Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (CO) in Alita’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Alita Claire (Chief Security Officer) in Alita’s Quarters

Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (CO) in Alita’s Quarters
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Since leaving Remy’s quarters earlier that day, Alita had made certain to be in motion because if she stopped to think for too long, she would start overthinking the night before, which was something she didn’t want to do. She had definitely gone to Remy’s bed of her own free will and would definitely do so again but, sometimes, other thoughts intruded.

Diaz cast an accusing glance as Alita had entered the office that morning. The ship was too damned small. The rest of the day had gone by in a blur. Now it was late evening and Alita lay stretched on her couch exhausted from work and a session on the holodeck. Shifting, she realized she had pulled a hamstring and would probably have to take it easy for a few days. Glancing around, she also realized the cart with all those delectable left overs was in Remy’s quarters. The thought of having the replicator do anything for her at this point was terribly disheartening.

• Alita

At that moment, the chime at Alita’s door rang.

When the door slid open, Remy was standing there. The cart she had delivered to him last night was by his side, the dishes steaming and looking just as delicious as they had the night before.

He smiled at her and said, ” I am ‘opine you don’ mind leftovers, but we ‘ardly touched this meal last night. Dere was sometine much more desirable dat consumed my ‘unger. . . may I come in, cher?”

Boudreaux (CO)

Alita made to sit up and winced with the effort.

“Of course you can. That actually smells quite good. Gee, I wonder why we never quite got to it…” she said with a smile as her eyes lingered on Remy.

• Alita

He noticed the slight indication of pain as she moved. “I ‘ope I didno’ overextend something in my efforts to satisfy you last night. . .or dis morning.”

He moved the cart into the room and positioned for easy access from the couch. “Relax, let me get some for you. . .”

After dishing out a little bit of everything onto her plate, Remy handed it over and sat down on the couch. He gently lifted her legs and slid underneath her calves. Despite his best efforts, she winced again. This time he could tell that it was most likely her hamstring. Strange, he thought, he didn’t recall raising her leg high enough to have done anything to damage her hammies. He replayed the previous night in his and began to grin. . . .

“Let me try to fix dis. . . .” he said as he began to gently work his hands on the injured thigh.

Boudreaux (CO)

Alita took the plate and laughed at Remy’s remark. She smiled at his touch. By all rights she probably should have gone to sickbay however, she was a terrible patient.

“Oh I would certainly love to blame this on you. It could probably be laid at my doorstep though. After my shift I extended my usual run by five miles.” Alita paused and took a few bites, her eyes met Remy’s for a few seconds, “I just needed a little time to think and running is how I do that best. Afterwards, I remembered I was supposed to be kickboxing with Diaz and, since I’ve been putting him off all week, I decided I’d better not do it again, especially after the look he gave me this morning. So, a few minutes in, I pulled the hamstring. I suppose it’s all my fault.”

• Alita

He wrapped his hands around her muscular thigh and began searching for pressure points with his fingertips. After finding the trigger points, he began lightly tapping his fingertips on those spots. Using accupressure, a method he learned long ago, he would be able to relieve the pain from the injured hamstring for a brief period.

“Dis is jus’ a temporary fix for de pain. You should still get to sickbay to get a permanent fix, but. . . .I will take any chance I can to get my ‘ands on you, anywhere on you. . “

He continued to massage her leg as she ate. Finally, he asked, “So what was on you’ mind dat you needed de extra run?”

Boudreaux (CO)

Alita really didn’t want to talk about it. They were having so much fun and things would, undoubtedly, get strange between them depending on who found out about them.

“The specifics are a discussion we’ll probably have later. Don’t worry about it too much. Let me just explain why for now. You see, when I have a problem or something is bothering me, I don’t jump from A to B to C to SURPRISE, the answer is D. I run, and I run… And I run. And as I’m running, all the pieces just kind of flutter together and the picture makes sense when I’m done. A lot of my professors at the academy hated that about me except, of course, the track and field coach. So I’m fine. Feeling much better except for the hamstring.”

Alita paused and finished a bit of her food.

For the moment, Remy took her answer in stride. Very well, she’d talk about it when she was ready. But, he also has some thoughts about what had happened between them. At the moment, he had no regrets because it had been incredible. . .

“And as far as I’m concerned, you don’t need and excuse to put your hands on me any time you want.”

• Alita

“Derein, lies part of de problem. I’m no’ sure if I am ab;e to keep my ‘ands or oder tines off of you.”

He looked down aat her smooth, muscular legs. He eyes and hands began to move up to her her body, his touch gentle, yet forceful, as he massaged her thighs, then hips, stomach. . . .

Boudreaux (CO)

Alita couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well that part’s obvious considering you can’t even wait for me to finish eating. Luckily I can get back to that anytime.” she said setting the food aside, “Now about the other part of this problem. We’ll figure it out when we’re meant to so, for now, just come here.”

• Alita

A few hours later, Remy sat at the edge of Alia’s bed and stretched. After that workout, he felt renewed and invigorated, ready to take on the galaxy. He had come to be aware that Alita had that effect on him. After each time they had experienced each other, Remy was more aware of his surroundings, his senses more heightened, and more physically energized.

He turned back around and watched her, wrapped in the tangle of sheets they had made. Smiling, he asked, “Do you ‘ave any idea of de effect you are ‘avine on me?”

Boudreaux (CO)

Alita disentangled herself from the sheets, slipped up behind Remy and wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“Well I could give you a scientific, a medical, or even a psychological explanation but I don’t feel like it. I hope it’s a good one whatever it is.” she whispered warmly into his ear.

• Alita

“Oh it is!!” he said over his shoulder. “I feel. . . younger. Like de last 20-25 years, de presuures of beine in Intelligence, de dirty jobs fo’ 31, de ‘ard decisions of beine CO. . . . all dat jus’ seems like petty annoyances right now. I feel like. . . . like, I wan’ to go steal sometine, jus’ fo’ de trill an’ adventure. . . a carefree life when all I ‘ad to worry ‘bout was de next score. Does dat make sense, cher?”

Boudreaux (CO)

Alita had been stroking Remy’s chest, her hand moving ever slightly more downward with each stroke. Part of her would have reminded him that her genetics are a little out of temporal phase so prolonged intimate contact may be having strange effects on him but that wasn’t wat she decided to say.

“That sounds terribly exhilarating. What do you have in mind?”

Another part of her decided not to suggest that she call her younger brother and they go in on it together because, she had a feeling that Donnie was part racoon. Alita just wasn’t ready for that awkwardness yet.

• Alita