[Fin][Sharpay, La'Mara, Open] In the Name of Duty

[Xena]

"Did you just lock us in?"

"Никакой болван. Я удостоверился, что каждый мог войти." Xena muttered sarcastically in Russian; which translated to: 'No dimwit. I made sure everyone could come in'. What was he thinking? Psh! What was she thinking?! Well, whatever it was it was not clear thinking. He got on her nerves. He was going to injure a crewman. He was reckless. He argued with her. Irritating! Which you think that would make her hate him. But no. Quite the opposite.

"Naughty, Lieutenant."

"Looks who's calling me naughty. You're not exactly the most upstanding Starfleet officer."

Despite that Xena still followed when he gestured her to. And this time he kissed her. And oh good golly miss molly! Naturally Xena kissed him back, but she also wrapped her arms around him, too. Pulled him close as possible.

Tag: Hector

[Hector J. Romilly]

Hector didn't speak Russian. He presumed she was saying Kiss me so thoroughly my head will spin, you oaf. He obeyed, his fingertips tracing along her jaw line and the curve of her neck; his other arm supporting her so that she wasn't jammed against an uncomfortable bulk head.

Within minutes they were an absolute tangle of tongues, grasping hands and squirming bodies; they had barely known one another a day, but it was as though she was magnetic.

He was just drawn to her.

[Xena]

His touch was insane. Insanely wonderful. Xena was rather overwhelmed. Not just by how she felt about Hector; whom she was seemingly drawn to. But also her job, protocols. This was very difficult...inside. Her mind was saying no while her heart was saying yes. Never happened.

"Hector, if you give me a hickey on duty I'll kill you." Xena managed to say between kisses.

[Hector J. Romilly]

"Fine," Hector agreed breathlessly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he stopped and sat back from her, panting a little. "We could do something else instead. I spy..."

[Xena]

"We could do something else instead. I spy..."

Xena couldn't help but arch a brow. "You want to play the game 'I Spy'?" Xena was slightly confused. "How about dinner tonight instead? I'll even let you make it." As for I spy. I spy an officer that is quite intoxicating. It was true. In a way...sort of. He was a drug, or like one. At least according to the medical database on drugs and their effect on Humans and other species. Xena leaned in and kissed him once more. Oh yeah.

Tag: Hector

[Hector J. Romilly]

Dinner? Hector furrowed his brow.

"I think you should consider carefully whether or not you want to spend time talking to me," he suggested, with a smirk. "I'd also probably take a good long think about whether I'd eat anything someone like me gave to me."

He played it off with humour because he wasn't sure he knew how he'd handle a date. Secretive snogging was one thing, seeing one another deliberately was wholly another.

[Xena]

Xena simply stared at Hector. She then smirked. "What's the matter? Are you afraid?" Xena asked, challenging him somewhat and the same time teasing. Would the pressure work? Assuming he felt it as pressure.

"I'm game if you are. Of course if you aren't game, does that mean I have less fear than you?" Hey it's worth a shot. Also an interesting question for it being off the top of her head.

She then shrugged. "I can see how you'd feel threatened to cook and meet up." Xena gave a simple nod. She leaned in and gave Hector another kiss. I wonder who said all we'd do is talk?

Tag: Hector

[Hector J. Romilly]

"Are you afraid?"

Yes! "No." Hector pouted, sulking a little. He was like a little boy being told that he couldn't play with his toys until he had done his chores; he wanted all the perks of a relationship without any of the commitment.

"I can see how you'd feel threatened to cook and meet up."

"I'm not threatened!" She kissed him, and he relented for a moment, then picked up exactly where he'd left off: "I am not threatened. The fact is, after you've spent -- more than half an hour with me you're going to realise what a terrible mistake this is. I'm only being realistic."

Realistic, and defensive and cynical.

[Xena]

"If it is a mistake then don't you think it's mine to make?! You aren't one of my parents!" Xena snapped. "Besides, if you're not threatened and not afraid then I think you would prove it by having dinner with me. You make the meal I show up in something other than my uniform, and go from there."

"Well, are you a boy or a man?" Xena waited for his answer.

Tag: Hector

[Hector J. Romilly]

It was Hector who'd have to deal with being 'the mistake', he thought. Sure, he made it look easy -- but being that guy wasn't always all it was cracked up to be. It could be a lonely existence if you didn't protect yourself from hurt feelings.

"What makes you think I can cook?" he deflected, although the idea of having her out of her uniform was certainly tempting.

[Xena]

"The replicator." Very simplistic answer. Straight forward too. "All you do is walk up to it and say something like: Computer, pork chops, asparagus tips covered in butter, some hollandaise sauce.

Or you can say: Computer, split pea soup, hot rolls, and roast beef." Xena rolled her eyes. It was not hard to come up with something to say to the computer. Heck the thing could even list you a menu of foods that went together!

"You are making things more complicated than they actually are." Shesh! Some people.

Tag: Hector

[Hector J. Romilly]

"Then you're not so highly strung as to demand I cook from scratch," Hector remarked. "Wonders never cease. Why my quarters? Why not yours?"

He knew perfectly well it was because she was curious about him, but it didn't make it any easier to let her in.

[Xena]

"Cooking from scratch can be difficult if you aren't used to doing it that way. Besides, not many people do." Highly strung... "What exactly gave you the idea I was highly strung? If you're thinking I was meant for the rose and pearl or champaign and caviar life then I'd say you were working way too hard."

Xena was pretty simple for the most part. Her tastes were simple, clothes were pretty simple (after all these years you'd think they'd make comfortable woman clothing), who wanted all that fluff and pedestal life anyway? Certainly couldn't get dirty. If one was to describe Xena with a Human term it might be beer and pretzel.

"Has to be your quarters because you've already been to mine. One good turn..."

Tag: Hector

[Hector J. Romilly]

"All right -- fine," Hector gave in. Usually they were offended by this point and prepared to not bother with him at all. This was definitely brand new. They would have one date in which she would come to realise what curmudgeonly, sour ass he could be and then there would be no more stolen, on-duty kisses, and life would go back to normal.

There was the tiniest pang of regret at the thought, somewhere deep in his stomach, where he had buried his loneliness. He ignored it.

"0800, and you'd better bring me flowers."

[Xena]

Xena thought about the flowers for a millisecond. "Okay." She agreed. If he was serious or not, well for once she was not sure. However it only seemed kind of fair. Her asking him to make dinner was not exactly a total request. Xena then smiled as she thought of something else.

"You want chocolates too?" She asked playfully as she gave Hector another kiss. "Maybe even a promise I don't intend to keep..." Was that not how it went with Human guys? Give a woman flowers, chocolates, and promises you don't intend to keep just to get on her good side for a while?

Tag: Hector