Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (CO) in Dinner with Remy

Posted by Lieutenant Alita Claire (Chief Security Officer) in Dinner with Remy

Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (CO) in Dinner with Remy
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Some part of Alita had been preparing for this dinner since the moment she had sat in the ready room and looked up into her new Captain’s eyes. Everything in her universe had changed since then but the three Cajun gumbos sitting on the serving cart were destined to happen. So were the other dishes and everything neatly tucked away in the shoulder bag.

Alita checked again to make certain he was in his quarters and carefully wheeled down the corridor.

Several people glanced as she passed by. Diaz stepped out of his quarters and smiled, “Hey boss, that’s a lot for poker night. Thanks.” he said enthusiastically.

Alita paused and shook her head, her dark hair brushing the cream colored shoulders of her blouse.

“Not tonight Eddie. Take the tray on the bottom and count me out.”

Eddie took the tray and gave his boss another once over before stepping back into his quarters as Alita silently walked away only to step out of the lift seconds later and ring Remy’s chime.

• Alita

A few moments later, Remy answered the door. He had previously just finished a workout and was exiting the shower when he heard the chime. So, when he answered the door, Alita would be surprised to see her captain with a towel wrapped around his waist and another draped over his shoulders revealing the well-developed and solid upper body that belonged to Remy. His tousled hair still damp from the shower. He smiled to her as he opened the door.

“‘Lita, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you. . . . ” He stopped and sniffed the air and then noticed the food cart behind her. “Boo, am I smelline what I tink I am smelline?”

Boudreaux (CO)

Alita paused for a few seconds longer than was necessary before answering Remy which was not the way she wanted to start the evening.

“Probably. I have three different types of gumbo here, a rediculously decadent bread pudding, and a salad so I can pretend all oft his won’t got to my hips in the morning. And I’m sure you can guess what’s in the shoulder bag.” she said pausing and smiling a bit.

“May I come in?”

Alita was definitely dressed for off duty. She had left the silver hair sticks at home and her dark hair draped long to her shoulders. She wore a cream colored sleeveless blouse with a deep v-neck and a short black wrap skirt with three textured brass buttons on the side, and heels a bit higher than normal. The fact that there was no real color in her blouse intensified the green of her eyes and made the sparkles they were known for pop a bit more than usual.

• Alita

Once Remy got past the aromatic scents of the food she prepared, he stepped aside and replied, “Of course you may.” As she moved into the room, he helped Alita bring the cart in and moved it to a spot near the low table in front of the couch. He couldn’t help but notice how brightly her green eyes shown in the light of his cabin.

He stood in silence for a moment noticing how well the blouse and skirt fit her, revealing curves in all the right places. “To what do I owe de pleasure of dis fine meal? ‘Ave I forgotten sometine? Or is it dat you wan’ me to sample you’ delectables. . . to see if you can pass for a true Cajun?”

Boudreaux (CO)

When Alita had began cooking earlier that day it had been because she had a lot on her mind and cooking was a lot easier than booking a counseling appointment. But as the hours had wound away, her thoughts had become more an more convoluted until she had basically lost track of them and continued cooking.

“I guess I just like a challenge.” she began.

“Oui? Remind me to invite you to participate in in one of my ‘olo adventures from days gone by. It ‘elps keep my skills sharp. I ‘ave no doubt you would like de challenge,” he said with a wink.

Alita had to look away from Remy. She wished she could order him to get dressed or something because, standing there like that, she understood why she had such a crush on her Uncle Rob. They had a very similar body structure and when the handsome marine biologist had taught the 14 year old deep sea diving, she enjoyed being held in his arms more than she cared to admit. And those damned eyes reminded her of Donnie. All the girls loved Donnie and that just wasn’t fair.

Alita moved about the room setting out dishes. The pots of gumbo looked exactly alike but she knew which was which and was curious if Remy would too.

“Either way, I do hope you’re hungry.” Alita said sitting on the couch and taking off her shoulder bag.

“Famished. An’ getting ‘ungrier since I saw you standine in de doorway. . . . I mean, I could smell de food.’

“Unless, of course, this is a bad time?” she asked looking up at him with a smile and a faint blush beginning on her cheeks.

• Alita

“Of course no’. I will always ‘ave time for you, boo. Now,” he began looking at the towel still around his waist, “if you would please finish settine de table, I will change into sometine more appropriate for eatine. I do ‘ope you are plannine on stayine and shareine everytine wit’ me?”

Boudreaux (CO)

Alita nodded and got back up to finish setting the table. She had brought everything from her quarters so it was no trouble at all to lay out the appropriate dishes, flatware, etc. She put the large salad bowl in the center of the table and the three pots of gumbo to one side. The one on the right was a fairly standard interpretation, the one in the middle was a seafood gumbo, and the one on the left actually bore the Boudreaux family name.

As she laid out various other side dishes Alita realized there was far too much for the two of them but, once she started cooking she couldn’t stop. For now, she left the bread pudding to keep warm.

Taking a step back, she admired the spread before bringing out a bottle of Remy’s favorite spirit.

“Everything?” she asked the empty room.

• Alita