Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Honoring the Ardent

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Honoring the Ardent

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Honoring the Ardent
Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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Roman was acting intentionally oblivious to her embarrassment as he held up the nightgown by the shoulders as if contemplating. “He’s right, you would look gorgeous in this. Though he wrong on the other part. Green definitely suits you better than purple.” He was still wearing that look as he stared at the nightgown thinking about it.

~ Roman

Rand didn’t think she could breathe. What was he doing? Turning it this way and that - inspecting it? She swallowed, not even aware of what she was saying, just talking. “You haven’t seen the purple.” And she waved toward the closet. “It’s in the bag.” If Roman was hoping for an invitation he got one. It was more lilac than purple and really would be a wonderful color against her eyes and contrasting to her hair.

Rand

After all the secrecy, Roman was a bit surprised. He headed to the closet, hung up the green with a spare hanger from his closet, and then pulled the purple out of the bag and held it up, comparing to the green. “Well, it is nicer than I thought it would be, but I still prefer the green.” Probably because it reminded him of Valentine’s day, though the nightgown was far… More revealing, than her dress had been.

~ Roman

Why was he looking at them? … That was a dumb question. Why wouldn’t he look…but…oh lords and ladies she told him to…Rand couldn’t breathe. She’d told him to look at it. What was she thinking? She didn’t flirt like that, she didn’t flirt at all! What was Roman thinking? Well the look on his face told her enough. She wasn’t blushing anymore and she wasn’t looking at him either. She was trying to breathe, was it working? Pipkin banged her back feet next to Rand’s chair. “I…I…di…don’t think…he’d give…to you.” She was stammering and really quiet. Why was this so difficult for her? She hated it.

Rand

Roman hung up the purple gown as if it were any other piece of clothing and then went to sit by her. There were several answers he could give, depending on how much more he wanted to tease her. Finally he decided on, “He must have wanted me to see you in them.” He knew that wasn’t the real reason, but he was giving Rand the look again, paying attention to be sure he wasn’t going too far.

~ Roman

She glanced over at him quickly. “See…see me in them?” Well at least the color was back in her cheeks. Then she laughed, just a little. “Randy must approve of you then. Too bad Randall Oyne Tavish William Ian Farquharson is a dead man.”

Rand

Roman smiled and rubbed his hands together. “This, I can’t wait to see.” Rand killing Randy over the nightgowns sounded hilarious. Though, he thought, he would also love to actually see her wear the night gowns. But that he would bring up later. He’d never heard Randy’s full name, though he supposed it made sense they both had the same crazy number of names.

~ Roman

The long names were actually a joke. Randy had started it when they were 12. Adding names to express his exasperation. The ones he had picked for Rand were actually parts that she lived. People she wished she could be like. Except Scarlett. She hated that one. Randy had added that one when he said she was being exceptionally aweful and kept it to remind her. So she had returned the favor.

She watched him rub his hands together and grinned a little more, relaxing a bit, “You look like a Bond Villain doing that. But I Randy deserves it.” She laughed. She grabbed a piece of lettuce out of her bowl and placed it in front of Pipkin. The kettle had been ready for a moment. Rand missed the whistle of old fashioned kettles. She squeezed his hand still flushed, “What kind of tea do you want?” Yes she was attempting to change the subject.

Rand

“A Bond villain?” His voice went high pitched on the word Bond. “Can’t I be a cooler villain?” He asked. “The usual bedtime tea, lavender please,” Roman replied. He expected to have trouble sleeping again, so that was the best one to go with. But Roman was not so easily distractable. “You’ll have to wear them, eventually.”

~ Roman

Rand was still clasping her hands together, but she snickered. “Not when you rub your hands together like that. All you need is a cat and you’d be Ernst Blofeld. Pipkin is far too cute to be a super villain’s pet.” She moved over to the counter, placing two cups out, and pulled out the cream and honey. She went about steeping the tea. It was a familiar and welcome normalcy, but it felt different. More significant. She was more than content the way things were, she was happy. She knew the expectations and rules. Most of the time she didn’t have to worry. She was… anxious that the rules, the protocol of their relationship were going to change and she wouldn’t know what she was supposed to do. That didn’t mean she didn’t want to move in with him, but it didn’t stop the anxiety either.

His words made her pause. She couldn’t wring her hands or hide them behind her back - they were full. But she paused long enough to be noticed. She didn’t say anything at first, just kept making tea. It was flattering to know Roman found her physically attractive, but gave her butterflies too. But anxiety and all she didn’t say no. Instead a very shy, “Maybe,” before handing him his tea.

Rand