Interspecies Romance IV: Someone to watch over me

Posted on Tue Feb 2nd, 2016 @ 6:55am by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Captain Patrick O'Connor

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Mission: Taking Chances
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck Five, Captain O'Conner's Quarters
Timeline: 2265
Tags: Patrick,1stlove

"That's a lovely romantic plan, Patrick... but I was thinking more to the immediate future, m'dear. Where do we go from here?" she asked, bouncing slightly in his lap as she spoke, teasing him even as she pressed him for answers. This was something that was going to take a bit of getting used to, he suspected, because she'd likely be teasing him like this quite often in the future.

"Is this your way of telling me to take you to bed or lose you forever?" he asked playfully. Two could play at that game, he decided, and while the statement may have been a bit of a gamble, he suspected that the Vulcan vixen's drive far exceeded her potential for indignation.

"Welllll..." she said, tapping his nose with the tip of her finger and grinning. "If that sort of threat will work, I can be all for it. But I was thinking more to the point of what you wanted to do next... after all, this entire evening has been about you catering to me. How about what you want, hmmm?"

"And as a side note, do you object to being called Pat?" She paused, wrinkled her nose and shook her head slightly. "Wait... never mind. I object to calling you that... ugh." She chuckled at her own self-answered question.

"Can't I just be content with being in your company? Do you think me incapable of appreciating you for anything other than your fantastic physical attributes, bountiful and beauteous though they be?" His voice was still playful, though she suspected that he was being serious at the same time.

The eyebrow rose, but she sighed and laid her head against his shoulder. "Yes... yes you can, and I certainly can accept that. After all, it is pretty rare in my experience, I must admit. But... I do want something from you, My Captain. Something just for tonight. We can take our time and explore one another. I want to take our time doing it, make no mistake, but... there's something... something that I never get, but I desperately crave, I admit. And tonight I want it from you."

He gave her a wicked smile, his mind racing with thoughts that would be called impure at the very least, though his curiosity was certainly piqued. "Oh really? By all means, do tell me what it is that you desire from me on this night, my delicate damsel?"

"Tonight... I want to share your bed. Not to surrender to our desires, not for tonight... call it one last test if you wish, though that isn't my intention." She stroked the side of his head and studied his features, her eyes softening. "I don't... I don't sleep well at night. I haven't since I was a child. I have dreams... dreams that are merely bad would be a relief to me, if that makes sense. But having someone there... someone to hold, to know that they are there, watching over me... it would mean the world to me, it truly would."

Her nebulous violet eyes sought his, and he could see the vulnerability in them. It was clear to him that this was something that she never admitted, not to anyone, a chink in the armor of the girl who didn't care... yet she was admitting it to him. Not only that, but she was asking for his help.

"If that is what you wish milady, then you shall have it," he said in his most elegant manner. "For you I shall summon forth Morpheus and instruct him most sternly to grant you only that which brings you joy whilst you rest. And I will hold you tightly against my chest, and my arms will bid thee welcome and grant you the comfort and solace you so desire as I watch over you, and you will know that you are loved. And I shall keep you safe from any manner of harm whilst you are under my wing." The melodic sound of his voice gave an added comfort to her, and somehow it genuinely felt as if what he said was exactly what would happen.

The smile that spread across her face was a genuine expression of joy, and she hugged him fiercely to her bosom- which he discovered in short order could be quite hazardous to his health, because there was a distinct and very real possibility of suffocation. The woman was nearly a literal illustration of too much of a good thing. When she released him he gasped in a breath while she beamed at him.

"You really are determined to be my knight in shining armor, aren't you? I suppose I shall have to locate a suitable collection of dragons for you to slay, eh, Sir Gawain?" Her voice was joking and light, but something in her eyes told him that she wasn't necessarily speaking all in jest.

"As long as I can avoid the great Green Knight, I think we will be all right." he quipped back. "Shall we adjourn to my humble abode, or would you like to grab something from your quarters first?"

"I had better grab a uniform for the morning... sleeping with the captain may grant certain privileges, but somehow I don't think showing up for Bridge duty in this outfit is going to be quite acceptable. I can't say that I'd relish sneaking back to my quarters in this tomorrow morning. So let me grab a duty uniform and I will meet you there in, say, five minutes?"

"Though as an additional incentive for your brave and noble sacrifice tonight.... I do sleep in the nude," she said with a wicked grin as she scooted out the door.

Patrick took a long gulp at hearing the parting words of the pointy-eared vixen. He grabbed the bottle of wine and gulped down the remaining contents, vintage be damned. "I surely hope she was joking... but if not, then I hope my constitution and will power are ready for a bountiful battle tonight!" he said aloud to no one in particular.

 

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