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

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

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paris Carisi (Chief of Security) in Taking a Break
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Mason followed her in, pausing to adjust his Phaser as he did. Reaching back out he picked up the panel and replaced it from the inside, now any trace of their having been here was gone. Flicking on his helmet light he stifled a yawn, Paris had no idea how hard it had been to get back out of bed after their little interlude but the thought of explaining why three ruffians were tied and stashed in their sonic shower without any evidence of wrongdoing, other then their attack on the Starfleet Officers, brought a little more determination to his crawl as he followed Paris’ rear end down the tunnel. Looking after her, he marvelled at how different it looked in the flesh rather than a heavy hazmat suit and grinned.

“So how far do we have to go before we get into the bug poop you found?” he asked through the comm on their suits and noted the chute was angling down further, eventually they passed a point where he recognised extraction fans for vents and guessed they had passed ground level, and were now underground. He frowned, it should by rights have ended in a system for the air conditioning but seemed to be continuing on. “I haven’t seen any bugs yet.”

Cmdr Black, XO

“Why do you sound so disappointed by that,” Paris asked wrinkling her nose a bit. It might be the topic that made her or the fact Mason seemed hell bent of doubting her that this place needed a good Orkin team. To his defense there wasn’t even a butterfly in the gardens.

“Likely because, I am crawling through a duct in a hazmat suit shortly after performing a series of sprint events worthy of the Galactic Book of Records, would rather be curled up in my bed with the woman I love but instead have three men tied up and gagged in my shower, and I have an itchy nose.” The sound of his voice came back to her through their helmet comms. “And I was promised bugs, woman, bugs. Not the Klingon Herpes type but, something dodgy.”

“Mason I promise you baby. Something is,” she stopped crawling immediately and without warning in front of Mason. While not unexpected for her abrupt stop, Paris realized Mason must have been looking down as they ventured through the tunnels and not up.

Mason looked up when Paris’ feet stopped moving, but not in time to prevent the sight of her firm rear end, even in the bulky hazmat suit, from filling his visor like a crashing shuttle pod hitting a moon.

The resulting force of the collision sent Paris head first into the hatchway door that was now blocking their path. A low thud echoed through the tunnel followed by Paris letting out a small whimpering laugh. “I think I just lost five points off my IQ.”

“Honey if that was all it took to lose IQ, the bed post in your quarters would have been the cause of us having a Security Chief that needs her fingers to count to one.” He patted her rear end and tried to look past her. “What we got Betsy?”

“You know I am going to make you kiss it and make it better later,” she teased. “For now however we got a problem. The tunnel is sealed off.” Reaching out she saw her fingers disappearing through a holographic shimmer that cloaked the tunnel that had immediately ended.

“Do you have to try and touch everything?” Mason teased her back. “You are allowed to just look, you know.”

“There is some sort of holographic projection that seems to be,” she held her breath for a second as she let her fingers feel the hard surface behind the shimmering field. “There is a....water tight door,” she said a bit in disbelief. “You know like those round circle things from ancient sea faring times. Don’t ask me why or if I am even right but that’s what if feels like.” After a long pause Paris wedged her body to the side and looked back at mason.

“Like one of those submarine doors we had on that old Submarine Holo-program? 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea or something? Why would they need that?”

“Lift up,” she said dropping from her crawling position to one on her left side. Her feet were shoved back and under Mason so she could lay down. It was tight but he would give her leverage to try and open the hatch. Several grunts later Paris realized she was going to need some help.

“Mason,” she said looking back and down the tunnel at the XO. “Can you shimmy up here beside me and we can try to two man this? The angle we are at is going to make it harder to get leverage.”

Lt commander. Paris Carisi

He twisted onto his side and squeezed up beside her. The tight confine of the tunnel and the suits meant that it was a very tight fit and the two of them were tightly packed together. “Maybe we should have lubed up before we went in?” He joked and adjusted his position so his arms were free to check the door.

“Nah it would stop us from getting any traction when we get huffing and grunting,” Paris said with a deadpan expression. This is why she loved Mason. She took great pleasure teasing him this way as he did her. On duty, it was the most fun. Sexy messages to each other which forced Paris or Mason to act as if the vivid things said were reading were only requisitions for toilet paper and not detailed instructions to adult twister. Emergency comms to each other requesting a meeting that ended up occurring in maintenance closets or backs of a shuttle. Verbal messages that made one of them yell like a crazy person to the comms officer requesting the feed be silenced. This was to prevent the room hearing things that Paris sent to Mason or vice versa that would give a nun a heart attack.

Wiggling to get in the right position, Paris made sure she to also confuse Black. “So how do you want me? Legs open or close,” she said not sure if he wanted her to push off the wall in a pike position or use their bodies as a single cantilever by intertwining their legs.

