Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (C Intelligence -Comm Officer) in Quarters - Dagen and Reia

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Quarters - Dagen and Reia

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (C Intelligence -Comm Officer) in Quarters - Dagen and Reia
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Dagen was always surprised, and then questioned himself on why he was surprised, at the warmth that Reia emanated - always more fully realized when she pulled away. She was a .. highly portable fusion reactor that way, exceedingly well packaged he thought as he watched her move to the replicator. He swiveled in the chair, following her, noting a small squeak in it’s works and making a mental note to look at that later. Which, knowing him, would entail having pieces of it arranged over the floor should a preventive squirt not take care of it.

“Well as far as our families meeting on neutral ground, which sector of the galaxy would you say is safe?” she asked.

• Reia

“Cestus III?” Dagen said automatically. He stood and stretched. Closing the short distance to join Reia and stand behind her he looked over her shoulder as his fingers combed through her long, light hair. Giving it a gentle pull to expose her neck he kissed it. “You have told stories of this great Australian desert. Perhaps the families could do a kind of survival game to bond.”
- Dagen

Reia turned and looked up at her husband. Naturally she recalled many of the Cestus incidents but she liked his idea better.

“Oh you’re hilarious! I don’t know who would win that game or what kind of bonding you think would actually happen out there in the Australian desert. I’ll take that under advisement. Now do you want to retrieve this present? Your darling eccentric aunt is just a little scary to this newest family member.”

• Reia

Dagen pondered suggesting that between Aunt Clara and her that his dear wife was likely dressed more provocatively but he really was okay with that. Grandfather and the rest of the guys in the family would have quite enjoyed that time ou there. Dad would be okay with it. Mother wouldn’t have any technology to wreck. She liked the cabin but preferred to stay put there. Tents and bugs were not her thing. Still behind Reia he playfully gave her pat to her behind as Reia suggested that she was afraid of his eccentric Aunt. “Take away the cats and you’d both get along amazingly well,” he said. Reaching around her to the replicator with his other arm Dagen tapped at the replicator. “And the moment of truth …” he began as the soft sing song tone of the replicator began .. then ended. Two slim bracelets were there, metallic of interwoven strands. One was finer, more delicate and the other broader but seemingly the same. He couldn’t see all of it to see whether there was anything on the face of it but with nano technology it could be virtually anything. “Okay,” he said. “Looks … benign.”
- Dagen

Reia shifted and pressed up against Dagen picking up the bracelets she placed the larger one on Dagen’s right wrist and handed him the more slender one to do the same for her. Somehow she had a feeling they belonged there instead of on the left.

Once upon a time such casual proximity with another was alien to Dagen and in no small way odd when he saw it. Now, after this time with Reia it was utterly unconscious. He didn’t even bat a brain cell, or an eyelash, when Reia leaned back against him and put the bracelet on him even though her hair swam in his vision as he peered over her bare shoulder. “Feels warm,” he commented, both arms now around Reia as he slid the bracelet over her slender wrist. The fibres in the band had some flex to them and seemed to expand and contract and settled securely. He pushed a finger under his at the underside of his wrist and it gave some then slid back into place. His was thicker than Reia’s but Dagen didn’t think it would interfere with anything. It was mostly .. band. The upper part widened slightly and held a different pattern of interlaced threads.

“I don’t know. Seems a little too innocent for my tastes. I’m wondering if there’s a second half stuck somewhere in the replicator but, these are very lovely.” she said examining the one on Dagen’s arm. It seemed to sit quite naturally.

• Reia

“It could be that it’s simply a ‘matchy matchy’ thing in Auntie’s thinking,” Dagen said. In the back of his mind he had that twinge that it was not that simple but one couldn’t look for a devil behind every doorknob. Or, in this case, possessing matching bands. “Oh look,” he said, crossing his arms in front of Reia better securing her against him but also to allow him to turn his wrist up to face them. Small lights flickered seemingly following the wider part of the band threads. It reminded Dagen of neurons firing in a brain. “Let’s see yours. By all .. engineering standards I’d say that it was configuring. But to what I wonder.”
- Dagen

Reia looked down at Dagen’s flashing little lights and turned her wrist over to lay against his and saw the same thing happening on her band.

“Huh. I wonder what this is all about. Biorhythms or some such thing?” Her pattern was different than his but it seemed to be doing about the same thing. The mesh band felt warm against her skin and her body felt warm even against Dagen’s cool uniform.

