Champagne and Mistletoe (part 1)

Posted on Sat Jan 28th, 2012 @ 2:48pm by Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe

1,053 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: The Race for the Lost Treasure
Location: Damion Wolfe's Quarters
Timeline: After Christmas party in the arboretum

ON

Ronnie walked out of the arboretum shortly after Damion, but she didn't go straight to his quarters as he'd asked. Instead, she headed for her own quarters to change into something more comfortable.

If she was going to play his game, she'd add a few of her own rules. She'd never been one to follow what everyone else did, and tonight would be no exception. So she changed into her favorite pair of faded jeans and her favorite Mets jersey. She brushed out her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail, slipped into a pair of sneakers, and grabbed the bottle of champagne.

With a light step and a twinkle in her eye she headed for his quarters and rang the chime.

Damion heard the chime and walked over to the door and hit the button to unlock it. As the doors slid opened he saw her dressed down with a smile on her face. He couldn't help but laugh, as he was expecting her to still be dressed in the clothes she was wearing at the party. "I see you didn't waist any time getting comfortable."

He was still dressed in the same clothes that he had at the party. However, had dressed down slightly too. His tie was off and his buttoned shirt only had two buttons unbuttoned. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his suit jacket was on the couch. As he gestured for her to come in, she could see the lights were dim and there was soft music playing. "Come on in, Ronnie." He said softly to her.

"Hi, Damion," she replied, her voice quiet. The lights and music set a very distinct mood -- one that made her stomach do a little flip-flop.

He smiled slightly as he picked up the nervous feeling from her. She came here in one mood and then it changed after he opened the door. "Why don't you come on in? You still look great, regardless of what you wear. If you don't mind me saying so, of course." Damion cleared his throat as he felt a little nervous himself, but he hid it really well.

Ronnie gave him a crooked grin. "This is how I generally dress when I'm not on shift -- or going to dinner on sinking ships." She walked into the room and looked around. A wall covered with a number of archaic weapons caught her eye. "You have a very nice collection." She walked over to it to get a better look.

"So I have been told." He said softly as he watched her with a smile. "I know how to use all of them. Part of my special training in Starfleet Intelligence. One of the things they wanted to make sure, at least in my former line of work, was that you could use any form of weapon in case of an emergency. I, particularly, enjoyed the bladed kind. There is a lot more... Elegance... to using bladed weapons. They require a lot more skill then a phaser or disruptor." He said as he walked up behind her, crossing his arms over his chest. "If at any point you feel uncomfortable, the door isn't locked." He said with a slight sigh. "So, I won't get offended if you decide to leave."

She turned around to face him, surprised by his words. "Why would I feel uncomfortable?" she asked. "Damion, I wouldn't be here if I did and ... well ..." She felt her cheeks grow warm. "I don't want to leave."

Damion smiled as he could feel her need to stay. He felt her attraction to him, but he wasn't sure how to react. It had been such a long time since he even had time for a relationship. Not to mention, his position as Chief Of Intelligence, would have him running around on some covert operation for Starfleet Intelligence should the Calypso be put in a perfect advantage for them to use him. "That's good.. cause I wouldn't want you to leave either." He said softly as he looked at her and then couldn't help but smile again.

After a slight moment of looking at each other, Damion cleared his throat and then laughed softly. "Why don't I replicate something to chill the champagne?" He said, trying to break the awkward silence between the two of them.

"If you must," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "But it does work better as a club when it's room temperature." She chuckled softly as she relinquished the bottle. "But that's okay. I think I can handle you." She gave him an impish grin. She really had no intention of using the bottle against him -- although the thought HAD crossed her mind.

"If it will make you feel better." He said as he walked over to the wall and grabbed a small black cylinder, about three inches long and an inch thick. Damion tossed it up and then caught it, with a bit of a smile. As he walked back to her, he twirled it in his hand then held it out to her. Ronnie took the small device as she handed him the champagne. Damion walked away toward the replicator. As he began to type in the specification for a champagne bucket, she would be examining what he just gave her. "Don't worry, Lancaster. It's not gonna bite, just point it away from your face once you hit that black button on the side."

Ronnie chuckled softly. She tossed it from one hand to the other to get a good feel for it. Then, with a deft move she pressed the button, pleased at the way it extended. She spun it around a few times, tossing it in the air and catching it. She'd spent far too much time with her brothers and their friends to not how to to use such a stick. She practiced a few quick martial arts moves and pushed the button to retract it again. "Nice, but I won't need one of these." She put it back in its place and turned to watch Damion contemplatively. "Why do you think I need protecting from you?"

(To be continued...)

Lieutenant JG Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer
USS Calypso

 

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