Posted by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Chief of Security) in Rico Quarters - Of course there is a key famous last words

Posted by Lieutenant Allison Scott (Pediatrics/Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Rico Quarters - Of course there is a key famous last words

Posted by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Chief of Security) in Rico Quarters - Of course there is a key famous last words
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Allison came out of the bedroom after making the bed and straightening up the clothes that seemed to litter the ground like a teenagers bedroom. Part of her wondered why she just didn’t move in. His quarters were three times the size of hers and she spent ninety percent of her off duty time here anyway. The other part of her knew why she was not living here: he never asked. That would change one day but for now, Ally made it her place in spirit with half her clothes mingling with half his, artwork that did not display a firearm or a battle, and small comfy blankets. That was a sign a bachelor was not really a bachelor. Men did not have soft, fuzzy blankets in room coordinating colors draped over the foot of their bed or stored neatly away in an ottoman. They typically had sweat pants, sweatshirts, and if the temperature was not right they turned up the thermostat. Women were the queens of throw blankets which were used for cuddling on couches, curling up with a book, or swaddled up in during holovids on a Friday night with a bowl of popcorn. Rico’s quarters, for the record, had several of these blankets placed strategically around the room for all to see.

“Rico, have you seen my nail file,” Ally asked starting to open random drawers in the room. The first five drawers she looked in held either random clothes he had stuffed into a drawer and probably had forgotten about and junk stuff all men seemed to keep but could never tell you the purpose for. When asked they said they knew and ot put it back but never gave you a firm answer of ‘oh that is for blank’.

Lt. Ally Scott. medical

Sitting on his couch and playing his guitar a little, Rico looked up and watched his girlfriend for a moment as she went through the drawers. Then, his eyes began to strategically sweep the room.

“Why would it be in those drawers,” he asked.

“Because I had it out and now it is put away. That means you or I put it somewhere and if I had put it somewhere I wouldn’t be looking for it now would I,” Ally said in a tone that only a girlfriend used in private. She tried to not point out he should put down his guitar and help but resisted.

“I never saw it or touched it, it’ll be where you left it.” He put his guitar down and leant it on the couch, then came to his feet. As he made his way to her he made sure to make a show of checking under the throw blankets she had placed all over his room like some weird territorial claiming ceremony. They seemed to fit in with hairbrushes left on his cabinets, hair clips on the replicaror pad, assorted toiletries spread across his bathroom cabinet top and pictures of soft and cuddly things, or brightly colored random things, spread over his walls between his posters and pictures making it look like he had a personality disorder.

The had reached that stage of boyfriend and girlfriend finally. The stage where her polite words had a different inner monologue that Rico would instantly understand and respond to with his own. If there was a universal translator right now it would be “Rico clean up your crap so that I can put stuff where it belongs.” His response would probably be something along the lines of “if you didn’t have so much useless crap lying around I am sure we could see where you set it but no you need to drape this place like a victorian summer home twenty-four hours a day.” One day they would reach the stage of man and wife where all restrictions were lifted and Ally could say “Rico clean out your stuff or I will” and he could reply “I swear to god go clean our shoes and then we will talk.” Those days, however, were in the future. Near future but future.

And she complained when he left socks in the corner or a shirt on the end of his bed, or handcuffs on the kitchen table when they had friends around for a while. She even hid his copies of Ten Tickle Monthly and his favourite Orions Belt comics. “Have you tried looking for it amongst the things hiding my bathroom cabinet from view?” He came to a stop behind her and slid his hands around her waist affectionately, pressing into her to distract her from the stupid nail file.

Lt Vanhall, CoS

Ally let out a laugh and wrapped her arms around him leaning back into him. “If you had a bigger cabinet we would not have that problem or if you had less stuff,” she taunted him with a surprised look? “Those three bottles are taking up so much space you really need to declutter baby. I can help you if you want.” Pushing her butt back into him with a gentle playful bounce Ally took a step sideways. The bounce was supposed to signal for Rico to let her go but to her surprise, he took the step with her as she moved to the next drawer.

Rico just grunted as her butt impacted him, but he squeezed her tighter into him as a result instead of letting her go. If he was going to get dragged into looking for a stupid nail file, then he was going to have some fun doing it and tightened his arms around her waist. The awkward duck waddle this turned out to be was amusing as they walked across the room. It really wasn’t any kind of official restraining move that Rico was performing although with the bed behind him, he could potentially turn it into an impromptu wrestling move.

