|Bearding the lion in his den...
||[Jul. 3rd, 2007|09:22 pm]
|||||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::
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.
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...
::removes one hand, gripping hers in warning::
Don't grow ethics on me now.
Don't go either.
...and I'm not old.
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.