Emperor's forces are entitled to as many as you please.
I simply prefer to have a choice in bedmate.
Hrm... *under breath* archaic laws...
Still, final decision does rest on my shoulders.
*makes show of thinking it over*
I'm not even sure it deserves my consideration. I'm not sure if you deserve anything. You haven't been the beacon of my missions like you once were.
*waits a beat*
Anything in particular you would wish me to improve upon, sir? I have increased effieciency in engineering yet again, I have dealt with disciplinary problems swiftly and decisively, I have revised shipboard regulations, I have moved forward in my plan to secure the NX, and submitted three papers to The Journal Of Warp Theory.
*cocks head and waits*
*mock pouts* And where do I fit into all those plans?
Your coronation gift was lousy. I expected better from you than a few toys for Archer.
Though the flaming torch was actually quite fun. Those burns stayed for weeks.
Bella can be made to make something special... something tight, leather... with strategically placed holes....
Or perhaps a new uniform trench of the highest quality Deltan leather?
*screws face up a bit*
No, I was thinking something a bit more personal.
*leers down to where Charles is sitting*
*tilts head a little*
*readjusts slightly to provide the emperor with a better view*
Such as, sir?
*moves behind the chair, hand trailing over Charles' shoulder*
*bends down so heads are at same level*
*reaches over back of chair and down to Charles' groin and grabs hold*
*arches hips into his hands*
*lets eyes flutter halfway closed*
*feels a moan at the back of his throat*
Nice to know I still have some influence over you... but I'd much rather finish that train of thought in my quarters. Later tonight, perhaps.
*stands to full height but keeps hands on back of chair*
Is Secorro fully aware of the situation? Not that it matters, of course, but you already have someone and she will simply be another notch on your belt.
*opens eyes again slowly*
She is, and she understands what's best.
*becomes all official*
It'll take up to three weeks for things to be put through. I won't fast track the forms this time.
There are also conditions of this arrangement.
Oh? What would these conditions be, milord?
You can have two, but you only entertain Secorro until I have my promised second.
So if you don't get me the NX and my prize then both Secorro and Malcolm become forfeit and you'll have that lovely demotion back to the rank of Commander and will be fair game for anyone wishing to have YOU.
*slaps the back of Charles' head*
Stop slouching in my office.
*sits up straight*
*goes back to own seat*
*let's Charles assume is finished with and head to door*
*keeps eyes on PADD*
You're to be at my quarters tonight at 2100. We can celebrate.
Wear something loose.