Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Knight and Daye: Time to Play

Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Daye (Doctor) in Knight and Daye: Time to Play

Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Knight and Daye: Time to Play
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“Later,” Dante said to her and gave her a soft but quick peck on the lips. “Lets get you dressed first, it’s a little chilly in here don’t you think?” Dante hoped those words would alert Nat to the fact he thought something was definitely wrong. When they were on holiday anywhere, her getting dressed and them doing that ‘Later’ were always the very last things on his mind, unless something important came up in the meantime.

“You are looking for me to get dressed,” she said crossing her arms over her chest. “Like put on clothes dressed. Like fabric that is only for me or silk sheets that we fight over and call it dressed,” she pulled the waistband of his pajamas so that his hips came closer to her. Dante was never one to be clumsy but his mind seemed to be elsewhere as he sorta took a stumbling step towards her. This should have struck her as odd but something else seemed far more out of place.

“Honey, not right now okay, I’m not really in the mood for that,” despite his words, he couldn’t help break into a grin. At any other time, any other place he wouldn’t have thought twice about making sure his fiancee was happy with her morning.

“I get it,” a mischevious grin covered her face as she then spoke. “Does the daye chase you or you chase the daye. I say let the daye chase you out of your pajamas,” Daye bit her lip. Her fingers began to fumble with the string holding them up. “I mean you could have not....tied them…so…tight,” she pulled at the string only seeming to make the knot get tighter instead of looser.

“Nat, stop it would you,” his voice was firm but gentle, and it was taking some small amount of self control now to keep his wits, and his pants, about him. “I tied them double, you’re not going to be able to just pull them loose, we have other things to do alright.”

“Well bugger I guess I am going to need to use my teeth to get that thing loose,” she waggled her eyebrows and wiggled his hips back and forth slightly as she tugged at the waistband. Bending her knees she started a slow shimmy towards the stubborn knotted string. She got half way down before rising up on her toes to kiss his lips. “You want to start the Daye off with a bang,” she quoted the old saying Dante teased her with while in the academy followed by another. ” You know I am fast when I need to be so try to keep up,” she taunted him as she ran her hands down his body firmly. Even after all their year together, Natasha always had been attracted to him.

Dante returned her light kiss, then held her back at arms length and just shook his head, his own hands slipping down to his waist and removing her hands from his waist band and folding them back into her before turning around.

He began to collect a few items of clothing for her and made a show of making the bed, another thing that he, when on holiday, would almost never do as they seldom left it on days with odd numbers. Part of this was because he picked up and fluffed the pillows, as he did so realizing that Natasha’s watch from earlier was gone. He distinctly remembered pushing it under the pillow, and glancing back at Nat, she wasn’t wearing it, or anything except his ring and necklace for that matter.

“Dante,” Natasha yelled throwing up her hands in slight frustration. If they had been on the Saracen she would have checked him for a fever or at least a concussion. “I am right here,” she held up her hands just above her waist. Cupping her hands she tapped her chest. “Stop playing with that pillow!”

He did what she asked, and dropped the pillow back in place. Then he picked up the other one, making sure to check under it quickly but found no watch there either.

Sensing he was not getting her frustration, Natasha moved to sarcasm. “Oh oh oh we are playing charades,” she said motioning to him fluffing the pillow. “Let me guess you are pretending to play the accordion? You are wrestling a boa constrictor that should be my job” she added silently to herself. Then snapping her fingers rapidly she blurted out. “You are spending the day with you grandmothers and imagining to strangle them when they ask why we aren’t married for the eighty-ninth time.”

He dropped the pillow in place and ignored Natasha’s ranting for a moment, then collected a few items of clothing that he thought Nat might want to wear if the day was going to turn out anything like he thought it might. Moving back to Nat, he ran his hand gently over her little bulge in her belly and looked into her eyes. “Here my love, let’s get dressed, have coffee and talk about our day. Is there anything you want to do today?” He was trying to make it sound normal, with how odd everything was he suddenly had the feeling the room was bugged or under some kind of surveillance.

“Yes stay in bed. Bed Dante. You me under the covers waking up at noon only to grab a drink and a bag of chips. That is what I want to do today,” Daye threw her hands up. “We never get the chance to be lazy. Someone is always comm calling you so what I want to do today is nothing. No TV. No people. Just us hanging out and napping for the next twenty-four hours,” she was starting to get an annoyed tone to her voice.

