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Bearding the lion in his den... [Jul. 3rd, 2007|09:22 pm]
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[mood |determined]
[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::

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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From: jennydelaney
2007-07-15 01:25 am (UTC)
Oh, honey, age isn't a number, it's all about experience, and you've got plenty of that all the way around, if you get what I mean.

::rolls eyes at his grin::

I wasn't specifically thinking about that kind, though. Dig a little deeper...come on, you're a reformed felon...yes, reformed...you've still got a little Maquis despite yourself...an officer and a gentleman...you're a father to a grown woman, a grandfather...

::decides to skip the 'widower', lord knows what kind of tailspin that would cause::

It's a compliment, Tom. Really.
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