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Bearding the lion in his den... [Jul. 3rd, 2007|09:22 pm]
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[music |I'm The Only One - Melissa Etheridge]

::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::

[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-08 01:59 am (UTC)
::grits teeth::

It's not a matter of program selection or company, Ensign, it's a matter of schedule and circumstance.

It's late. I have a shift in a few hours, and so do you, I believe.

::offers pointed look::

I think the first officer and astrometrics chair have better places to be than carousing on the holodeck.
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-08 02:18 am (UTC)
You can take the fun out of anything when you feel like it, you know...Commander.

But I'm not giving up yet.

::twists around, moving to his abandoned desk and shuffling stacks::

It doesn't look like you were resting to me. What are these about?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-08 02:30 am (UTC)
Your imminent reprimand and demotion to Crewman?

I'm not kidding. Crew evaluations.

::savors guest's look of worried surprise a few seconds more than necessary, before letting her off the hook::

Too bad I already forwarded yours to Chakotay.

I think. Which one are you again?
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-08 03:30 am (UTC)
::swats him on a shoulder with flexy in hand before dropping it and pilfering another::


Your backlog of letters from the Admiral. Have you actually been reading them?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-08 03:30 pm (UTC)
::tenses despite vow to never let the son of a bitch get under skin again::

Not yet. I suppose I should, just in case something comes up in an impromptu pop quiz during one of our supposedly business only comm sessions.

::waggles brows::

You could read them and give me the highlights.
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-08 06:55 pm (UTC)
Tom, Tom.

::shakes head sadly at him, taking a seat on the sofa and patting cushion beside self::

I'm sure he's every bit as rigid and borderline abusive as you claim or possibly not, but isn't it time to mend fences?

I mean, by the time we get home, he'll probably be dead and gone. What are you going to do then, slouch around singing the blues about all your missed chances for reconciliation?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-08 06:58 pm (UTC)

I hadn't really thought about that...but hell, at least it'll give me something to do.

::casts bartering look toward companion::

Replicator cap begone?
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-08 06:58 pm (UTC)
I wonder what the Captain would say about such a flagrant abuse of station for personal gain?

::smiles at self, delighted to have the upper hand...or at least be on equal ground again::

::rolls eyes at his annoyed look, rising from seat and circling around the table::

::slides up behind the pilot, prodding his tense shoulders with hands::

You should loosen up.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-08 07:00 pm (UTC)
So you keep saying.

::winces a little at her idea of a massage, Klingons would be more tender::

::swallows that thought before it can lead to a memory that would lead to another memory that would sink mood even further, if possible::

::twists, shaking off the Delaney touch::

::tries forcing out a sharp 'Dismissed', losing it rather quickly when eyes light on her set, calculated pout::
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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-08 08:35 pm (UTC)

::moves closer, reaching up to place hand behind the pilot's neck, exerting gentle pressure to draw his head...and lips...down and near::

::nibbles only briefly, drawing back to read his expression::

I think I could help you do that. Don't you?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-08 09:44 pm (UTC)

Help me with what again?

::smirks a little at the Ensign's expression, gripping forearms to keep her from straying too far::

Ah, yes. I remember.


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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-08 09:50 pm (UTC)
What do you mean, maybe?

Maybe you remember or maybe I can help you with...

::frowns deeply::

Wait a minute, what was I trying to help you with again?

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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-08 09:54 pm (UTC)
::laughs briefly::

Something will permanently short circuit if you keep it up.

::loosens grip, transferring hands to her waist, pulling her just a little closer::

I think you meant to loosen me up. It worked.

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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-15 01:17 am (UTC)
Oh, really? Well, that was easier than I expected. Your resolve is growing weak in your old age.

::tries not to look too smug...or happy...at the contact, lifting fingers to toy with his pips::

I can go, now. Wouldn't want to put the first officer in an ethical quandary...
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2007-07-15 01:19 am (UTC)
::removes one hand, gripping hers in warning::

Don't grow ethics on me now.

Don't go either.

::wrinkles forehead::

...and I'm not old.
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