Playful end to the night

Posted on Wed Jan 29, 2014 @ 9:37pm by Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit

1,547 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: A Whole New World, Part 2 - Durbatuluk
Location: USS Victory, Deck 2, Captain's Quarters

[Deck 2, Captain's Quarters]


If today was any indication of what the next three weeks would be like with their diplomatic passengers aboard.. she was going to need to go down and get another bottle of vodka from stores to keep in her Ready Room. And in her personal quarters.

Maybe stashed in the 'lift..

Nothing had prepared her for the list of demands from Heru Imlad and his entourage. Rhea suspected that the Quartermaster might well be plotting some form of retaliation against her now after she gave up and placed HIM in charge of seeing to Imlad's apparently endless list of demands..

Everything from how food was to be arranged on a plate.. to specific requirements for bedding, or security for their religous artifacts.

The headache had neared epic proportions as she sat in Imlad's quarters, finally prompting her to give the Quartermaster full authority with orders to do his best to meet the Ambassador's every need.

She hadn't even felt guilty when she bailed and retreated, so relieved was she to just escape!

In fact.. her drink needed a refill! Rising from where she'd been sitting reviewing a news report which had arrived from Starfleet, Rhea refilled her glass with fresh cold orange juice, into which she added a healthy splash of vodka to help with the tension-generated headache!

The fact that this was the fourth glass of headache reliever she conveniently ignored as she returned to the sofa and leaned back, scrolling through various news items.

"This is going to be a very long three weeks.." Kennit muttered aloud before switching from the news reports to reading a novel she'd pulled from the ship's digital library.


Eventually she knew she should get to bed, sleep likely the best cure for what ailed her.

But.. she'd get to bed in a bit.. after reading a little first..

And she was waiting to hear from Cmdr. Hunter who had been going to check on their guests, as well as a few other issues taking place.. like that odd pile of junk Torres had convinced her to let him bring back aboard from the alien ship..


At that precise moment, Commander Alec Hunter, Executive Officer of the USS Victory was stomping his way toward the Captain's quarters. To say he was mad was a vast understatement would be like calling World War II a skirmish. The Heru Imlad was a royal pain in the ass! Endless demands, like just now complaining about the lights in his quarters. After forty five minutes of patiently explaining to the man that no, they weren't going to tea rout the ceiling and rework the lighting pattern. Alec had snapped "Live with it." And left. Now here he was outside Rhea's door. His finger pressing on the chime. He wanted entrance and he wanted it now!

"Come on! Come on!" He growled impatiently as he waited. He wondered if anyone would get wise if he took his combadge off. It would be a welcome relief not to hear the Heru's whinny demanding voice. He also needed to tell Rhea that Torres had his 'junk pile' secure in one of the science labs. Alec didn't know why Miguel wanted it but he did and it was now aboard the Victory.

He began to pace as he waited, ~ Was she taking a bath? Asleep?~ He thought silently remembering she said she wanted to hear from him which was code for come by my quarters. So here he was..... outside waiting. "Sometime today." He mumbled as his finger stabbed the chime again.

After another minute or so, the door opened with the Captain standing inside holding a glass in her hand. She looked at him, "What's wrong with you?" she asked after a moment taking in the expression on his face.

Alec didn't answer her immediately as he slid by her and further into her quarters. Once inside he turned and faced her, "What's wrong with me?" He repeated her question, "To put it bluntly our guests is what's wrong with me." His eyes drifted to the drink in her hand, "What's that you're drinking? I'm hoping it's not just orange juice."

She didn't answer, just flashed a quick smile and downed most of the drink in a single swallow.

A wicked grin came to his face, "That's what I thought." He looked around, "Got anymore? I think I could use a double. You won't believe what that pain in the ass wanted me/us to do." He looked at the glass in her hand again, "How many of those have you had?"

Ignoring the question about how much she'd had to drink, Kennit instead said "Which pain in the ass are you referring to?"

He wagged his finger at her, "Oh no, answer my question first." Then he thought about it, "No, I'll tell you whom I'm referring to even though I know you know. I'm talking about our guests. Royal pain in the ass is what they are!" He looked around, "Where did you hide it?"

Strolling behind him, she answered "Hide what?"

Alec crossed his arms over his chest. "Have you suddenly become a myna bird? Repeating everything I say?" He pointed at the empty glass in her hand. "Hide whatever you've been drinking. I could really use a drink."

She looked over to the replicator, where the bottle of vodka was sitting in plain site. "Really?"

He followed her gaze to where the bottle of vodka sat. "Yes 'Polly', Ahhh, I should have known with the orange juice." He walked over and grabbed the bottle, while taking a glass out of her cabinet. he poured some in,picking it up and looking at her, "Screw the OJ, this trip." Then he raised the glass and took a deep gulp. "Ohhhhh! That is the good stuff? Where did you get it?"

That made her just smile, "Captain's secret.." she replied.

"Captain's secret but Rhea, I thought we didn't have any secrets." He bantered as he placed his glass down and moved toward her.

She continued to smile almost lazily at him as she walked over, took the bottle from his hand and poured herself a refill. "Now now.. it's a woman's prerogative to keep a few secrets .. you know that.." She took a drink, then winked at him. "Besides.. a few harmless little secrets like where I get my personal stores from don't hurt anything..and I share.."

"Of course you do Rhea. I also know that you're just a wee bit drunk," Alec said as he wrapped a arm around her waist an held her close. Leaning close he kissed her neck, "Now how many have you had?" he inquired.

"mmm.. Enough to enjoy that.." she drawled in response.

"You need to drink to enjoy my kisses? I think I'm hurt." As he again peppered her neck and throat with soft kisses. His hands on her waist as he lightly began to tickle her. " What do you think of that?" He bantered.

She wriggled away from his hands, laughing as she said "Knock that off!"

Alec joined in laughing as Rhea wiggled away from his hands, yet he continued to close on her , his fingers reaching for her sides, tickling when he could. "There's no escape for you Rhea." He laughed again, forgetting about the PIA he had come to complain about.

She squeaked..honest to god.. squeaked with laughter.. struggling to escape now and wriggling about in his arms.

Rhea's squeak spurred him on. as his arms had encircled her and he was tickling her. He loved her laugh it was so alive and infectious he couldn't help but laugh as well. "So your ticklish, who would have guessed." As he stopped to let her catch her breath and then began to tickle her again.

"Alec!" she squeaked out, thrashing to escape once again while laughing helplessly. "Quit!"

He paused as she squeaked again. "Quit?" He questioned, "Do you really want me to quit. I think you're enjoying this." He countered, a humorous tone to his voice.

"Tickling me is cheating!" she told him with a chuckle.

He cocked his head to one side, allowing Rhea a brief respite from his tickling fingers. "Cheating? How is that cheating?" He bantered, a radiant smile on his face.

"Stronger.. cute.. stronger.. tickling to make me helpless. cheating!" she answered.

He stood there considering her statement. "Helpless? Really? I doubt that very much however you did say cute. I think you were referring to me so I guess you've earned a reprieve." With that, he scooped her into his arms, holding her close to his chest. "Now, lets see if we can find something a little more quiet to do."

"I can think of a few things.." she said in a near whisper against his ear, then reaching up she pulled his lips to hers and captured him with a long, searing kiss.

"I'm sure you can." He muttered, before his lips met hers in a red hot kiss, "Hell, forget the booze, we can make our own fireworks."

Pulling him hard against her, against his lips she said "You're talking too much..."

His answer was elegant in it's simplicity as he kissed her hard on the lips and continued to kiss her.

 

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