Ere the Dawn

Posted on Sun Apr 3rd, 2016 @ 10:24pm 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

It was fairly early, all things considered... 0430, and he had been asleep for only four hours.

The night had been filled with many things, but revelation and requited love seemed to be the main points. The amount of physical activity he had done in both the gym and in the bedroom should have left his muscles aching, but alas, that never happened to him anymore. He knew the reason why, and it was seeming like something he was going to talk to his love about soon, maybe even this very moment.

Looking down at her in bed, her nubile body draped over his manly figure, he brushed back a clump of her dark brown hair from her face so that he could look upon her radiant face. She was trouble, even asleep, and that was exciting. But she was innocent in his eyes as well. He lay there and just admired her angelic look as she slept, looking so content as she rested upon him.

Humming something in her sleep, she murmured as she did from time to time when she grasped one of her rather prodigious breasts and shifted it before moving the rest of her body. It still amused him that she could be completely asleep, yet somehow her subconscious had adapted to that activity rather than placing her elbow on it as she moved or squashing one of them when she rolled over.

Greedily she pulled him to her, trying to press her body tighter to him as she tended to whenever she was semi-conscious, usually just as they dozed off or right before she awoke. It was one of the signals he had learned to identify as her being about to rouse.

It was always rough on him in the morning. Her bountiful bosoms often pressed against his chest or abs as she began to awaken, her hands often in search for a certain part of him, and the caressing of his body as she would search was always erotic and sent small shocks of energy throughout his body. No woman had ever been able to do such things to him, but he wasn't about to complain. As he saw her violet eyes slowly open, he spoke softly, "Good morning beautiful. I hope you slept well."

She smiled up at him and he could see the lie forming in her eyes, but then she snuggled against his chest and sighed. "No... no, I didn't. Bad dreams, couldn't sleep... I'm worried, Patrick."

He could be the brave man and lie to her, reassure her, or he could be truthful with her. It was a choice, and one he had to make immediately. He caressed her cheek, "Aye, I understand. It has been giving me pause as well."

Placing her palms flat on his chest, she rested her chin on the back of her hands and looked up at him. "You now the truth, and that makes you an accomplice to my... well, my existence. I don't think Starfleet is going to accept 'I changed my mind' as a viable answer to all of this, and..." She sighed heavily. "I just have this awful feeling that someone is going to find out somehow... which is silly, because no one ever has, but I can't shake the feeling."

He ran his hands through her luxurious hair as he closed his eyes and was in apparent quiet thought for a good minute. Had she been in control of her telepathy, this would be an ideal time to use it. Opening his eyes he looked at her directly, "I will handle this. It may require a great deal of us both, but if you will trust me, I promise you, nothing bad will happen to you or anyone else."

Lips curling in a shy and hesitant smile, she nodded slightly. "I do trust you. I am just worried about you is all... I don't want me to be the ruin of you. Promise me that, Patrick... promise me that you won't let anything happen to you because of me." Her eyes were wide and searching, and he knew she was watching him closely for any telltale signs of a lie.

He smiled. "I told you, you'd be surprised what I can survive. I got an ace up my sleeve yet lass."

Life presents us all with choices every day, and this was one for her... trust the man that she loved, who was keeping her in the dark about his plans, or pursue the truth and demand answers so that she could help him. On the one hand, it was his nature... he was doing his best to shield her from harm, and while she worried that he was endangering himself- she noticed he had evaded her demand of a promise- she knew that was something that she enjoyed about him and did not wish to discourage.

On the other hand, if she knew what he had planned then she could help... she was intelligent and resourceful and remarkably motivated. She wanted to protect him... she had no idea from what, but somewhere within her warnings continued to surface that would not be silenced, and she trusted that intuition.

In the end it came down to trust. If she trusted him sufficiently then she would take him at his word and let him make his play. If not then she would demand to be privy to his thoughts and force him to include her in his plans. Wrapping her arms about him she squeezed him, not hard, but tightly.

"I trust you, Patrick O'Conner."

If Janus still listened to her... for all the good it would do... she prayed to him to keep her lover safe, no matter the cost.

Tenderly he kissed her for several moments, as she pressed her body to his. Breaking the kiss he replied, "Good. Now then..." he looked over at the old fashioned desk clock he kept on his desk, "...what to do with the next hour before we have to get dressed?"

The vixen not from Vulcan wiggled her eyebrows as she began moving atop him. She most definitely had some ideas of what do with that hour... and none of them involved sleep.

 

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