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USS Titan, drydock. [Apr. 24th, 2009|02:25 pm]
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::clambers up last few steps of maintenance ladder, accepting the hand of a nearby engineer to crawl out::

::brushes off profuse apologies about downed lifts, using the pretense of needing a stretch to take a moment to look around...and then directly toward open ready room entrance::

::bites lip to hide smile, head cocking to take in indistinguishable but forceful mutterings from within::

::offers refit leader a sympathetic shoulder pat, carefully moving around tools and debris, eventually coming to rest just inside doorway::

::clears throat::

Oh, Captain?

From: capt_will_riker
2009-04-24 07:41 pm (UTC)
::half-straightens from painful kneel, poking head up over desk surface::

::exhales...a slow, gusty blow of dry air::

::favors her cheeky smile with a wide grin of own::

Counselor. Come right on in.
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From: dee_troi
2009-04-24 08:21 pm (UTC)
::pushes off of doorjamb, noting discreet exodus of engineering staff to opposite side of the bridge::

::bites back what would be a highly unprofessional laugh, obeying the lazy, inviting order::

::walks slowly around desk, surveying the situation::

Well, I see that you managed to get down.

But can you get up?
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From: capt_will_riker
2009-04-24 08:35 pm (UTC)
::stares, eyes widening at clear innuendo::

::jumps when sound of a spanner hitting deck echoes from bridge, offering wife a disapproving look::

::can't hold frown, though...not in the face of that smile::

::rocks back on heels, absorbing it for a moment...she's happy, genuinely happy again::

::finally manages to quit basking and crook a finger::

Join me for a moment, Commander.
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From: dee_troi
2009-04-24 08:56 pm (UTC)
::makes face::

I'll get dirty, Will.
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From: capt_will_riker
2009-04-24 09:03 pm (UTC)
::releases a sigh, torturing knees a little more to creep in her direction::

::pokes at a dusty boot with index finger::

You're already dirty.

::Filthy-minded too.::

::looks back up, waggling brows::

Come on. You'll like what I want to show you.
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From: dee_troi
2009-04-24 11:18 pm (UTC)
::covers mouth with hand briefly before easing way down, poking an angled knee in turn::

Stop. Act your age, Captain.

::softens rebuff with a hand atop same knee, twisting head to take in view from below::

All right. What is it I'm supposed to be seeing, Imzadi?
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From: capt_will_riker
2009-04-24 11:27 pm (UTC)
You have to be more flexible than that.

::gently grasps both shoulders, steering her to prone position, head nearly on lap::

::after a brief sigh at the unfairness, removes a hand, feeling up under desk until rough pattern emerges in polymer surface::


Can you read it?
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From: dee_troi
2009-04-24 11:29 pm (UTC)
::suppresses temptation to comment on cushiness of pillow, shifting and squinting to see through shadows::

Five years worth of Christine's gum?

::protests the shaking his laughter causes with an elbow jab, looking again::

...something carved in by laser beam?
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From: capt_will_riker
2009-04-24 11:41 pm (UTC)
Just so, Counselor.

::snags a tendril of hair between fingers, tugging teasingly::

But can you read it?
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From: dee_troi
2009-04-25 12:44 am (UTC)
::purses lips, making mental note to fully punish him later::

::in meantime, dedicates attention to assigned task, lifting own fingers to brush his aside and trace::

::A heart?::

::at vague noise of assent, braces self further, angling head closer to read::

::Will loves Deanna?::

::pulls head up when no response is forthcoming, meeting bright, honest blue eyes::

And when exactly did you get it in your head to vandalize Starfleet property in a fit of schoolboy affection, Mr. Riker?
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From: capt_will_riker
2009-04-25 12:52 am (UTC)
Right after Admiral Nechayev called to remind me that Starfleet's pace is somewhat faster than a civilian pace, and to express her doubts as to which I'm working at.

I needed to remind myself why exactly I'm doing this.

::realizes how unenthusiastic that probably sounded, quickly sliding dee_troi from under desk and back against chest in snug embrace::

::nudges fall away strands of hair away with nose, trailing the faintest of kisses up a cheekbone::

Things are about to change again. I don't regret it, but you'd better believe I intend to hold onto every memory of this I can.

Looks like I'll have you under my desk one way or the other, Commander.
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From: dee_troi
2009-04-25 12:57 am (UTC)
::jumps as another spanner falls, bringing palm down to smack a knee...hard::

Really, Will.

::scoots away, turning to frown::

It's a good thing these people won't be serving here.

::shakes head, unable to really hold annoyance::

What exactly does Admiral Nechayev believe you should be doing at a faster rate of speed?
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From: capt_will_riker
2009-04-25 01:18 am (UTC)
It's a good thing they know that things heard on a job stay with the job, too.

::lowers voice after subdued murmurs from outside suggest point was made, looking at wife with twinkling eyes::

She sent me potential crew manifests. Some of the crew are coming back, but damn if Christine didn't manage to steal a few as well. Looks like I have to pick a new senior staff.

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From: dee_troi
2009-04-25 02:09 am (UTC)

::bites lip again::

::pulls away, climbing to feet::

::places hands on hips, eyes sweeping to flexi on desk::

I suppose it's lucky that you already have your advisor, then, isn't it?

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From: capt_will_riker
2009-04-26 02:08 am (UTC)

::lifts brows, debating whether to crawl to feet as well, or just stay put...even if ass is going numb::

::will be ribbed either way::

::with a self-castigating groan, grabs edge of desk, hoisting self up::

Is it too late to schedule a physical?

Sounds like someone already has a few ideas.
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