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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“Everytine what?” Remy inquired as he exited the bedroom. This time, he was dressed, comfortably and casual would be an understatement. The white t-shirt he was wearing had the sleeves cut off at the shoulders and was well worn. The blue Starfleet Academy insignia across the chest was faded and stretched. One would have to be fairly close to read the faded lettering. The red shorts he wore had at one time been longer sweatpants. Time had necessitated they be cut off at just above the knees and to flow freely as he walked. Across the bottom of the left leg another Starfleet Academy insignia, this time in faded white, showed more years of wear. A pair of leather flip-flops finished his ensemble.

He finished toweling off his hair and then ran both hands through his dark locks to keep it out of his face.

Stepping to the table, Remy inhaled deeply over each of the pots and after each a look of ecstasy spread across his face.

“If evertine tastes as good as it smells, boo, you are goine to make Tantie Mattie jealous. It has been a long time since anyone has come close to her dishes. I am impressed!!!”

Boudreaux (CO)

As Alita watched Remy walk across the room and inhale the aromas of what she had to offer, the answer to his question faded from her mind. The mention of his relative, however, reminded her that she had left most family things in her quarters. It had actually not been a conscious decision. Ever since she and Remy had found out about their familial relationship she had been on an emotional roller coaster of sorts. He was the answer to a family mystery, an honored place on a family tree, her Captain, her colleague, someone she would go anywhere with, and trust with her life. But Alita had done the math many times. She had never grown up with this man. The genetics said the family bond was there and even though she saw the resemblance all throughout the family tree she was having a hard time reconciling it with the person standing before her now. The one thing she was completely uncertain of was if she was bold enough to ask his feelings on the subject.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Alita realized there was something missing.

“Well I’m glad you like it so far because it’s not coming back to my quarters with me. I’ve been training for an Ironman triathlon and this is my reward for being very very good.” she explained holding Remy’s eyes for a bit too long, “But I have one more thing and then we can start eating. Please feel free to serve yourself.”

Alita walked over to the cart and bent low to retrieve something from bottom tray. This would no doubt reveal the work that Alita had been doing in her off hours. Her calves were chiseled supporting lean thighs and a firm derrière all accentuated by black heels.

“So dat’s what it is,eh? I’ve noticed you puttine extra time in de ‘olodeck.” He watched as she bent down and noticed the well developed muscles in her legs and tight glutes. “The work you ‘ave been doine definitely shows in you’ legs and ass. . . ass . . . .oder assets.”

He had to turn away to hide the slight reed tint to his cheeks. For the moment he was content to full a glass with the bourbon she had brought along.

Standing slowly she turned and brought the tray of biscuits.

“You’ll have to let me know how you like my buns.”

• Alita

Remy stopped mid pour as he straightened up. “You’ buns seem perfect.” He turned around and saw Alita with the biscuits in front of her. His gaze went from her eyes to the tray she held. “Yes, dey are perfect. I canno’ wait to get a ‘andful.” He looked back into her eyes as the room filled with a brief awkward silence. He broke the silence with a clearing of his throat then quickly drained his glass of all it’s contents.

He turned again to fill his glass and one for Alita. Taking a deep breath, he was grateful to be wearing the shorts a t-shirt.

“Whew!! Are you warm, boo? I am. It seems de temp has gone up slightly in ‘ere. I’ll ‘ave to ‘ave ops check it out tomorrow, possibly tonight, if it gets too warm to sleep. . . :

Boudreaux (CO)

Alita doubted Remy had x-ray vision so how could he have seen the biscuits before she turned around to hand them to him? It was obvious he was commenting on what was under her skirt. This made her heart beat fast and brought a flush to her cheeks which she tried to hide by downing the glass of bourbon which only made the flush worse.

Sighing she signaled the Remy should please pour her another one. It was going to be one of those nights… Whatever that meant.

Taking Alita’s glass, he quickly downed his second and refilled both.

“Nothing gets by you on this ship does it? No matter what affect of yourself you present to the crew nothing ever gets by you does it?” she asked.

Handing a full glass this time, back to Alita, he replied. “I’d like to tink dat be de case. Training since pretty much de day I could walk . . . watchine, observine, beine aware of de surroundines, after a while it becomes such a part of you, it ‘appens wit’out even tinkine about it.”

Standing again, Alita began serving, bending slightly to reach some of the dishes further across the table, the deep V of the neckline dipping dangerously low.

As she bent over, it gave Remy a clear view of what lay beneath her blouse. As his jaw dropped, he quickly turned back toward the bottle of bourbon and popped a couple of ice cubes into his mouth. Before Alita could straighten back up, he was facing her again with a closed smile as he sucked on the ice, trying to cool himself down.

Glancing up, she laughed, “Yeah, maybe it is a bit hot.”.

• Alita

With the melting ice in his mouth, all Remy could do was swallow and reply, “MM-mmm.”

There was no doubt that Remy was a master at the flirtation game. Again, it almost came as second nature to him, but here was Alita, playing the game as well, if not better. She had definitely set Remy to reeling.

He hurriedly chewed up what was left of the ice and spoke. “Are. . .are you ready to do it? Get filled up, I mean?”

“To eat, dat is. I am ready to eat anytine you put in front of me. . . . “

Boudreaux (CO)

Alita was acutely aware of the fact that Remy seemed to be squirming a bit more than she had ever seen him. Perhaps it was just the bourbon. Perhaps other things were revealing themselves.

“You know, I actually thought of just making myself dessert… Um, bringing dessert. But what kind of woman would I be if I didn’t bring the whole menu? Please, help yourself.” Alita said pulling her plate closer.

• Alita