Borders and Explainations

Posted on Wed Jan 16th, 2019 @ 2:38pm by Lieutenant Commander Shaille Levine & Warrant Officer Koh Otassu

Mission: https://wellington.pegasusfleet.site/index.php/sim/missions/id/5
Location: Lieutenant Levine's Quarters
Timeline: Hours after "Was That You?"

With a weary meep, the black-furred Son of Ts'usu opened an eye before immediately closing it. His head weighed about forty pounds, he felt dry and hollow, and his ears were uncomfortably pressed up against something.

A sniff of the air, the feel of the pressure on his ears, and his eyes opened again. This time, to an unfamiliar ceiling. He wasn't in his room... Where the hell was... and then he remembered. Slowly, he turned to his side to look at the slumbering form of Shaille. The way the sheet draped over her reminded him of how he felt about her before they agreed to drinks, and while those feelings were still there... He was in her bed. Something triggered a panic in his brain, and he took a quick peek under the sheet he lay under.

He didn't want to move, lest he wake her. He didn't want to leave, because whatever happened they needed to discuss it. Run now, and he'd be running forever. No. He'd stay. And wait. In her bed. With his ears bent against the headboard.

Also, he had no idea where his uniform was.

The feel of the movements in the bed roused Shaille from what ever it was she had been dreaming about, one hand moved restlessly over the sheet, before she rubbing at her temples, her eyes still firmly closed. “Whiskey bad...” she mumbled before she moved again, this time her hand falling on the softly furred body of Koh, her eyes opening quickly with realisation.

“I... uh...” she stopped trying to speak, realising that she had absolutely no idea what to say. “When did morning happen?” she finally mumbled softly.

Koh barely moved as her hand landed upon him, and at that point he was both terrified and ready for anything. "Sometime between the fifth glass and now, I think." he muttered, not wanting to speak too loud. What was loud to her was piercing to him. "I'll make breakfast?" he offered, before actually turning to face her form on that half of the bed.

"You alright?" he offered, softly.

“Aside from the fact that I desperately need a toothbrush and a hair brush?” She managed a wan smile despite the pounding in her head. “I am okay,” she reassured softly... “Are you?” Her eyes darkened with concern as she watched him.

Her concern, and her assurance, brought the start of a smile to his features, "Well, aside from wanting to tear my ears off and pour everything out of my head, I think I'm alright." he started. "No more whiskey, though." he chuckled once, but the brought a hand up to his head in almost immediate regret.

"Hey, ummm.. so do you know where my uniform is? I'm.. just in my fur here."

Brushing sleep tousled hair away from her face, Shaille smiled momentarily before reaching out and running her fingertips down the length of his ear. “I like your ears where they are,” she whispered softly and smiled again.

Sitting up with a pained grimace, she held the sheet firmly to her chest and cast a bleary eyed glance around her bedroom. “It could be in the living room,” she murmured softly. “Want me to look?”

Despite going through his very first whiskey hangover, the gentle touch along his ear brought a smile of relief to him. A life-raft amidst the storm. "Thanks. I'm rather attached to them myself." he still found the time for a joke. "No no, you stay. I've been a terrible guest." he admitted, "The least I could do is let you finish waking up proper, and allow me to make breakfast."

She bit down on her bottom lip for a moment as She contemplated how best to respond. “There has been nothing terrible about having you in my quarters,” she finally said quietly. “But I might shower first... and then coffee... lots of coffee...”

He gave a slow nod, mostly because a quick one would shake his brain around his skull. "Thank you. I ... I was worried when I woke up that I ruined my shot at something wonderful." he offered her a smile. "We can talk more about that later. Over breakfast." he took a breath, and then rose to his feet.

The view from the back wasn't too bad. The physique of a fighter pilot wasn't rippling with muscle, but rather was sleek and cut. Black fur all the way, dark and inviting, except for that one spot over his eye, which was a splotch of white. His tail, just a spade of black fluff, had a tip of grey. As he stood, he gave a stretch that started at his feet and went all the way up to his ear tips. He stood there for a moment, possibly to orient himself, and possibly for her benefit, before he made his way into the main living room.

Shaille bit her top lip appreciatively as she watched him moving away from her, waiting until he was out of view before she pushed the sheet away and headed into the bathroom to shower and hopefully wake up a little.

