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Bearding the lion in his den... [Jul. 3rd, 2007|09:22 pm]
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::glances down corridor each way, making sure no stray Ocampa are around::

It's really tedious, when you think about it. I've seen alien royalty with less second to second monitoring.

::satisfied with the all clear, reaches up to straighten hair, coaxing face into most brilliant, come and gimme a kiss, helmboy pout::

::presses chime, then lifts fist to beat door  twice for measure...these days, sometimes he just plays deaf::
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-04 02:03 am (UTC)
::transfers gaze from padd stack A to padd stack B, weighing the evil each potentially contains::

::lingers on A::

Crew evaluations...what the hell am I supposed to do there? Oh, yes, Crewman Boylan has changed his hairstyle since I last saw him...not sure that point is up to regs, but I recommend we let it slide. You'd understand if Neelix ever came near your ears with a sharp object.

::shifts eyes to B...that's a whole other can of worms::

::jerks head up at banging from vicinity of door, swallowing crow of glee...barely::

Who is it?
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-04 02:14 am (UTC)
::lifts eyes and voice::

You didn't recognize my trademark tap? I'm shocked, Commander, shocked.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-04 02:24 am (UTC)
She has a trademark tap? Wait, which one is that?

::gives one more pondering look to padds, finally deciding to take chances on the unseen evil::

::scrapes chair back from desk, rubbing kink out of neck en route to door::

::press button to open it, staring::

I do keep office hours, you know, Ensign.
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-04 02:28 am (UTC)
::slaps him on shoulder, stepping merrily past::

And I'll be sure to take advantage of them sometime very soon. I've heard things about the seating in the XO's hole...

::spins around, wrinkling nose while trying to gauge his mood::

Tom. What's happened to you?! Don't tell me you keep a protocol stick up your...
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-04 02:41 am (UTC)
::holds up a finger, slashing the remark::

I could name a person or two who could use a spanking with one.

...

Don't read into it.

::motions her to seat::

I hope like hell you brought me something besides that padd, because I've seen as many of those as I can stand for the night.


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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-04 02:48 am (UTC)
::shrugs, remembering cargo and holding it up despite his complaint::

Sorry. If you want anything else you'll have to override my replicator cap for the month. I wouldn't mind if you did, actually. There's a lot of month left, and well, Neelix's menu...

::leaves it, dropping the padd on the coffee table when companion makes no move to claim it::

I'm not enough?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-04 02:53 am (UTC)
::shakes head, offering a pained look in return for her own crestfallen mask::

It's late.

I'm not in the mood for games. If you need something, ask.

Replicator cap already? What the hell does she use, and for what?

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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-04 03:25 am (UTC)
Good Lord, someone's prickly.

::ignores seat offer, stepping closer to the pilot::

The padd contains Seven's ideas for a complete overhaul of Astrometrics. It doesn't need an overhaul. If it didn't point to overt humanity, I'd swear she's in an outright tizzy over her drone daddy and over-compensating in the self-distraction department. You might want to talk to her or something.

Otherwise, I was just following through on an earlier promise to catch up with you.

::lifts brows::

It's been a while.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-08 01:33 am (UTC)
::sighs::

I'd almost managed to forget about Seven and her blasted Borg issues.

::nods anyhow::

Fine. I'll pin her down tomorrow.

As for the other...can't it wait a little longer?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-15 01:37 am (UTC)
Thanks. It made me feel rotten.

::wasn't lying...that was a mouthful of history best left to history::

::grimaces, shaking off some pretty wretched memories::

Can we get back to what we were doing?
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-15 01:39 am (UTC)
Me not having any ethics?

::shrugs, running a nail along his jaw::

If you insist...but don't say I never offered to at least try.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-15 02:18 am (UTC)
I'll take the blame for this too. Chakotay's shoulders are broad, but mine are tough.

::dips head for a lingering kiss, silencing the remark poised to come out of those luscious lips::

::withdraws, enjoying the brief moment of breathless quiet::

I don't remember you talking so much before.
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-15 02:34 am (UTC)
I don't remember ever being so nervous before...

::touches finger to lips, smiling::

I guess I should be happy you remember anything, with your paddful of conquests.

::moves gaze back up, meeting his questioning eyes::

::shakes head, grabbing a hand and pulling him in direction of the main bedroom::

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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-15 04:04 am (UTC)
::almost takes a moment to ponder the implications of a seemingly new, more mushy Jenny Delaney...before another train of memory arrests movement::

::grips her hand, digging heels in::

No. Not in there.

::chuckles at self almost as soon as the plea escapes, more to jar breath than anything::

...I'm sorry. I think you'd better go.
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-15 04:21 am (UTC)
:halts abruptly, losing the pilot's hand::

::spins, taking in his stricken look, and following it::

::expels a low hiss, more of frustration than actual annoyance::

Tom...

::takes a slight step forward, encountering coming face to face with an uplifted palm::

::sighs, skirting around him instead, heading for the door::

I just wish you loved me a quarter as much as you love her...still.
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