Placing her clothes on the seat beside her, Dante began to get dressed himself. It wasn’t loose and holiday style clothing he had or had chosen for her though, it was darker colored and more securely fitting clothing, kind of like what he had worn when going out ‘on missions’ with Kelly way back on the Broadsword and Nat had had to patch both of them up afterwards from their escapades. “Lets do that later,” he suggested, “maybe we can head out for a bit?”

“Why are you wearing that,” she asked him glancing at what he had chosen to wear. “I have spent two weeks trying to get you into something other than board shorts and t-shirts and now you want to look good?”

“Love I always look good, especially when I have you on my arm okay, now get dressed alright. Shush, and just listen to me and do what I’m asking.” There were times when this approach worked, and times when it didn’t of course. Normally, it worked at the most surprising moments when it should have had no chance of succeeding, but it was always a 50/50 chance.

“Workout clothes,” she held up the pair of leggings and dark athletic t-shirt it was paired with. “Are you saying you would rather get your aerobic workout on the beach instead of inside here,” she gave him a dirty look. “I have seen how you keep staring at me. Are you calling me fat,” she asked staring him down. It was not like she ever cared about a pound or two over the years. Weight was put on but then it came off. This, however, was a little more than a couple deciding to work out more together. “It was also the second time he had commented or focused on her getting pudgy around the middle. “You know what. Don’t answer that,” she held up her hand ready to block any comment that was going to come out of his mouth.

“You know better than anyone I would never call you fat. I’ve never commented on any weight you’ve put on before, ever, except to tell you that you are gorgeous and beautiful and exactly how I like you, mine.” He said to her and this time walked back to her picking up another shirt, ignoring the hand she tried to wave him off with. “Tasia you are beautiful just the way you are, every way you are. I have never thought anything else, not when we were cadets and not one day since.”

“Ugh,” she groaned letting her feisty run to frustrated and ending in irritation as she grabbed the shirt he brought over and pulling it over her head and half down her body. “You know I tried for two weeks to get you to do anything and all you wanted to do was sit by the ocean and drink a beer in a hammock. Now,” she pulled on her pants, “you are all hurry up or we are missing the tour bus.” As Natasha pulled the pants up to her waist she noticed it was slightly snug. More snug actually than normal. People tended to put on a pound or two while on vacation but this was a bit much.

Dante looked around the room with his eyes as he finished dressing, looking for anything out of the ordinary. By now, he was fairly sure the room was real, but the ‘balcony’ was a hologram. He couldn’t explain it fully, but there were too many things that were out of place. The bump on Natasha’s belly confused him as well, she hadn’t had it yesterday from what he knew, and Natasha hadn’t appeared to have noticed it either before now. Finishing his survey of the room he turned and saw her walking to the mirror. He paused for a moment, then began to make his way to her.

Captain Knight, CO

Moving to the full-length mirror, Nat looked herself over and spun around a few times. The south forty seemed to be in order but her midsection definitely looked like she had not seen a sit up in a few months. As her eyes drifted to her north forty they stopped immediately on one section. “Dante,” she said in a slow drawn out speech. “Do I look more.....round,” was all she could say. Her mind was fuzzy like she was waking from a hangover and trying to piece the bits together into a cohesive story. As she spun around Dante would not be able to miss that somehow in the middle of the night a certain fairy had visited that all men dreamt of after the age of sixteen and replaced the tooth fairy.

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He stopped and looked at what she was referring to, and had to admit that she was right. “Well, you definitely seem to have been blessed overnight in more ways than one. Twice blessed, I’d say but,” he moved to her and gently turned her around to face the mirror again, standing behind her so he could wrap his arms around her and put his hands over her belly softly, but also so he could whisper in her ear. “Baby, yesterday morning when we woke up this wasn’t here. Or at least yesterday as I remember it, unless you ate a whole damn bunch of bacon sandwiches when I was sleeping. You’re the doctor my girl, why would you have this,” and then he raised his hands to her seemingly newly acquired assets, “or these in just two days? Epic level bloating and gas? You need to listen to me and trust me, something isn’t right.”

Captain Knight, CO

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