“Use your legs on the wall opposite me, I’ll do the same on your wall,” he suggested, “we can twist our bodies like this to turn the handle, it should give us enough leverage.” He stretched out his legs, knees really, so that he was wedged against both the wall to his back and the wall behind Paris, with her legs intertwined with his but the opposite way round. When they were ready, he looked down at them, then up and grinned. “Well this is familiar.” He said, and gave her a slow wink.

“And I said let’s not get out of bed today. I think I said don’t pick up that comm call but nooooo,” she drew out the word. “Or wait…was that you,” she gave him a sly smile. All Mason had wanted to do was kiss a few babies and eat one official meal at this thing. Paris was the one who went out on some adventure resulting in three hostiles tied up in his bedroom and both of them looking for space cockroaches.

“You know, if we open this we can’t move, right. If we open this to the Lost World and a dinosaur walks past, we are lunch, right?”

“Dude stop worrying about the details. Embrace life,” she let out a giggle. Since Paris was entirely at fault for being in this tube she would take turn the situation around as a positive thing. That is what she always did. Well, when things were her fault. When it was something Mason did wrong, Paris tended to make sure she pointed out ten times that they were up the creek without a paddle. That was the joys of being engaged. Men put up with their fiancee’s crazy. “If there is a meatasaurus on the other side to this door,” she rapped her knuckles on it creating a dull clang, clang, clang, “we just close it real fast.” Flashing him a smile she took one long look at this face. The smile said volumes but most importantly it said she would never leave his side no matter what was on the other side of a door.

“So are we going to do this or sit here all night,” she teased him.

He readied his hands on the handle and tensed. “So, I love you. Okay. Ready? Three,”

“No no no wait,” she called out and then pressed her lips to his. Paris closed her eyes and savored the feel of Mason’s lips on hers. So much could be expressed in a kiss. Feelings and arousal were only one part of it. A kiss could mean something deeper and more profound than pure lust. This kiss wasn’t the type that led to clothes flying in all directions. It wasn’t the hasty peck signaling they hoped each other had a good day at work. It was the type that said she was in it with him through thick and thin, better or worse until time separated them after a long life of love, fights, children, and memories. Paris breathed in enjoying Mason’s hand on her hip edging its way up her body. She moved her lips softly against his sparking a moan from him and whimper from her. She allowed the kiss to continue until she felt his fingers run through herr hair and Mason attempting to deepen the kiss.

“Uh no,” she said moving her head back. “That was a sweet and loving kiss. You know like in that holovid where the USS Gigantic struck that meteor and all the airlocks blew. It was not like the kiss in the shuttle bay where the security guard was chasing them. I just wanted to make sure you love me before we are eaten or shot or something,” she shrugged. “I can’t let you go to your death not knowing that I love you right so let’s do this thing.”

”.. TwoOneNow,” he said the last part quickly and heaved.

The handle stuck, and then shifted around the way the two were twisting it and with a clang, the door seemed to fall inwards slightly, and then rolled off to one side. “Are we lunch yet?” Mason asked, putting his arm around Paris’ shoulders and looking out into what lay beyond.

Cmdr Black, XO

What lay beyond the door didn’t surprise either of them. It was a cavern with stalactites and stalagmites peppering the floor and ceiling. While the surface could fry an egg a 0600 am on any surface, this area was cold and damp. The rhythmic plop the echoed in the air indicated that there was water somewhere. This was very different than what was on the surface which was bone dry. It was so arid in fact the Corporation running the settlement was getting emergency assistance for hydration. The cavern was pitch dark from where they were except for the lights shining from suits Paris and Mason were wearing.

Seeing the area looked clear, Paris grabbed the lip of the tunnel and began to slide out into the room. “Sit still so I don’t kick you,” she said to Mason.

Lt Commander Parisi Carisi COS

=/\=Attention dave. Attention dave. You are wanted in a big dark damp possibly smelly cave. You are wanted in a big dark damp possibly smelly cave. That is all =/\= FYI isn’t that more fun than a boring old bump. ~ Kate :)

OOC: That sounds suspiciously like my sons bedroom… he’s at that age..

IC: “You’re going to kick me anyway, I know it.” Mason said through the suits comm, but let Paris crawl out before reaching up to the ledge and pulling himself out. Dropping to the ground beside her, he landed in something squishy. “Well, we found the bug poop,” he told her without humor.

Taking out his tricorder, Mason held it up and began to scan. “This area is huge,” he said as he kept scanning, and it isn’t far from the surface. Aren’t we pretty much under the colony?” Mason took a few steps forward and switched on his helmet light to maximum, it wasn’t enough to illuminate the whole area but it did show more than a few bugs scattering from his light. They looked like they grew from finger size to the size of a small cat, the noise a tapping scuttle as they moved away from him posing no threat.

“They should have some kind of support down here, The rock of this cavern isn’t strong enough to build a city on, they can’t have missed this, we have caverns like this on Deneva, Paris. My family has mines in them for mining gemstones. Look, the tricorder is picking up fractures in the rock below us, it’s volcanic.”

Cmdr Black, XO