Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks
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Daggum smiled and held her close while leaning against the wall, the warm water still going but the sonic turned off (eventually) when he was able to focus enough to work the controls. “I concur… wow.” and he laughed softly. “But I am also one hundred percent certain there is no mud anywhere on you now.” and he kissed her neck softly. “But we still have a few things to take care of… and I’m more than certain that sound proof or not we were heard.” and he laughed again.

“Probably,” Viyara chuckled. “Who cares if they know what we were doing in here? And are planning to continue later today.” She winked at Duggum, her expression full of mischief and hunger.

“Why don’t we get our robes on and go see about those nails of yours, shall we? I think you may have left marks on my back, and since we still have tonight…” and he looked at her and smiled.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

“I probably did,” Viyara grinned and then pushed herself to her feet. “I think the massage at the end will do both of us some good so that we aren’t too sore before we even make it to the suite tonight,” she continued and winked at him. Even though she was in very good shape, she felt her muscles ache a little already and she really didn’t want to let that get into the way of anything.

Stepping out of the shower, Viyara reached for Daggum’s robe and handed it to him before putting on her own. With her head tilted slightly, she looked at him thoughtfully; a smile playing across her face. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head and laughed ever so softly. “Shall we?”

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum gave her a slight bow and a broad smile. “But of course, my dear Mrs. Hammor.” and he offered her his arm.

Walking across the hall, the door slid open into their private lounge. Inside were two attendants, one human and one Bajoran, seated on small stools next to the lounge recliners. Two large crystal bowls filled with an opaque blue liquid sat at the foot of each, and two tables covered in various files, lotions, tools, brushes and such were sat next to each stool. As Viyara and Daggum entered, the attendants stood up and smiled. “Mrs. Hammor, Mr. Hammor… welcome back.” said the human woman. “My name is Rachel, and this is Dul’or.” and she indicated the Bajoran woman. “We will be performing your nail and facial services today.” Rachel stood to the side of Daggum’s chair, Dul’or to Viyara’s. “Please be seated and relax.” Daggum let go of Viyara, but bent down and slipped a gentle and tender kiss on her cheek before escorting her to her chair and then settling down himself.

“First we will let your hands and feet soak while we prepare and apply your facial treatment. Then while that sets, we will do your nails. Just relax. You are in good hands.” Dul’or said.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

“That sounds just perfect,” Viyara replied with a wide, charming smile as she shifted a little in the lounge chair to find the most comfortable position. Stretching out her hand and glancing at her rather utilitarian looking nails, she pondered for a moment and then asked, “Do you do nail polish as well and if so, can I pick a colour?”

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Dul’or said “Oh, of course.” and she held up a device that looked like a stylus. “We will apply a base coat that will allow you to use this to select any color in the spectrum. You can also change colors simply by dialing the desired one, or any combination, and then touching the tip to the nail. Simple.” and she laid the tool back down. “So give some thought as to what you want and I will get your mask ready.”

“Oh!” Viyara beamed. She was tempted to do something crazy, but that probably wouldn’t go over to well with her boss and as little as she usually cared about what her supiriors thought of her, if she got on his wrong side, he could not only make her life difficult, but more importantly very boring. And that was something she really wanted to avoid.

Racel and Dul’or then set about mixing things in small bowls while leaving Daggum and Viyara to talk for a moment. Daggum, reclining on his chair, looked over at her and smiled. “So how is your anniversary so far, my love?” and he grinned.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

“You have no idea, sweetheart. This is the best anniversary ever,” she said sweetly before her expression turned impish and she added, “But you know of course that I’ll expect at least the same next year, don’t you darling?” Of course she didn’t. Not to mention that she doubted that this day even could be topped by anything. But it was teasing him. Though it wasn’t long till she struggled to keep a somewhat straight face and not burst out laughing.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum just grinned and said “Oh, I’m already working on next year, sweets. But we still aren’t done with today, so just you wait.” He then looked at Dul’or. “Miss, if I may… your fine spa has been very generous and gifted Lady Hammor and myself with a stay at in one of your suites this evening. Would it be possible, if not overstepping, to request a particular cuisine for our dinner?” Dul’or looked at Rachel in surprise for a moment and then composed herself. ” Why of course not, sir. We would be happy to oblige in whatever requests we can. One moment, please.” and she motioned for Rachel and they stepped into a corner and whispered for a brief moment. Rachel shrugged her shoulders and they both returned.

“Sir…” Dul’or began, a look of concern on her face, “… you called your lovely wife ‘Lady’ Hammor. If that is her actual title, I would like to offer my sincerest apologies for not addressing you properly. Our records only show a Mister and Misses. Are we in error?” Hammor smiled and then looked at Viyara and winked.

“No, no… not in error.” he replied and gave them a comforting shake of his bald green head. “It was my mistake. We do not like to flaunt our position unnecessarily. And it is actually my wife’s title. She is Lady Viyara Sunderland-Hammor, of the Orgonian Noble House Drunkast.” and he turned and looked at her adoringly. “She married me because she loves me, foregoing a much more socially acceptable suitor. He was not, and is not to this day, happy about her choice.” and he winked again and turned fully to the two attendants.

“You see… I was hired to protect Lady Hammor from an assassin sent by a rival house to her betrothed. That house was trying to consolidate power after the passing of my wife’s dearly departed Uncle, Lord Kensington Hammor. Orgonian law is very specific that females can only inherit noble titles if they are married to another noble of a different house.” The two attendants sat down as Daggum spoke in rapt awe.

“So Lady Viyara was betrothed, wholly against her will, to Lord Fronlick… a despicable wretch of a man; not to mention thirty years her senior!” The women gasped in shock and then cast glances at Viyara showing her they felt truly sorry for her plight. “So… a rival house, House Calducet, decided that Lady Viyara was the perfect avenue to consolidate their power. If she were to die before her wedding, the title would by law have to lie fallow for two generations. If another house could find the resources to take over that estate, then the title would then fall to them. Assassins were dispatched, but word leaked out and my Lady’s family contracted for protection… me. You see, I am a Foundling… an orphan raised by an order of monks who train us to be protectors and guards for those in need.” “Like a knight!!” exclaimed Rachel. Dul’or looked confused and Rachel said “I’ll explain later.” and they set their elbows on their knees and chins in their hands and listened.

“Excatly!” Hammor said with excitement. His voice dropped low and then he continued. “I protected the fair Lady for over a year. Many times she was in danger, but between her intellect and my martial prowess, we defeated her assailants. It was during this time we fell in love.” and he looked at her, reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze.

“We decided that we had to be together, so we escaped Orgonia in a smuggler’s ship, and it’s Captain married us to one another. We have been in hiding for two standard years, but soon we will return and claim her title. Lord Fronlik has just been wed; choosing another bride of a lesser house to try and gain more standing. That means, by law, Lady Viyara can now accept her title free of the requirement, and she and I can finally be free.” He kissed her hand, and then looked at the two women.

“So you see, my slip of the tongue was an egregious error. Please, I beg of you, keep our positions secret. We welcome the services that have been gifted us, but at all cost our real roles must be kept quiet.” and he fixed them with a look of both quiet desperation and pleading. “Can.. can my true love and I trust you?”

The two women looked at him, then Viyara, then each other. Looking back at him they resolved themselves. “Of course… My Lord.” they whispered and then went back to work, smiling at their new-found roles of Royal attendants.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor