USS Manhattan
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
: : : : : : 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
: : : : : : : Walking into their quarters, Jasmine dropped her shoes at the door. She pulled off her veil and spun around to face Max. Fisting his coat in her hands she pressed her lips to his pushing him back towards the closing door. Luckily she timed it well enough that the doors to the room closed before Max’s back reached them. Yes, they were newlyweds but that still didn’t mean they could be rolling around in the hallway. Jasmine kissed him not holding back. The wedding required a bit of decorum but the wedding night did not. Her mind grew fuzzy as she pressed her lips to his firmly. Thoughts about the next three hours blurred in her mind. Yes, they had been together a few times before this night but tonight was special. It was the first time she was his and he hers. “Give me five minutes,” Jasmine whispered in his ear. Pushing off him, she sauntered towards the bedroom. “Do not come until I call you,” she pointed a finger at him with a mischevious grin. Making sure she kept his attention with her swagger, Jasmine disappeared in the room.
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: : : : : : Max bit his lip as he watched her saunter to the bedroom, casually and nonchalantly leaning on the nearby couch, trying to look calm and collected. “I’ll come when I want to thank you very much, I’m the husband here” he teased, “You don’t get to tell me when to come or not anymore, the handcuffs are on the other hand now Princess.”
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: : : : : : The only thing running through his mind and body was the thought of their wedding night. Traditionally Mintakan’s spent no time together intimately or casually before their wedding, and in most cases both parties came into it young and ‘inexperienced’. In the case of later marriages like their own the expected tradition was that both would abstain from intimacy until the wedding night. Max and Jasmine had well and truly sunk that ship with salvo after salvo of gunfire, full broadsides in fact. Feeling the warm tingle of expectation in every nerve ending of his body, one group in particular, Max waited until the door shut behind her and then burst into a flurry of activity.
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: : : : : : In mere moments his wedding suit had been discarded and exchanged for his birthday suit, clothing discarded over the back of the couch and Max worked his hair a moment before picking up the two champagne glasses and bottle of bubbly he had left on the table in the ice cooler just for this occsasion. “Lights at 30%” he said to the computer, “Light candles” was next, and around the room the imitation candles burst into flame, their mini holographic flames flickering. Max knew that in the bedroom the lighting situation was the same except for the bathroom, by now he Knew that Jasmine needed her light.
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: : : : : : Stepping forward Max began to move towards the door, disregarding Jasmines instruction to stay put, his muscled and toned frame framed by the flickering candles as he took a single red rose and clenched it between his teeth. Champagne glasses in one hand, bottle in the other and rose between his teeth, wearing nothing but his smirk and wedding ring, Max began to walk to the bedroom door.
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: : : : : : : “God she is a looker,” Ben said with a whistle. “You are one lucky man.”
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: : : : : : : Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO
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: : : : : : With what amounted to a manly scream, Max swung around to face the oddly familiar voice.
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: : : : : : “Bob?” he said, through the Rose between his teeth, recognizing Mr Footinadora from the reception, but the man seemed different somehow. The man was standing by the wall, leaning against it causally with a champagne glass in hand, but that wasn’t what now drew Max’s attention. On the wall beside the odd Mintakan was a console, and on that console, very clearly, the face of a woman looking at him, and seeming to be smiling. Max couldn’t tell for sure as he suddenly recognized her. “Isabella!” he stammered, teeth still clenched around the Rose as he realized what particular moment Jasmines mother and the man had caught he and Jasmine in, and he moved the champagne bottle in front of himself to cover the crown jewels and the glasses, for no reason in particular, to cover his chest. “What are you doing!?” he asked, his voice slightly panicked as he realized they had seen, well, everything.
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: : : : : : Lt Cmdr Max “Flash” Wynter
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: : : : : “Max,” Bob said approaching the man and taking a seat on the couch. “You know roses are so cliche and that was not on her profile as her most favorite flower,” he gestured to the rose in Max’s mouth. “She liked Astrolomeria in the purple shades the best followed by the bright yellows. You want to start off the marriage right now don’t you,” he asked with a hint of paternal guidance to it. “Jasmine needs security in these early days and what says security more than reading her profile for the little things which would be what in this situation.” The tone of Bob’s voice indicated he was trying to guidance Max to the right answer.
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: : : : “What?” Max asked, dumfounded, moving the bottle from below to up high as he pointed to the rose, then remembering that his jewels were on display, wilting fast now, and put the bottle back down hurredly. “How did you get into my quarters?” Was all he asked, rose still between his teeth, “And she’s not going to be looking at the rose, she’s going to have more to have her hands on. Uhhh, hello Isabella.” Max’s eyes moved back to the mother in law as he stepped backwards now, looking to reach his clothes.
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: : : : : “Oh…oh god,” Isabella half yelped politely shielding her eyes with one hand. “Max! Why? Why did you answer the comm when you were just about to engage in coitus,” Jasmine’s mom averted her eyes as she spoke. Her cheeks were slightly red but the conversation needed to continue. The success of Max and Jasmine’s marriage hung in the balance and Mrs. Isabelle Wynter was not one to let things just fall into place. Max and Jasmine were not children but they were young and would always be the kiddos of the Wynters and Logans. While it was a most inopportune time to be sure, Isabelle did feel she arrived at a timely juncture.
