The Dead of Night – Business And Pleasure
by Lieutenant Commander Ivanovich Kuznetsov & 1st Lieutenant Fahima Tennebrin
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Ivan rubbed his eyes, finally getting free of meetings. He sighed, realizing he had another one to make.
"Computer, locate Captain Zhy'len Tarias."
"Captain Zhy'len Tarias is current in his cabin. Readings show she is asleep."
"Damn. Computer, find Lieutenant Tennebrin."
"Lieutenant Tennebrin is in the gym."
Ivan smiled. Exec was not a CO, but close enough for his purposes. He tapped his commbadge, and wiped the grin off.
"Kuznetsov to Tennebrin. Please report to my office when you get a chance."
Tennebrin held up a hand, to stop the other marine as he bounced forward to punch. He dropped his hands at once and the XO tapped her commbadge. "Acknowledged." She looked up at the Second Lieutenant. "I guess that's it for the night, then."
"Don't think you're getting off that easily, m'am." He offered a grin and she met it.
"Don't fool yourself, Eric, I was going easy on you." The banter continued as Fahima ducked out of the ring and retrieved her water bottle. "Have a great night." She took a long drink of the water, her throat and aching muscles crying out for re-hydration. Her neck cracked as she waited for the lift and she wished, not for the first time, that she could collapse in bed somewhere. She hadn't needed the extra workout after the Captain's punishment but she also wasn't going to cancel a training session with one of her people -- she couldn't afford to show weakness this early in the game. She stifled a yawn and ran a hand through her hair before pressing the chime.
"Open," Ivan said, looking up and leaning back in his chair.
It only vaguely occurred to her that most women -- not marine women -- would probably have tried to make themselves at least passably presentable when visiting a man they were sleeping with this late in the evening, even if it were just for business. She took another drink of water as she entered the office with a mental shrug. "You asked to see me, Lieutenant?"
Ivan stood. "Yes, I did." He tossed her a PaDD, and she snapped it out of the air. "On that is my proposal for the drop plan when we get to where we're going. I would of asked the marine CO, but he's in his quarters. Asleep, or otherwise." Ivan shrugged. "Moving on, also on that PaDD is a readiness evaluation from each pilot. I would like you, or Captain Tarias, however it happens, to produce a report like that for me."
The Lieutenant turned her attention to the PaDD and began scrolling through the data there, nodding slowly. "I don't think that should be a problem. We're still running scenarios but we should get a pretty good idea of our peoples' abilities over the next couple of days." She looked up at him. "I'll speak with Captain Tarias in the morning once she has had a chance to rest." Her lips quirked upwards in a small smile at Ivan's mistake.
"She. My apologies."
Ivan, having dispensed with the pleasantries and business of the evening, stood up and cracked his neck. "Well, I guess that's it, unless you've got something else, Lieutenant."
"I don't think so." She shook her head, finishing off her water and turning towards the door. After only a couple of steps, she hesitated and turned back to him. "You know I was just going to head to my quarters . . . take a hot shower and get to bed." She paused. "You're welcome to join me." She hadn't intended on continuing their sexual relationship much farther than a one night stand -- not on a ship with so many eligible singles -- but she found that she liked the CAG and even if it were just sex she wanted to continue what they'd started.
"Sure. I could make you dinner." He grinned, remembering the nutritious slop they served the Air Corps. "Sound like a deal?"
She raised both her eyebrows, surprised by the man's apparent energy. Truth be told she wasn't sure she would even have the energy for a quickie before passing out after the day they'd, but her stomach rumbled at the idea of non-replicated food. "I'm not going to say 'no' to that."
"Well then. Sounds like a deal." Ivan grinned. "Shall we be going, my comrade in punishment?"
Fahima nodded and tried to laugh but her muscles seemed to hurt more when she did that. They left the office together and started down the hall. "So your quarters then?"
"Sounds like a plan." Ivan said, quietly. He reflected on the past couple weeks, life had been a whirlwind of utterly boring moments punctuated by either extreme terror or manic. He forced himself to smile every day, and kept the air component on the ship spinning, but he had never found a real purpose. He was wondering what his usefulness was, his essence for being, when he met Fahima. He smiled again, outwardly, lost in thought. He was dimly aware of Tennebrin trying to tell him something.
