Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer) in Wynter’s Quarters Two company Threes a....requirement on USS Manhattan

Posted by Jeremy DeSpain in Wynter’s Quarters Two company Threes a....requirement on USS Manhattan Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Wynter's Quarters Two company Threes a....requirement : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer) in Wynter's Quarters Two company Threes a....requirement : : Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Wynter's Quarters Two company Threes a....requirement : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer) in Wynter's Quarters Two company Threes a....requirement : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Wynter's Quarters Two company Threes a....requirement

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: Back in the Livingroom
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: : “You got us an EMH?” Max looked at the man, startled, “No, no you can leave MY mother out of this” he said turning back to Isabella and moving towards the comm screen, his attire forgotten as he struggled to get an arm through the fluffy and too small robe that would barely cover his cheeks once he got it on. “What bumps? Jasmine and I are perfectly fine, we don’t need advice from a Holographic Counselor.”
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: “Seriously Max,” Jasmine came out of the bedroom in a huff. “Naked Nurrrrrrrons,” she said seeing not what she expected dropping the data chip to her side hoping to turn the conversation she was about to have into something more PG-13. There was no way she was going to ask about the title. The best she could do was play it off. “I mean no more technical manuals in my personal files. I mean Naked Neurons Flight Patterns. You will be asleep in ten,” she paused with her mouth open. Seeing Max in her robe made Jasmine think that maybe she should have studied Max’s profile more thoroughly and not just every detail of his face. She recognized the man lounging on the couch but could not figure out why he was in their quarters.

“Honey” Max said, turning slightly to face her and finally managing to do the robe up. “Apparently we have guests, and that program was for the both of us to watch, so we could both learn something fun and educational. I guarantee we won’t be asleep in 10 minutes.” : “Max…why is Bob here,” she then crossed her arms over the white lace bodice of her silk nightgown. “Because apparently our mothers got him for us as a wedding present.” Max said to her, his voice sounding less than enthusiastic. He’s an EMG, Jaz.” : “Darling,” Isabella said with a smile. “You looked radiant today. I mean it would have been better if I had been there and I am going to assume you were just a blushing bride and not that heavy handed with the rouge but all in all you were simply beautiful.” “She was stunning” Max said, walking over to her and taking one of her hands in his to turn and show that they were indeed a couple, together and united. “I have never seen a woman that could take the attention of 1000 Storm troopers and the crew of the Manhattan so completely by simply walking into a room.” : “Mom,” Jasmine said with a blank expression. This was getting to be far more than she could process at the moment. “Max, she said turning her gaze to him. If there was ever a time your husband needed to take control of the situation it was now. : Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO

Max gave her hand a squeeze, the general rule was you did not return gifts, and especially not from the mothers. “I’m sorry, thank you for your concern and the EMH, but we don’t need him. We are just fine how we are and if there is any frustration and friction, it’s because the two of you, three of you including my mother, are intruding on our wedding night and the ‘friction’ that should be occurring right now. You know the rituals Mrs Wynter” he said, addressing Jasmines mother and glancing at Bob. “We planned to hold to them, right now.”

Lt Cmdr Wynter
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USS Manhattan

Jasmine’s face went blank and her mouth dropped open. “Max,” she said through her teeth. ” ewnay ubjectsay easeplay ( new subject please)” Jasmine said in pig latin. Pig Latin was one of the few languages the universal translators would not decipher and her mother did not understand. “So how is Nana,” Jasmine asked taking a seat on the couch.

Thirty minutes later, after the couple had learned that Jasmine’s mother was now having weekly lunches with Max’s mother, Jasmine’s Aunt was matched to a doctor, and Jasmine’s father had thrown out his back during his backswing at the country club’s tennis match, Mrs. Isabel Wynter finally hung up. Sighing, Jasmine glanced over to Bob. “Soooooo you need to recharge or something,” she asked nicely.

“Oh…oh yeah I should hit the hay and leave you two lovebirds to get some rest. We got a big day tomorrow,” Bob said rubbing his hands together. “Good night Mrs. Wynter,” he nodded to Jasmine, “Mr. Wynter,” he winked at Max and then disappeared.

Flopping back on the couch Jasmine let out a huge sigh. “Well that will make the night memorable,” she said and then broke out laughing. Turning on the couch she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Max,” she asked in a soft tone. “Can you do one thing for me?” Placing her lips to his ear she whispered, “Take off that robe.” Her breath lingered just long enough on his ear to trickle down his neck. “You are amazing and I,” she kissed his neck once soft and slow before she started talking, “will love you forever but,” she kissed him slowly, “but that robe is not a good look,” she could no longer keep the seduction in her tone. Breaking out laughing, Jasmine buried her head in his neck and curled up in his arms. “Max I love you. God do I love you,” she said. “Our wedding day was amazing and our wedding night....well that still remains to be seen,” she waggled her eyebrows, “but there is no one I would rather be with than you,” she kissed his lips softly again.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO