The Newlywed Game

Posted on Sun Feb 8, 2015 @ 6:59pm by Commander Caden Aldrex & Commander Amia Telamon M.D.

1,410 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Eye of the Beholder
Location: Quarters, Deck 24
Timeline: MD 01 Evening / MD 02 Morning

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The door to the quarters whooshed open. Aldrex stood in the corridor on the other side with his wife completely off her feet and in his arms. Both were grinning and laughing whilst simultaneously trying not to be loud about it, lest they attract attention from their neighbors. He stepped across the threshold and put her gently down. Then he planted a long, tender kiss on her lips.

Amia returned the kiss with love and adoration. She had longed for this. Their own joint quarters and time to settle in together. She nestled against Cade's chest, reluctant to let go of the hug and hopeful of another of those kisses that made her physically weak as well as emotionally warm and safe. She congratulated herself silently on how lucky she was, for the 400th time this week. She had slowed off with the amount of times she said it aloud but only because she and Cade had begun to argue about which of them it was who was the most lucky. She knew who it was and she glowed with pleasure in his arms.

Aldrex put his arm around Amia's waist and looked around. "Plenty of room. That's for sure." They were standing in the living area which was furnished with standard-issue Starfleet furniture. Pleasant but not ostentatious. There was also a desk with a monitor that either of them could use for work or personal activity. Beyond that was a corridor which branched into a small kitchen/dining area and the bedroom.

"Not sure.... " she put on a mock serious frown and walked suspiciously towards the bedroom, taking his hand and dragging him along with her. "I suspect there's a problem in THIS room." she said, her best, "you've done something wrong" face and tone in place.

As she peered into the lovely, spacious, nicely furnished room she frowned even more deeply and looked upset. "I don't think that bed is wide enough..." her best, doctor's face would have told most people that she was very serious but Cade knew her too well so she had very little time to pull this off.

"And the bed seems low....should we sit on it and see if it's non-standard height?" he wasn't taking the bait, she could see that, and a smirk was escaping around the edges of her lips which was spoiling whatever credibility she might have hoped for.

The first officer crossed his arms and examined the bed. "I'm sure its standard height. Maybe you're just looking at it the wrong way. Or maybe..." He rubbed his chin for a moment feigning deep thought. "Sometimes it's all a matter of perspective. Here, watch this." Keeping his eyes focused on the bed he reached up and unbuttoned the collar of her uniform tunic, then pulled the front zipper down to her navel. "I've often found that if you make a few adjustments, things look much better. See?" He grinned at her and got a bemused smirk in return. "Of course we can still sit on the thing if you want. Or, you know...whatever."

"Did you mean I should put the tunic underneath to hold it up higher?" she played along and removed the tunic completely, making a fair bit of folding it into a shape that might seem to be capable of lifting something, but due to its material, clearly nothing a the kind of weight such as a bed.

She made as if to slide it under, stood up, eyed the bed, looked at him and said..... "One doesn't seem to be enough!" as if it were the most sensible and reasonable scientific fact.

"Looks great to me," he answered with a huge grin, but he wasn't looking at the bed. His eyes wandered across her gorgeous curves and alabaster skin. He took her hand and pulled her close. They stood in silence for a moment, his eyes lost in hers. With a single deft movement he removed the clip that was holding her hair up. Her long, red locks spilled down around her shoulders. He looked for a place to put the clip down but finding none, he simply threw it over his shoulder.

Amia laughed and rolled her shoulders, knowingly flicking the mane of hair that she knew he loved. It rippled obligingly and as his hungry look enveloped her soul, the two became one.

* * * * * * * *

Waken in the early hours by the grumbling of her stomach Amia took a while to absorb where she was and why she was entwined with this stunningly handsome Trill. The memory of counting those spots brought a warmth to her, from head to foot and she nestled closer. He stirred, sending more warmth through her. "We haven't eaten" she protested, more to her own body than to him, especially since he didn't seem ready to wake.

Her husband buried his face in the pillow and replied with a muffle groan. He needed a few more minutes.

Gently she untangled herself and slid out of the sheets. She reached for a robe on the back of the door and wandered sleepily into the kitchen. They hadn't unpacked but the Replicator was a very handy source of most of what they could want by way of essentials, especially food and drink. She ordered some bagels, croissants, donuts and even egg, fluffy and interspersed with tiny pieces of cooked bacon, fresh tomatoes chopped and a sprinkling of chives. She put it all onto a tray, added some Terran "Ceylon" tea, milk, sugar and butter; two knives, two teaspoons, two forks, two small tea plates, two napkins and a single rose in a curvaceous glass, fashioned like a tall wine glass but with a waist. Setting it up with two teacups with old fashioned saucers and some orange juice with short fat tumblers she looked at it critically, trying to decide what she had forgotten if anything.

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and she felt the gentle kisses on the nape of her neck. "How could you be up so early? Bright-eyed and ready to eat? I need some recovery time from last night."

"You're not hungry?" she asked as her stomach rumbled right on cue. Holding the tray with all the impromptu "breakfast", she nestled backwards into the arms that had encircled her waist.

"Do you need help in here?"

"Well....... " she laughed softly and shivered with delight as the gentle kisses on her neck added to the pleasure of his arms around her. "You could take this tray but if you did, you'd have to let go of me and i wouldn't like that....." she tilted her head right back and rested it on his shoulder, bringing her cheek alongside his, careful to stretch her neck up rather than tilt the tray which she still held in front of her.

Her husband's hands wandered across her body while his kisses became increasingly urgent. He loved the way she leaned into him. Loved the way she felt and the way she was smiling and looking at him now. Everything she did, every way she moved was elegant and beautiful. He put his lips to hers and enjoyed one long, slow kiss.

Through it all Amia had managed not to let go of the tray in her lovely surgeon's hands. He took a glance at it and, delicious as it all seemed, food wasn't on his mind anymore. He relieved her of the tray and set it down on the counter. "I want you," he said to her in a quiet, serious tone, pulling her close.

"Bet I want you more" she challenged breathlessly and kissed him back. It seemed like the 4 AM breakfast was off the menu but she wasn't complaining. Making no attempt to resist the pull into Cade's strong arms, Amia allowed the bliss to wash over her. It had all been worth it. She had never doubted that it would. He was everything she had ever wanted and more and now he was her husband. Her own husband. It didn't seem possible but here she was. In the arms of the most handsome man in the universe.

"I'm the luckiest woman alive" she breathed between impassioned kisses.

He lifted her off her feet and carried her back to the bedroom, her long, slender legs wrapped around his waist. "Remember that later when you're feeling drowsy at work, beautiful."

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