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: : : : “But… but… I didn’t” stammered a flustered Max, “How did you and Bob even get in here and what are you doing here? It’s our wedding night!”
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: : : : : “Well I think he was trying to make the night memorable and,” Bob let out a deep hearty, belly laugh, “I for one will remember it. Now if you don’t mind I would like to use this as an anecdotal note to others I talk to. I can just go with ‘this young lad I knew once’ but people like to know you are telling the truth. Your name would go a long way to prove this little kwinky dinky really occurred. I mean a groom, a mother in law and a shrink walk into a bedroom. Sounds like the punchline of a great joke.” Bob shifted to the end of the couch. “Tell me, would you mind signing off on a consent form so I can use this story later?”
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: : : : “You want me to sign a contract? now? Who the hell are you?” Now the hand holding the bottle came forward and pointed at Bob, and with a swear word wet back into place as he remembered again what he was covering. “Isabella I didn’t answer the comm....” he started to explain.
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: : : : : “You know what don’t answer that question,” she held up a hand. Max’s current lack of attire did not matter, yet she couldn’t just blurt out the topic on her mind. Instead, she went to a more neutral topic to start the conversation. “Was the food good at the reception? I know you can replicate anything but fresh does have a better taste.”
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: : : : : Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO
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: : : : “Food?” Max asked in surprise. Here he was naked and covering himself with a bottle while an odd man and his mother in law looked on, he was just about to consummate his marriage to a gorgeous and very horny woman in the next room, and the mother in law so far had gotten more action from him than his wife and wanted to talk about food. “uh, it was great”
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: : : : Lt Cmdr Wynter
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: : : Getting up from the couch, Bob made his way to a small chair in the corner of the room. Retrieving the item in it he walked back to Max and handed him a short but soft and fluffy pink robe. “I am Bob Footinador and that is what I did tonight at the wedding. “I got my foot in the door. Classic psychological strategy to get clients to open up. I mean we are going to be spending a lot of time together so if you prefer another name. I went by Ben Knutts in Sickbay with some poor cat species. Get it…Been nuts,” he guffawed a bit slapping Max on the back.
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: : “Oh yeah, yeah that’s just hilarious” Max agreed without sounding the least bit humored, swapping the glasses for the robe then taking the rose out of his mouth and placing that on the back of the couch. Turning so his back, and therefore rear end were facing his mother in law he also passed the bottle to the man and shook out the robe with a disappointed look at BenBob. “There are clothes right over there and you go for the shirt pink fluffy robe? What kind of wingman are you?”
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: “The best,” Bob said proudly. “Not only can I help you with the hot chick but I can then counsel you after the fact about how you screwed up and what to do to fix it with the missus. I am programmed with how to rekindle a spark programs and how to atone for marital mishaps. What other wingman can do that?”
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: : : “Ben or Bob or whatever you want to call him is your EMH or emergency marriage hologram,” Isabelle explain to her son in law. “Your mother and I were worried about some unexpected bumps during the first month or marriage. Since we can’t be there we uploaded the EMH to help you navigate all the wonders and mystery of marriage. I can comm your mother if you would like to talk to her about it,” she offered generously.
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: : : Meanwhile in the bedroom.....
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: : : Jasmine ran her fingers through her hair for the last time in the mirror. Walking over to the small table by the bed she lit several candles. “Hmm let’s get some mood music,” she said as she picked up the remote for the console. It was then that she noticed voices. Muted from the other room but voices. Jasmine cocked her head to the side and tried to make out what they were saying. A bit of it sounded hostile but there was also a soft, soothing voice that sounded....feminine? The idea that there was a woman in the other room with her husband on their wedding night was too far-fetched to believe; however, there was another possible explanation. “Ugh really Max,” Jasmine rolled her eyes coming up with her own reason for why Max was not in the bedroom and why the voices. She knew all men had a stash but what she didn’t expect was his need for a late night viewing with a can of soda and bowl of popcorn. Tapping the control in her hand she began to look at Max’s folders not for romantic music. It didn’t take long for her to find it. Men were so uncreative.
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: : : Clicking open the folder marked Worlds Best Coffee Blends her eyes opened wider as she read the titles out loud. “Vulcan Vixens Substitute at the Vulcan Science Academy, Cosmic Caitain Kittens, Baywatch: Betazoid Beauties on Patrol and Mintakan Coeds College Sleepover,” Jasmine groaned out each title. It wasn’t thatJasmine minded Max had it but was more shocked that she didn’t remember it from his profile. Pulling the document up on a PaDD she reviewed his answers. It was then she made an important connection. Crossing her arms over her chest as she thought about her wedding after reading the final trilogy series in the file. Star Strumpets: A New Grope, Star Strumpets Strike Back, and Revenge of the Star Strumpets which had an asterisk next to them.
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: : : Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO
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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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: : Lt Cmdr Wynter
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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.
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