Dagen watched them side by side. They started off having different patterns. They were hypnotic in way, watching them, though it slowed to each one having periods where the flashes looked to be synched before seemingly randomizing again. “Looks like it’s done some kind of start up. They look linked by the patterns. See how they are occasionally matching.” Each motion by his arms brought him into some brushing contact with his wife. It was distracting, even with the fascinating mystery of this gift. He knew that time was moving along and that shifts were quickly approaching. There were times when the relative importance of those things simply were not there. Letting go of her hand his arms tightened enough to hug Reia more firmly against him as he burrowed his face in her fine hair to kiss her at the base of her neck and lost himself in that moment.

“Too bad you’re already dressed for work.” she sighed.

• Reia

Her words wafted up to him from a growing murky self-inflicted pheromone induced soup. “Mmmm? Really love, I’m hardly dressed. I don’t have my boots on.”
Dagen

Reia giggled indulgently and shifted around so that she once again faced him while still locked in his embrace.

Dagen didn’t appreciably adjust his arms that had encircled his wife making it a playfully challenging and rather pleasant experience.

“Well let’s fix that then. I’m guessing we have a good half hour until it really matters. You know what we can accomplish in half an hour don’t you love?” she asked with gently placed kisses.

“Well I could readjust the replicator relays so the coffee doesn’t come out tasting like a mutated blood wine. The sonic shower has a new programming where it comes out feeling like water drops with various settings. We could compose a thank you letter for the mystery bracelets for Aunt Clara.” He said these with his mind increasingly on things less mechanically related. “Or you could keep on doing what you are doing,” he said, accommodating Reia in whatever uniform challenge she was working on at that moment. As one particular kiss in a place that Trills are sensitive to sent shivers through his body he continued. “Yes, that last thing.”

In some cultures they would, technically, still be newly weds. In others they would be considered married for quite some time. None of that really entered Reia’s mind as she started working at Dagen’s uniform.

• Reia

Dagen helped his wife where he could in this one sided operation. In one way it didn’t seem right that Dagen was unable to return the favor. Looking at it another way, Dagen found it very pleasant wherever Reia brushed against him. In the corner of his eye he noticed a blip in space pass by, like a comet or other light streak, but that was gone in a moment.
- Dagen

Now they were skin to skin, absolutely nothing between them except, perhaps, a few molecules.

“Mmmm. I like you so much better this way. I think I like you right here and right now too. Why wait?” she said teasingly, her hands all over her wonderful husband.

• Reia

Wait? Wait for what at this point? There was nothing happening. They were between missions currently being resupplied. On his side there were a number of engineering components being taken aboard and others swapped out. Those he intended to keep up on; the Trill helped built the Genny and new things he wanted to be aware of. Technology simply kept going and as much as he tried one could not easily keep up on it all and still, in this case run a department and work on a marriage. Which, at the moment, he supposed he was attending to right now, if that word could be used in any adequate way.

Sometimes he wondered at their so opposite nature, even physically. She feminine and smooth, and Dagen having taken on a nickname of Sasquatch at the Academy. He was not often cold, apart from his hands which were a joined Trill trait, and never when he was next to Reia. As his wife was already in his arms he tightened his hug and lifted her to the edge of the console and hoping that it didn’t engage anything like, oh, ship wide comms. There was a flash across the view screen; another supply ship no doubt or a survey bot scanning the hull for any integrity issues. He’d seen some of them since talking to Aunt Clara. They were in and out of his mind - a reminder to check manifests later, but not right now. “We certainly have time, love. What could possibly disturb us here?”

Dagen

Reia shifted slightly on the edge of the console.

Oh yes, this is going to be fun. she thought.

“You’re right of course.” she purred in his ear.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around him and her legs fit snug around his hips.

• Reia

At that moment there was a soft swish and a female voice was heard saying, “… rry, Commander Thor must have gone to engineering early. I can’t explain why he would not have answered his calls. But you can wait here until we track him and Lt Shandy. As you can see the rep …” The voice trailed off suddenly … “Uh, perhaps on second tho..”

“This will be perfectly fine, dear,” came the voice of Dagen’s mother. “We’ll make ourselves at home. Surprises can come in different forms.”

“But in this case ..” came the shriller voice of their guide.

“Nonsense, we’ve taken up enough of your time and .. oh …” A moment’s pause. “..My.”

For Dagen the voices intruded on his consciousness, thinking that it was through the comms at first, and only came to bear on the forefront of his senses at the sound of his mother’s voice, his eyes going suddenly wide as he looked into Reia’s, his body freezing.

Dagen