"...What? Erm, say again."
The marine laughed again and her sides hurt from the effort and so the laughter was punctuated by a small groan. "I just said that I hope we can stay awake for dinner and . . . you know, dessert." She winked and grinned. "After this morning I'm impressed that either of us are still conscious."
"Now that, Lieutenant," Ivan kissed the tip of Fahima's nose, "is an achievement unto itself." He smiled, and recalled the extremes of the day. He forced his body under control, and it was an effort not to groan and lean on the wall. He wasn't sure he could stay awake long enough for much other than dinner. Well, much other.
She glanced nervously up the hall, but found that no one was around, let alone around to see him kiss her and felt herself relax slightly. They entered the turbolift and called for deck four. There was a minute's silence and Tennebrin felt the ache of her feet intensely now that they were no longer moving. She stood on one foot, if only to give her other foot a rest but her equilibrium was not on and she stumbled into Ivan. She grasped the front of his uniform and his arms around her held her up. She caught her breath and felt the warmth of his body keenly through his uniform. "Hello." A smile spread across her lips.
"Hiya." Ivan said, grinning. "Wait right here..." He had an idea. He leaned Fahima on the wall, got the turbolift to stay, and he walked down the hall. Since it was empty, and not occupied, he picked up Fahima, and grinned. He backed out of the lift slowly, checking all directions withe exaggerated caution. He backed into his quarters, and put Fahima into a chair. Before she could object, he kissed her nose again, and was in the kitchen. Sometimes, being a senior staff member had its benefits.
The marine couldn't help but smile at his rather over-the-top romantic gesture. Nevertheless she was very happy when they arrived in the confines of his quarters. She followed his kiss up with a kiss of her own, this time full on the mouth. "If you actually plan on cooking for me I should warn you . . . I don't eat meat." She grinned. "Unless you just want to get to bed."
Ivan called out, "Vegatarian...hmm...I can work around that." He grinned, and started rummaging through the kitchen.
Fahima watched him in a strange sort of haze. She knew she should get up and head for the shower but the chair was just . . . just so comfortable. She leaned forward onto the table as she eyed Ivan's quarters, but her mind didn't seem to want to process what she was seeing. She turned her head on the table and watched him bustle about the kitchen. She never would have pegged him for the domestic type but she wasn't complaining. Her eyes closed as she debated whether or not she should offer to help him. She should, she knew she should, but the table was just so . . . so comfortable.
Ivan thought about what Fahima had said, and even found lettuce, some noodles, and other assorted fruits. He tossed it into a bowl, got two smaller bowls, and brought them out. He put them on the smaller table, the whole process about fifteen minutes.
The marine was dozing with her head resting on her folded arms and jumped when Ivan's hand came down gently on her shoulder. For a moment she wasn't sure where she was but blinked and sat back in her chair. "Oh, I'm sorry." She laughed slightly.
Ivan sighed, and put the food down on the table. "You know, I think it's past somebodies' bedtime." He grinned, and hoped he hid the shadow of guilt behind his eyes. He waited for Fahima's sleepy response, which constituted of her head leaning on his shoulder. He leaned there for about a minute, until he heard her breath sink into a steady rhythm. He leaned back the chair, and got a blanket. He put the food back into the kitchen, and finally sighed himself. He rubbed his aching biceps, and then his thighs announced themselves. He went off for a shower before hitting the sack himself.
Tennebrin was vaguely aware of the fact that she was no longer sitting up and that there was something she had intended on doing . . . it wasn't coming. She let out a little moan and rolled over and felt the unmistakable form of a man next to her. Then she remembered what she'd planned on doing and she tried to open her eyes, but her lids were just so heavy. Oh well. She relaxed down into the pillow. She would make it up to him in the morning . . . and then some.