“Are you following me Mr. Vanhall,” she said in a sultry tone pretending to ignore him as she began to rifle through the next drawer.
Lt. All Scott. medical

“Nope, not at all Ms Scott, I’m simply walking here. In my room, at my drawers.” He held her tight and then dropped his lips to her neck. “Have you found it yet? Maybe if I do this…” he ran his tongue lightly around the sensitive skin of her neck and to the soft point just under her ear.. “you might remember. Did you have them with you when we did this earlier? Does it help you remember?”

Ally closed her eyes and remembered that moment. Her body began to feel hot. It started in the area Rico was giving his full attention to and radiated out. Across her shoulder blades and down her back. “No it confuses me actually,” she said in a low tone titling her head to the side to give him more access to her neck. “It’s causing me pounding in the ears, nervousness, blurred vision, fainting, talking or acting with excitement you cannot control,” Ally rattled off a series of symptoms. “Don’t stop though.
I need to work…under pressure,” she tilted her head to the other side with her eyes still closed so Rico could finish his work. She loved the power of Rico and the way he felt against her body when they were this close.

Rico grinned wickedly and looked over her shoulder at the drawer. He had no secrets and hid nothing from her, she knew where all of his things were, all his holonovels and every part of him he let her see. He was comfortable with her being here and seeing so much of him, even though they didn’t live together. For a long time, it had been simply easier to have different quarters. His job and her job could vary greatly at times and sometimes they didn’t get to see each other awake, only asleep as one of them came home from work and slipped into bed beside the other, and then the other would wake up a few short hours later and go to work while the other slept. It was life on a Starship, but they lived and loved together as a pair. They slept beside each other every night, if Ally wasn’t in his bed with him then Rico was in hers with her. Off duty the couple were nigh inseparable.

“You do realize that the three bottles you talk about, are two thirds yours right. Mine is the all-in-one body wash, shampoo and conditioner. One is the coconut body lotion you bought me that you use,” he pressed his nose and lips into her shoulder and sniffed, “and damn you smell good too baby.” He let his lips tickle her neck again to ‘help’ her find the nail file. “That third bottle, you know I’m not the one that uses bubble bath, not unless you are in it with me. Remember when you snuck it in over the shower door when I wasn’t looking and turned me into the abominable snowman?”

“Innocent mistake,” she broke out into a small grin laying her head back on his chest as she talked. “Besides when you had to get back in during my shower time you were not complaining in the least. In fact, I think you thanked me later that day. I seem to remember getting a few messages indicating you had a spring to your step and a dopey grin on your face. Several in your department also thanked me. Lt. Vargas said you seemed particularly unphased about missing PT that morning and Lt. Sheldon said everyone got a 90% rating on their marksmanship. They commented on how you were busy making reports all morning…with a spring to your step and a dopey grin on your face,” she pulled his arms tighter around her body.

Rico smiled and kissed her cheek, then dropped his head on her shoulder and looked at the two of them in the mirror that was mounted on these drawers. Rico and Ally, very much a couple that loved and laughed and looked damn good doing it. “Move in with me, baby.” He looked her in the eyes via the mirror. “Properly. You already have the key to my heart, and my home. I want you here beside me always.”

Lt Vanhall, CoS

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, the grin on Ally’s face spread across her face and her eyes seemed to light up. “You mean permanent bunking over. Like my mail comes to your place and when my mom calls you have to do the wave thing over your head when she calls out your name proper move in,” Ally tilted her head so that it rested on his. She never took her eyes off his nor lost the look ot happy excitement on her face.

“I accept but on one condition,” she held her breath for a second. The next part was big. Maybe not to most but to her it was monumental. She didn’t think he would say no but his answer would ultimately change the course of their relationship. She was spoiled at times and wanted what she wanted when she wanted it. Rico gave in always to her wants and needs until the few times he didn’t. Those times she gave in without a second word because for him to say no it had to be important to him. Allison Scott was an old fashioned girl at heart. She was simple. She wanted to help people in the galaxy and have a family she could love and take care of. Ally wanted to have dinner every night followed by homework, have great makeup sex, and send out corny Christmas cards in matching sweaters from Mr. and Mrs. blank. The next question would determine if Rico’s name would fill in the spot saying Happy Holidays from the ______

“Spend Christmas with me and my family?”

Lt. Allison (soon to be Vanhall on a Christmas card) Scott medical