Crew Quarters

[Lt Britt Keyren]

Continued from the Holdeck/suite

As she strolled out of the water back onto the beach, she stopped in midstep, surprise echoing on her facial features as she recieved a thought back from Commander Sloan, not a prcjected thought but a thought nonetheless

He heard her last thought? How could he? Unless she projected to him without realizing it . That was apparently the case she started getting very vivid and graphically detailed images from him, ones that doene things to stimulate her body, sending tingles down her spine and even in places she didn't know existed and only with just a thought of the things he thought of doing with and to her

Was it her or did the temperature just shoot up? She turned back toward the water, expecting steam to be rising from it but it was calm and looked cool still

The cat is evidently on the hunt for this mouse but this mouse isn't about to run away. This mouse would play while the cat is still here and prove she is a match for a certain said cat

[Cmdr Dominique Fleury]

After returning to the station, Sloan had directed the installation of the new workers. The Vedek had been the most difficult, railing on and on about his sacred duties and how the Empire had no right...eventually Sloan had simply backhanded him hard enough to knock one of his teeth through his lower lip and 'that' had finally managed to silence him.

Once Sloan felt everything was sufficiently secured, he returned to the ship. The Captain, he'd been informed was still in the infirmary, but the injury was not life-threatening, and he would be released soon. The time he'd spent with Britt, he licked his lips at the remembrance, had been sweet and too short. As soon as possible, he planned to do it again. For now, a few hours sleep. He entered his quarters and without even bothering to change out of his duty uniform, had fallen asleep within moments of laying down. His last coherent thought had been to grin at what Addison would think when he found his office in the condition he and Britt had left in it. The box he'd brought back from the temple had been pushed under the desk and forgotten.

[Cmdr Dominique Fleury]

Britt walked up to Sloan, slapping his behind like he would to her. "I sense something's wrong. You're scowling more then usual, especially toward the captain and you haven't said or done much to me since you visited the doctor."

"Anytime the Captain is happy is a reason for me to scowl. It usually means he's considering something grandiose and doesn't care what he needs to do in order to achieve it. I'm not available at his whim to plot an invasion against an undetermined foe. If he wants to throw his life and career away, let him, but he's not taking mine with him."

He let the scowl slip and a smile take it's place. He turned to face her, cupping her breasts in his hands. "So you want to play, eh?

She scoffed at his words, nodding in agreement that whenever the Captain is happy, it usually meant trouble for the rest of them "Doesn't care what he needs or who he needs to go through." She added. "It does seem like a foolhardy adventure, invading a foe that you know nothing about. Even I know that." She saw and felt the transformation in him, smiling, with a moan, as he cupped her. [color=magenta "Yes. When it comes to you, I am always in a playful mood." [/b][/color]

He reached around and pulled her close. It was only the stress, he decided, that had made him lose his interest in her recently. She certainly hadn't lost any of her appeal. He ran his hands over her curves and felt the familiar tingle of response, but where he should have shown far more tangible evidence of his arousal to her, there was nothing. He pulled her tightly against him, taking pleasure in her warmth, her softness. He kissed her hard, then pulled away again in frustration, the scowl returned more deeply than before.

As he grabbed her, she grabbed similarly, pulling him to her. She sensed the loss of interest and attributed it to command stress, especially with the Captain and the twit of the Security Chief. She decided that she would rekindle his interest and get him mind off of the stress. She moaned as he ran his hands all over the soft curves of her body, but the first thing she noticed that was wrong was his reaction. Where she grabbed, she felt nothing of his usual responsiveness.

She took pleasure in the warmth of his body, which should be growing warmer but she was getting nothing. His deep kiss had her responding with one of her own but the kiss was short lived, which disappointed her. She looked at him after he pulled away. The scowl was back and deeper then before, frustration coming from him like waves from an ocean "This is more then just stress" She commented, scowling herself "Something else has happened."

"Damn right it has! And I think it has Addison's mark all over it. This is his retaliation for what we left him on Terok Nor. He's going to make sure that we don't enjoy ourselves. It would have been easy for Barton to slip a little something in when he took my blood samples but how much did he give me and how long will it last?

She listened to him and it took her a moment to realize what he was saying. Her scowl deepened to match his when the realization hit her "The Bastard!" She cursed "Both of them. Hit us where it would hurt the most." Her scowl and anger softened a bit "Well then, looks like I will have to wait until you are responsive again. Either that, or go find a willing Ensign down below, depending on the time frame." She paused a moment to think "Although perhaps I can "persuade" the doctor to tell me how long this will be in effect." She said with a mischevious smile.

