Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Paying for Our Sins

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Paying for Our Sins

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Paying for Our Sins
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Roman rubbed her back gently, knowing this was how she acted when her head made her nauseous. “Do you need anything?” He asked and then he nodded to what she said. She was trying to do the right thing, what was best for him. “It wasn’t fair to be angry. I put you on my medical forms because I knew you would do your best to balance what’s best with what I’d want… And knowing those two things would often conflict with each other.” He sighed. At least this was something else to focus on but all he wanted was to work his troubles away. It helped that he hadn’t had the intense and troubling nightmares he normally would have, but today was still a miserable day and he still just wanted away from it.

~ Roman

His hand rubbed along the length of her spine and she tried to focus on that and breathe, rather than her protesting stomach. “I’m sorry I was upset. I don’t want to fight.” They weren’t fighting…well maybe, they had been a little. She didn’t like being angry at each other, even though it was over quickly. Conflict made her more nervous and anxious. She sighed. She could feel his breath moving through his lungs under her hand. He seemed relaxed and still a little sleepy so she kissed him.

“I don’t either,” Roman said, sighing softly. Conflict didn’t make him nervous, it was just often unproductive and exhausting. His hand on her back worked its way under her shirt and rubbed her bare back, slowly and gently. His hand felt cold at first, but quickly warmed against her skin, the roughness of the scars at the lower edge of his palm apparent against her skin.

His hand was cold which made her squirm a little, but then she sighed. She could feel the scars on his palms and the reminder made her other hand curl into his hair. She came so close to losing him, she didn’t want to fight, not about taking care of each other. Just like that the worry and tension and hurt feelings were gone.

He loved when she rested her hands against his body, especially when it was under his shirt or he wasn’t wearing a shirt. It was warm and a little bit weighty and just a gentle reminder she was there. Any time her hand or fingers moved even a little against him, it sent ticklish but pleasant shivers through him. Especially near his scars, though the center most part of the deep burns had lost some feeling due to nerve damage. Then she kissed him and his other arm joined the first, moving around her, his hand pressed against her back, pulling her closer as he kissed her back. It was a welcome reprieve into momentary mushy bliss. He gave her a pouty, sad look when the kiss ended.

Roman could feel Rand relax more as he slipped his other arm around her. She loved the feel of his arms around her - strong and secure. She liked how his hands sent warm ripples up and down her back. The way his hugs made her feel calm and centered no matter what else was going on. Her hand moved slowly up to rest over his heart a moment and then moved around his waist and she hugged him tight. The kiss ended and she looked up at him…Roman pouting was irresistible and made her heart melt. She kissed him again, lingering longer.

She kissed him again, another blissful reprieve from the burden of conscious thought. Roman kept her close, his hands still against her back. This time the kiss lingered longer, and Roman hoped it wouldn’t end. When it did he tucked his head into her.

She was aware of what today was, but she didn’t want to remind him or talk about something he would want to avoid. It took her a moment to figure out what to say or do, and then she realized that Roman had asked her a question. He had asked if she needed anything. If Randy was there she might ask for something for her stomach. It wasn’t horrible, but her stomach constantly being upset was exhausting. “Crackers or ginger tea, but I don’t want you to move.”

Roman looked down at her, “I’m okay. I could make you tea… I don’t want you to feel sick all day,” his voice was soft and caring, but it was also something for him to do. He didn’t get up though, he was too comfortable there next to her, her hand still against him and his both still on her back.

Rand had her head resting on his shoulder. “Okay, not yet though.” She wanted him to stay just a little longer. It was selfish, but the fear and ache from waking and not knowing where she was, was finally leaving her and she wanted him to hold her just a bit longer. That also meant maybe he would stay relaxed and not think of other things if he was with her instead.

About that time there was a soft knock at the door, and Randy entered carrying a tray of food and a bunch of paperwork.

Rand

Roman was about to go to kiss her again when there was a knock on the door. He made no effort to move though, staying cuddled close with her as Randy entered. Randy was clearly trying to keep him here, that was a lot of paperwork. And then a tray of food. Maybe he could get away with not eating… The idea of eating still made him feel ill.

~ Roman

Randy glanced at them and hid a smile. “Awwww not snogging again. Come on.” Rand didn’t lift her head, hoping Roman would kiss her anyway, “Then go away Randy.” Randy chuckled, “Would love to do that, but lots to do. How are you both feeling today?” Rand didn’t want to say, afraid of what Randy might do. “My stomach is upset.” She wished she could hide the slight slurring.

Roman did it, just to mess with Randy. His arms still around Rand, on her back, he pulled her close and kissed her again, a long, lingering one. “She woke up confused. She… she said she didn’t know where she was.” Randy needed to know. Telling him was for her benefit. But there was a selfish motive, too. If Randy was worried about her he could get away with not answering that question.

Rand smiled as he kissed her again and hoped Randy would just leave. Rand took a turn pouting when it ended just to make Roman smile. Then Roman was telling on her. Why? She looked at him, her eyes pleading with him to stop. Then she felt the subtle roughness on his palms and she laid her head back against him. He was trying to take care of her, so she would choose to feel loved rather than stressed over what Randy might do.

Roman ran his hand down the sides of her back, from upper to lower, leaving them near her waist. He caught her pleading look and gave her an apologetic shrug. Then she lay her head back against him and he sighed a content sigh and hugged her again.

Randy raised a brow, “Rand?” She sighed and nodded. Randy walked over and retrieved his tricorder.

The food was bland. Toast with a choice of jams and peanut butter. So something to help settle upset stomachs. Randy had a feeling they would both need it. “Alright let’s see you both get up and how you do. Then breakfast, and reports for Roman and me.”

Rand

They did both need it. Roman was trying to avoid admitting it though. He squeezed Rand briefly, not wanting to get up or for her to get up and leave him there. But then he rolled over, letting her go first.

~ Roman

Randy ran the scanner over her, “How are you feeling now?” Rand slowly pushed herself up to sit. She was used to doing everything slowly now. “My stomach is upset, but I remembered everything after a minute. It was just…” Apparently she didn’t move slowly enough. The room tipped and swirled on its axis and Rand reached out to grab Roman. Randy saw her BP drop suddenly as she sat up, “Rand!” He couldn’t reach her, but hurried around the other side of the bed.

Roman reached out a hand for her to grab and help steady her. “Rand, be careful.” He let her hold on until she was ready to let go.

“You sit there for a few minutes.” Randy turned his attention back to Roman. “Alright, your turn.” He motioned for him to go ahead and get up at his place.

Randy

Determined to show he was fine and could work, Roman sat up regularly. His chest was a little tight still, the movement of sitting up too quickly made it hurt a little bit, an aching pain that lasted a minute or two and then went away. Easy to hide. Unless the tricorder picked it up. “I’m fine. I feel okay today.”

~ Roman