Not even 10 minutes later, Shaille emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a clean uniform. She paused in the doorway to the living room, leaning against the door frame, just watching him for a moment in silence, a smile playing on her lips.

In that time, Koh had found his uniform. Though rather than wear it all, he was just content to prepare breakfast in his boxers... and rather than simply summon breakfast into existence the Ts'usugi figured to put the personal touch on it, and conjure the ingredients to make breakfast. They were ingredients he was used to, to make a breakfast he was familiar with: Rice, eggs, thin cuts of beef, a few finely diced vegetables. Seems he was making something of a simple stir fry for breakfast. Though he also had a mug of coffee on the countertop.

He didn't seem to be aware that he was being watched. He seemed to be too focused on not burning the place to the ground.

Despite the fact that she wanted nothing more than to walk across and run her hands over the soft fur that covered his body, instead she kept her hands to herself, figuring it was probably better to wait until they 'talked' before she did anything more. "It smells amazing," she said quietly as she walked across to him. "What can I do to help?"

"It's a family recipe." he said with a smile as she approached. "Now, if my Federation Standard is up to speed... rice, gentle peppers, eggs, pig... no wait, that's not the word, that's where it's from..." he shook his head gently. "It's a lot of stuff. It's got some gentle spices in there to wake you up, and to knock out a ... what's your word?" he thought about it. "A hungover." he sounded confident, if still a bit muted.

"That's your coffee." he motioned. "As for helping, thank you. I'll just need two bowls in a few minutes."

“Mmmmm.... coffeeeee....” taking the mug, Shaille sipped it appreciately. “Caffeine, nectar of the Gods,” she said, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly, resting her head against his shoulder for a moment, her hand travelling lazily down his back. “It’s a hangover... Gods I haven’t had one in years... but I think it will be a good long while before I touch the whiskey again...”. She moved away, setting her mug on the table before replicating bowls and cutlery as well as some glasses of water.

“All I want to do is go back to bed and sleep for the next 24 hours,” she finished with a shake of her head.

Koh couldn't help but smile as she lay her head against his shoulder, and the hand along his back that followed. His fur was unusually soft. You'd never expect it by looking at it, but it was. "Hangover. Right." he chuckled softly, "Yeah, I think I'll just stick to Ts'usu liquor for the near future. I think going off reservation is what really did me in. "I know exactly how you feel. Just bury me up to my neck in warm blankets and call me with the next lunar dawn." he gave the mix he was mixing a few tosses, then brought it over to serve some into her bowl, before serving himself and putting the pan back on the range. A bit of post-cooking maintenance, and then he sat next to her and just took a deep breath.

"Moons above, I needed this." he remarked, then turned to her and gave her a smile. He reached across the small gulf to put his hand on her's. "I don't regret what happened. I regret the circumstances, and maybe the pace. But I'd do it all again. Maybe with less whiskey."

Turning her hand over so she could curl her fingers around his hand, Shaille exhaled slowly, a sense of relief washing over her. She laughed softly, her thumb moving slowly back and forth over the back of his hand. "Given how tense you seemed this morning I almost expected you to say it was a massive whiskey fueled mistake," she said quietly. "But I'm glad you don't regret it, because neither do I... and as forward as it may sound, I'd really like to do it again... though, yes, perhaps without the whiskey next time. I don't think my head could handle another hangover any time soon."

Koh gave a smile between chews of his breakfast stir fry as she took his hand, and told her tale. "Massive? Maybe. Whiskey Fueled? Probably. Mistake? No. I was more concerned that I had done something wrong, and acted out of place. After all, we're on the same ship so again, not many places I can run." he smirked.

"As for again, a proper outing might be in order. Though, no whiskey. Something that we could both appreciate, like an air show at a shooting range. Or a bonfire where we throw bottles of whiskey into a blaze." he chuckled. "But no regrets, no mistake." he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Not releasing his hand, Shaille used her free hand to pick up her cutlery and start eating, suddenly finding herself feeling much more relaxed. "If you had acted out of place you would have known about it," she said with a smirk. "I grew up with older brothers, even drunk I can throw a mean right hook. But I'm sure we can find something to do, I mean, it's a big ship and all..."



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