" Perhaps Barton can be persuaded by your charms but more likely he'd be persuaded by how much latinum you're offering." He pulled her close again, holding her tightly enough that he knew it would cause her some discomfort. "I don't suggest looking for a replacement for me. " He tilted her chin up with a finger, so her gaze met his equally mischievous expression. "You'd only be disappointed."

"Perhaps I can use charms and latinum to get what I want. I may be an Ensign but I am not hard up for latinum. As for replacing you.."She smiled warmly at him . "I wouldn't dream of it. There is no one that can replace you, not even the Captain."

[Lt. Tracy Jones]

She was walking to her quarters and talking to a security officer name Hocking he was an NCO "You come with me" she said he nodded and said"Yes Ma'am", They enter here quarters

When the door shut she turned to Hocking "You know I can make your life on this ship a living hell" she pushed him against the wall, "Yeeeeessss Maaaaa'aaam" he stuttered She laughed "No need to be scared you have something I want right now?" she said he just looked at her confused, when she cupped him"Nice" she said as he became aroused

Leading him by his arousal she took him into her bedroom "You will do as I say or you wish you were dead!" She says in a Stearn voice and from the look in her eyes, he started undressing.

As she undressed she pushed him to the bed and followed rubbing her hands over his body and favoring his arousal, she smiled and rolled him on his stomach and started kissing his back

She paused long enough to put something on, then Kissed him again on his back before shoved his face into the pillow to muffle his screams as she took him, he griped the sheets as he screamed She slapped his rear then said "This belongs to me" several hours passed before she turned him over and smiled he looked at her, but said nothing and did what she wanted, after several minutes she removed the item, laid back and gave him his treat for being a good toy

[Lt. Commander Asano Nitobe]

Asano meditated silently in his quarters, Legs folded under him in the traditional style. For some reason his mind wandered back to his training as a child.

It had been reputed that a master swordsman had come to Okinawa in search of comabat opponents. Rumor had it that he had killed several of the best fighters on the island already.

The man had come to Asano's school where he readily challenged master Musashi. This concerned Asano, for he did not wish to lose his beloved master, but to the chagrin of the other students, the master accepted.

It was know that this man never attacked first, but rather would let his opponent strike so he could analyze the style and defeat him.

When Master Musashi went out to confront him, He, too waited for the Challenger to attack first. The man did everything he could to chide the old master to attack, spouting insult after insult at the Master.

The Master stood fast, merely smiling and nodding.

After an hour, the challenger lost patience and felt humiliated. He spit at the ground near Musashi and walked off angrily.

Asano walked up to the master.

"How could you do this, master? You have dishonored us! even if he won at least you would have fought and died with honor. How could you endure such insults? How could you let this man dishonor you so?"

The old man looked at Asano and asked: "If a man offers you a gift, and you DO NOT accept it, then to whom does this gift belong?"

"It remains the propety of the one that offered it" Asano replied.

"Yes, Asano. and the same holds true of anger, and insults. If you do not accept them, then they remain the property of the one who brought them"

The master walked back to the compound smiling and whistling.

--From a story by Rutagengwa Claude Shema.

[Lt Britt Keyren]

Coming from Sickbay wasn't an easy trip, especially when she had to find her new quarters with a pounding migraine and her mental abilities blocked. A couple of times it looked like some of the male crew wanted to stop and chat with her, that is until she gave them a look that told them she was in no mood to talk

She finally reached her quarters and entered, the computer automatically turning on the lights. Her right hand slapped her forehead, eyes shutting to shut out the over-abundance of light that sent another zing of pain through her brain. She scowled and spoke through gritted teeth "Computer, lights off!"

A moment later the lights went out and she is surrounded by blessed darkness. She then opened her eyes and saw the outline of everything in the room, the only lights in the room coming from the starbase and those were tolerable, barely. She agin addressed the computer "I do not wish to be bothered until it is time for my shift to begin. If anyone calls for me, I am indisposed, save for the captain. If he should contact me, patch it through." Although she still may still tell him to go bug off. After all, he is the one who ordered the Inhibitor in the first place

After hearing the acknowledgement from the computer, she goes straight to bed

[Cmdr Dominique Fleury]

A private dinner invitation usually meant someone wanted something that could be more easily achieved in a casual setting. Business or personal, she wondered. Her arrival at the station and subsequent placement on Defiant was more than good timing, but Von Doring held all the cards. Neither she nor Addison knew everything, only as much as the commodore wanted each of them to. Perhaps there was new information or perhaps he only wanted to confirm what he already knew?

Pah! Was she going to sit around all night and worry?

Dominique decided on a mess dress variant of black velvet, her silver sash tied low across her hips. Neither too formal nor too suggestive. A neutral approach was best. From there, one could turn in either direction easily.