Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paris Carisi (Chief of Security) in Taking a Break

Posted by Commander Mason Black (Executive Officer) in Taking a Break

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paris Carisi (Chief of Security) in Taking a Break
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻

Snip

“Yes, we do.” Mason said with a raised eyebrow, “so why are you trying to undress the hired help? You know we can just replicate restraints right, but if you are going to insist on hog tying them let me do it, your knots are easy to slip.”

“Babe I am the security chief you are the XO. How bad would it look if I hogtied you to say the bed and then took off leaving you there for someone to find you? That happened to a friend of mine. Devon Rand. Great guy but dating some psycho chick. I have to make sure you can always get out…unless you don’t want me to,” Paris winked at Mason. “Now less talking more working. Drag him over there and get to work.”

As he spoke Mason came around the sofa and picked up one of the mans legs who was draped over the coffee table, then unceremoniously dragged him off of it and across the floor to the door where the first downed man lay and picked up his leg too. Then, he began to drag them towards the bedroom.

“The reason for the hog tying is simple,” she said getting back on topic, “we want to prove a point. They hit us and we hit them. I want something creative to show them you don’t mess with Team Carisi Black. So if you have something more interesting I am all over it.”

“We tie the three of them together, remove the comms and take them with us before ditching them, bind them so they can’t talk and stick them all in the shower. By the time anyone works out what happened we will be long gone.”

Cmdr Black, XO

Stepping over the body of the man Mason was dragging, Paris wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long deep kiss. Yes time was of the essence here but she had to let him know something. “God I love how your mind works. I mean you are so put together on the outside. A perfect gentleman but in your heart lies a man with a revenge streak darker than any Klingon. You have no idea how attractive I find that,” she gave him a playful squeeze.

Lt. Commander Paris Carisi COS

Mason returned the kiss and grinned, “We all have our dark side, it just so happens people shooting at me and people I love don’t rank highly on my ‘give a damn’ list. Did I mention we should pull the pin on one of those extra canisters they have strapped to their legs, and stick it between the door and wall? If one of them opens that door before they get out of the binds, and they won’t be able to in the shower, the handle will be released and the gas will fill the room again. I like going for that extra little touch. Bring that one with you.” He motioned to the third thug with his head.

“You know,” Paris grunted as she yanked at the body Mason told her to drag, “I am…a gurrrrrrrl,” she moved the man but with a lot of effort. “Aren’t the…guys....supposed to” she stopped talking as she looked down at the man’s feet she was pulling across the floor. He had come to from the depths of unconsciousness and while the hog-tie was extremely efficient to stop the man from getting away, the man had hooked his legs around the legs of a chair preventing Paris from moving him without also moving the fifty pound chair too.

“Seriously,” she looked at the man. “You are making me look bad in front of my boss and break a sweat. Why can’t you just cooperate,” she put her hands on her hips as she looked down at the guy. Even if his mouth could not speak his eyes rambled entire conversations about what he would do to her if he was free. Not wanting to waste time Paris raised her foot and kicked him in the jaw knocking the guy out cold. “You know…we…so…coulda done....this with…your..teeth…intact,” she yanked the man the rest of the way to the bedroom so Mason could finish the job.

Minutes later and the three henchmen were tied together, gagged and blindfolded and stuck in the shower with very little leg room. A gas grenade wedged in the door ready to fall loose at the slightest touch. Mason stood in the living room, helmet on the table beside him as he holstered his phaser and tricorder and found room for three gas canisters in his suit. Paris would carry the other two they had found on the men. “Whatever they are hiding, they went to a lot of trouble to keep us away from it,” he said to her while he patted the grenades into place and picked up the three comm badges they had carried. “You better show me where this vent was.”

Paris bit her lip and pulled Mason towards her by the waistband of his pants. This was not the time or the place but when was the time or place when you were sleeping with the XO. Dating the XO was like perpetually living with your parents. No matter what you were doing there was always the chance you would get interrupted. Right now, however, Paris was willing to take the chance. Backing up towards the bed, Paris said nothing. Instead, she pulled out his shirt enough to make sure he knew the agenda. Feeling the bed stop Paris’ backward motion she looked up at Mason and took a moment to finger-comb his hair softly.

“I love you, Mason,” Paris said pressing her lips to his. It was then the romance ended. Paris had one thing on her mind as the adrenaline coursed through her body. It was a need to be with him. A need to let Mason know she would follow him anywhere. Her hands drifted down to help him with his shirt as his hands moved around her waist. All else faded into white noise as Paris devoted all her attention to the man she was going to marry.

====================
Fifteen minutes later......

It didn’t take long to reach the access panel where Paris had entered the vent earlier. At that time of night the only person they had passed had been a member of the Asimov’s crew, likely returning to their own quarters after a late night liason of their own. They had begun to speak, but Mason had held up his finger for silence and made the time honored ‘See no Evil, Hear no Evil, Speak no Evil’ gestures. Considering their rank and position on the Asimov, NE Parks nodded and continued on his way, the encounter forgotten.

Pausing at the panel, Mason looked at Paris and sighed. “You know this isn’t quite the kind of tight space I hoped to get into tonight,” he grinned wickedly. “We had the penthouse suite, double king bed, real chocolate. Now we are playing Gweer Bryls: Dodgy Colonial Corporate Edition and packing Phasers and gas grenades. I was expecting a different kind of bang, honestly.” He pulled the panel from the door and placed it to one side, then turned back to Paris and took her around the waist, pushing her against the wall and pressing his body close to hers, awkward enough considering their bulky hazmat suits.

“How many bangs are you looking for Sir,” she said softly so close to him that she could feel his exhaling breath cascade down her neck. If they were anywhere but a public hallway Paris might have gone for round two, yet there were here and not back in the suite Mason was just speaking about. “I am up for it. You think we can fit in the panel. This is a bit public and while I am okay with people knowing I am going to be your wife I am not sure they should see wifely duties,” she laughed, “unless that is some Denevan custom I am unaware of.” Paris did not try to kiss him or pull away. She wanted the tension between them to be electric. Paris knew as well Mason that the horizontal mambo would not be danced in the small access hallway but it was fun to tease him.

“There is never a dull moment with you, Paris,” he whispered to her gently. “You know you are the best thing that ever happened to me, right. Even if we get eaten by giant, man eating bugs or drown in a sea of bug poop for your crazy scheme, at least i’ll go down with you by my side. I love you, always know that okay. I don’t know of anything that could complete me more than you do.”

Cmdr Black, XO

“Good,” she said patting him on the chest several times before ducking under his arm. “And I am going to need you to crush any creepy crawlies we meet along the way.” Entering the panel Paris crawled on her hands and knees down the tunnel. It was tight as Mason commented but not tight enough that she was feeling claustrophobic yet. She had worked on overcoming the panicky sensation tight spaces brought onto her. The incident on the surface of Mars that started it had been played out over and over in a holodeck program enough times that Paris could react without freezing but that was a long way from being over the fear of small enclosed places.

Lt. Commander Paris Carisi COS

bumpin for myself