OFF
by
Lieutenant Ivanovich Kuznetsov
Commander, Air Group
USS Shiloh
and
1st Lt. Fahima Tennebrin
Charlie Company Executive Officer
USS Shiloh
by Lieutenant Commander Ivanovich Kuznetsov & 1st Lieutenant Fahima Tennebrin
Post Details
| Title | Business And Pleasure | |
| Mission | The Dead of Night | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant Commander Ivanovich Kuznetsov & 1st Lieutenant Fahima Tennebrin | |
| Posted | Tue Mar 09, 2010 @ 5:15pm | |
| Location | CAG's Office | |
| Timeline | MD01 2200 |
"Computer, locate Captain Zhy'len Tarias."
"Captain Zhy'len Tarias is current in his cabin. Readings show she is asleep."
"Damn. Computer, find Lieutenant Tennebrin."
"Lieutenant Tennebrin is in the gym."
Ivan smiled. Exec was not a CO, but close enough for his purposes. He tapped his commbadge, and wiped the grin off.
"Kuznetsov to Tennebrin. Please report to my office when you get a chance."
Tennebrin held up a hand, to stop the other marine as he bounced forward to punch. He dropped his hands at once and the XO tapped her commbadge. "Acknowledged." She looked up at the Second Lieutenant. "I guess that's it for the night, then."
"Don't think you're getting off that easily, m'am." He offered a grin and she met it.
"Don't fool yourself, Eric, I was going easy on you." The banter continued as Fahima ducked out of the ring and retrieved her water bottle. "Have a great night." She took a long drink of the water, her throat and aching muscles crying out for re-hydration. Her neck cracked as she waited for the lift and she wished, not for the first time, that she could collapse in bed somewhere. She hadn't needed the extra workout after the Captain's punishment but she also wasn't going to cancel a training session with one of her people -- she couldn't afford to show weakness this early in the game. She stifled a yawn and ran a hand through her hair before pressing the chime.
"Open," Ivan said, looking up and leaning back in his chair.
It only vaguely occurred to her that most women -- not marine women -- would probably have tried to make themselves at least passably presentable when visiting a man they were sleeping with this late in the evening, even if it were just for business. She took another drink of water as she entered the office with a mental shrug. "You asked to see me, Lieutenant?"
Ivan stood. "Yes, I did." He tossed her a PaDD, and she snapped it out of the air. "On that is my proposal for the drop plan when we get to where we're going. I would of asked the marine CO, but he's in his quarters. Asleep, or otherwise." Ivan shrugged. "Moving on, also on that PaDD is a readiness evaluation from each pilot. I would like you, or Captain Tarias, however it happens, to produce a report like that for me."
The Lieutenant turned her attention to the PaDD and began scrolling through the data there, nodding slowly. "I don't think that should be a problem. We're still running scenarios but we should get a pretty good idea of our peoples' abilities over the next couple of days." She looked up at him. "I'll speak with Captain Tarias in the morning once she has had a chance to rest." Her lips quirked upwards in a small smile at Ivan's mistake.
"She. My apologies."
Ivan, having dispensed with the pleasantries and business of the evening, stood up and cracked his neck. "Well, I guess that's it, unless you've got something else, Lieutenant."
"I don't think so." She shook her head, finishing off her water and turning towards the door. After only a couple of steps, she hesitated and turned back to him. "You know I was just going to head to my quarters . . . take a hot shower and get to bed." She paused. "You're welcome to join me." She hadn't intended on continuing their sexual relationship much farther than a one night stand -- not on a ship with so many eligible singles -- but she found that she liked the CAG and even if it were just sex she wanted to continue what they'd started.
"Sure. I could make you dinner." He grinned, remembering the nutritious slop they served the Air Corps. "Sound like a deal?"
She raised both her eyebrows, surprised by the man's apparent energy. Truth be told she wasn't sure she would even have the energy for a quickie before passing out after the day they'd, but her stomach rumbled at the idea of non-replicated food. "I'm not going to say 'no' to that."
"Well then. Sounds like a deal." Ivan grinned. "Shall we be going, my comrade in punishment?"
Fahima nodded and tried to laugh but her muscles seemed to hurt more when she did that. They left the office together and started down the hall. "So your quarters then?"
"Sounds like a plan." Ivan said, quietly. He reflected on the past couple weeks, life had been a whirlwind of utterly boring moments punctuated by either extreme terror or manic. He forced himself to smile every day, and kept the air component on the ship spinning, but he had never found a real purpose. He was wondering what his usefulness was, his essence for being, when he met Fahima. He smiled again, outwardly, lost in thought. He was dimly aware of Tennebrin trying to tell him something.
