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Post by Hector J. Romilly on Apr 11, 2011 16:23:01 GMT -5
"I'd better answer."
"Mmph -- don't --" Hector protested, but it was too late. He sat back and closed his eyes as if to ward off a headache, sighing heavily. Not acceptable, Ensign... Ensign... well. Whoever he was.
Hector didn't think he had ever felt quite so unreleased in all his life, but he held his tongue on the subject, blood thundering. He was still flushed from the thrill of it, confused by the suddenness of it, and frankly bloody irritated by the abrupt end of it.
"I guess you can be let off with a warning."
"A warning for what?" Hector resumed their prior argument as though nothing had happened between them. She slapped his drenched commbadge into his hand, and Hector put it back on his uniform.
It wasn't really fully operational, but in his temper he slapped it anyway.
"Lietenant Commander Romilly to -- the little git in engineering," he said hotly, licking his upper lip and putting his hands on his hips irritably, "whatever it is, either you fix it or you transfer to another department. On another ship."
Hector knew that simply saying 'engineering' and not a name assigned to a badge meant that he was reprimanding the ensign essentially in front of the entire department; he didn't care.
//"Sir -- there's a mild fluctuation --"// the ensign was as ever determined to go exactly by the book. The book stated that if there was something out of the ordinary, seek advice before attempting to fix it. The fact that he was behaving like an absolute wet blanket was of no concern to him. Hector hoped vaguely that they were attacked by the Borg, or something equally stressful -- then the little snot might learn to prioritise appropriately.
"It's funny, Ensign -- my commbadge keeps talking, even after I've told it to stop. Why do you think that might be?"
There was a long pause. Long enough that Hector almost had a glimmer of hope, but then --
//"Sir, I believe your communications badge may be malfunctioning. Did you hear what I said?"//
Hector took the badge off and put it back in the vase.
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Xena
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Post by Xena on Apr 11, 2011 16:45:20 GMT -5
"A warning for what?"
Due to the fact that whoever it was over the badge would hear her if she spoke, Xena just gave Hector a death glare. It was a killer. 'You don't want to start up again.' Xena mouthed. 'You'll regret it.' While Hector was dealing with whomever from engineering Xena un-braided her black hair, combed it out with her fingers then re-braided it, so it wouldn't be loose or questionable. Or look like someones hand hand been in it.
"It's funny, Ensign -- my commbadge keeps talking, even after I've told it to stop. Why do you think that might be?"
Xena rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. There was a pause, more talking and Hector tossed the badge again.
"If you do that one more time," Xena fished it out again then walked right up to Hector. She stood toe to toe. "I'll place it in as part of the report. Now, take this badge, and either fix it, or file in a request for a new one!"
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Post by Hector J. Romilly on Apr 11, 2011 16:55:30 GMT -5
"If you do that one more time, I'll place it in as part of the report. Now, take this badge, and either fix it, or file in a request for a new one!"
"Mm. Are you going to slap my wrists?" Hector shook a few drops of water from the badge and then pocketed it. He'd fix it later, and adjust it so it modulated and tuned out that Ensign's voice automatically. Why hadn't he thought of that before? He liked this woman. She inspired him.
His gaze dropped hopefully to her mouth, and then flicked back so they were eye to eye, her steely blue ones locked with his, which were a deep, troubled brown. He had an amused, rebellious look on his face then, though.
She had certainly made his duty shift more exciting.
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Xena
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Post by Xena on Apr 11, 2011 18:37:45 GMT -5
"Mm. Are you going to slap my wrists?"
"I'm afraid I didn't replicate a ruler," Xena stated. She then added "not like it would help. I think it's safe to say reprimands don't work with you and neither do standard Federation punishments." What would work... If Hector was a typical man and was after her all the time for dates, she'd simply refuse until he shaped up. Of course that was not the case here. So it was of no use to waste time thinking about it.
"Now when you get into trouble, and you will," Xena sounded definite about him getting into some sort of trouble. "I'll see to it that three things happen. None of which you will like. Understand?" Xena arched a brow as she looked at him. "Or do you require me to be more clear?" Oh. "I almost forgot."
Xena went and grabbed a tissue and stood right back where she had been. Resistance was futile. She kissed him again, then started wiping her lipstick off of him.
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Post by Hector J. Romilly on Apr 11, 2011 18:56:19 GMT -5
"Well, if you don't tell me what the three things are, there's only one way I could possibly satisfy my curiosity." Hector wondered if perhaps this was just extreme dedication to her position; she thought she had identified his weakness and was taking advantage of it. He thought about everything tactically, even relationships -- at least, he tried to. His ability to take this one objectively had already taken a beating, but he was still wondering. His own feelings about her aside, and they were terribly fresh and new anyway, she had tried two other methods with him earlier. He was well acquainted with the idea of a drill instructor. They told you that you were scum and belittled you until you were meek. Hector had never succumbed to one. Then she had tried to intimidate him physically -- now... positive reinforcement? Bribing him? He honestly didn't know. He suspected that was how it had begun, but it had ended with such fervent, impassioned kissing that he had a hard time believing it was an act any more. She was good. He chuckled and rolled his eyes good-naturedly as she gave him a quick kiss and then wiped his face. "Leave some on there, I want to make good and sure that imbecile in engineering knows he interrupted something scandalous," he suggested impishly, revealing inadvertently that he did in fact now intend to go back on duty properly, at least on the surface of things. Perhaps she was having an effect after all. When she had finished making him presentable, he slipped past her and headed for the door -- giving her backside a cheeky pinch as he did so, and then taking a wide stride to avoid any recompense from the act. He fully expected her to swipe at him. "I hope you know what you're getting into," he said, hovering for a moment in the doorway. It was then that he noticed her guitar, sitting in a corner he hadn't been able to see before. Interesting.He pursed his lips and blew a kiss in her direction, then disappeared into the brightly lit corridor outside. End Hector.
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Xena
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I'd Watch Your Step If I Were You.
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Post by Xena on Apr 11, 2011 19:13:25 GMT -5
"Well, if you don't tell me what the three things are, there's only one way I could possibly satisfy my curiosity."
Guess that meant she'd be seeing him later. Satisfy my curiosity... Xena repeated in her head. He had just given her an idea. They always did say that it was curiosity that killed the cat. Yeah, but satisfactory brought it back.
"Leave some on there, I want to make good and sure that imbecile in engineering knows he interrupted something scandalous,"
"No bloody way!" Xena stopped and folded her arms. "And you can't make me." And that sounded a little childish, but then again... if Xena was starting to figure Hector out just a little bit. Well. Yeah. Now when he slipped past her, giving a pinch, Xena just missed by three seconds of being able to grab and flip him straight onto his back! "Do that again and I'll detach your whole arm!" Man alive did it ever sound like she meant it. She gave Hector such a cold chilling look.
"I hope you know what you're getting into,"
"Yeah. Trouble." Capital T.
He blew a kiss then he was gone.
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