Posted by Lieutenant Celina Rodriguez (Chief Tactical Officer) in Wynter’s Quarters Two company Threes a....requirement on USS Manhattan

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

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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
CE

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.

Max looked over at Bob and raised his eyebrow expectantly, adjusting the pink fluffy robe as he did so to remind the, counselor, of what exactly normally happened on a wedding night, the customs of which Bob would only have been too aware of.

“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

Max returned the kiss, softly but eagerly as a smile played around his lips as he felt the touch of the woman he was learning to love more than he knew he could love anyone. He lifted his hand and gently ran his fingertips over the soft and smooth skin around her cheek. “I think you are absolutely amazing yourself Jaz” he told her, “I was this close to blowing my lid when I turned around and your mother and that hologram were waiting for us” he grinned, “but the thing is” he gently kissed from her lips and along her chin now, his fingers exploring the curves of her neck, “we have all night. Neither of us are on Duty tomorrow and I don’t intend on leaving this room, at all.”

Breaking the touch Max moved to his feet, standing before Jasmine and looked down at himself, modelling her robe left and right slightly and then pouted. “Your right, this looks terrible on me, but I like it best where it belongs” he said with a smirk and a glint in his eye that warned of a certain playfulness, and with a tug the cord had come loose and the robe was on the floor. “You know you aren’t always going to get what you ask for” he smiled now, softly and took her hand, pulling her up to him before in one smooth motion he picked her up, just like the old Earth movies showed newlyweds doing and he moved his lips in close to hers again and breathed softly, almost in a whisper, “but if you really deserve it, you might just get what you need. Now lets see what that famous bed side manner of yours is all about, Mrs Wynter. I love you Jasmine, so damn much.”

Lt Cmdr Wynter
CE