"...What? Erm, say again."
The marine laughed again and her sides hurt from the effort and so the laughter was punctuated by a small groan. "I just said that I hope we can stay awake for dinner and . . . you know, dessert." She winked and grinned. "After this morning I'm impressed that either of us are still conscious."
"Now that, Lieutenant," Ivan kissed the tip of Fahima's nose, "is an achievement unto itself." He smiled, and recalled the extremes of the day. He forced his body under control, and it was an effort not to groan and lean on the wall. He wasn't sure he could stay awake long enough for much other than dinner. Well, much other.
She glanced nervously up the hall, but found that no one was around, let alone around to see him kiss her and felt herself relax slightly. They entered the turbolift and called for deck four. There was a minute's silence and Tennebrin felt the ache of her feet intensely now that they were no longer moving. She stood on one foot, if only to give her other foot a rest but her equilibrium was not on and she stumbled into Ivan. She grasped the front of his uniform and his arms around her held her up. She caught her breath and felt the warmth of his body keenly through his uniform. "Hello." A smile spread across her lips.
"Hiya." Ivan said, grinning. "Wait right here..." He had an idea. He leaned Fahima on the wall, got the turbolift to stay, and he walked down the hall. Since it was empty, and not occupied, he picked up Fahima, and grinned. He backed out of the lift slowly, checking all directions withe exaggerated caution. He backed into his quarters, and put Fahima into a chair. Before she could object, he kissed her nose again, and was in the kitchen. Sometimes, being a senior staff member had its benefits.
The marine couldn't help but smile at his rather over-the-top romantic gesture. Nevertheless she was very happy when they arrived in the confines of his quarters. She followed his kiss up with a kiss of her own, this time full on the mouth. "If you actually plan on cooking for me I should warn you . . . I don't eat meat." She grinned. "Unless you just want to get to bed."
Ivan called out, "Vegatarian...hmm...I can work around that." He grinned, and started rummaging through the kitchen.
Fahima watched him in a strange sort of haze. She knew she should get up and head for the shower but the chair was just . . . just so comfortable. She leaned forward onto the table as she eyed Ivan's quarters, but her mind didn't seem to want to process what she was seeing. She turned her head on the table and watched him bustle about the kitchen. She never would have pegged him for the domestic type but she wasn't complaining. Her eyes closed as she debated whether or not she should offer to help him. She should, she knew she should, but the table was just so . . . so comfortable.
Ivan thought about what Fahima had said, and even found lettuce, some noodles, and other assorted fruits. He tossed it into a bowl, got two smaller bowls, and brought them out. He put them on the smaller table, the whole process about fifteen minutes.
The marine was dozing with her head resting on her folded arms and jumped when Ivan's hand came down gently on her shoulder. For a moment she wasn't sure where she was but blinked and sat back in her chair. "Oh, I'm sorry." She laughed slightly.
Ivan sighed, and put the food down on the table. "You know, I think it's past somebodies' bedtime." He grinned, and hoped he hid the shadow of guilt behind his eyes. He waited for Fahima's sleepy response, which constituted of her head leaning on his shoulder. He leaned there for about a minute, until he heard her breath sink into a steady rhythm. He leaned back the chair, and got a blanket. He put the food back into the kitchen, and finally sighed himself. He rubbed his aching biceps, and then his thighs announced themselves. He went off for a shower before hitting the sack himself.
Tennebrin was vaguely aware of the fact that she was no longer sitting up and that there was something she had intended on doing . . . it wasn't coming. She let out a little moan and rolled over and felt the unmistakable form of a man next to her. Then she remembered what she'd planned on doing and she tried to open her eyes, but her lids were just so heavy. Oh well. She relaxed down into the pillow. She would make it up to him in the morning . . . and then some.
OFF
by
Lieutenant Ivanovich Kuznetsov
Commander, Air Group
USS Shiloh
and
1st Lt. Fahima Tennebrin
Charlie Company Executive Officer
USS Shiloh