JDL ~ Cmdr Waterhouse & MCPO Caine ~ "Sittin' There And Wonderin' What It's All About" Pt II/II

Posted on Fri Jan 16th, 2015 @ 1:55am by Commander Amelia Waterhouse & Master Chief Petty Officer Rik Caine

2,879 words; about a 14 minute read

Mission: A Spot To Kill

=/\= Continued from Part I =/\=

The words flattery will get you everywhere had been about to escape Amelia's lips when Rik drew her attention to the deadly beauty behind glass, and there was no two ways about it, he'd just earned himself a ticket to her quarters. How she hadn't noticed the piece before this was a testament to how distracting he was.

"Does she work?" The important question, as the only other one left to answer she could not ask him. What bottle would she present when they reached the executive officer's suite? She didn't know him well enough to pull out the blue stuff, but she had some wonderful moonshine and some top shelf whiskey she could offer.

Rik pondered for a moment, the idea of testing the piece filling him with a sense of giddy excitement like a kid who had wondered into a candy store when his momma wasn't looking. "Good question... want to get it out and give it a test?" he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his ice blues like starlight bouncing off a tropical ocean.

"I'm sure no one will hear and drop the dime on us... it's late as well… we're all... alone, together..." he emphasised "it won't trigger an alarm - it's too old fashioned to be picked up..." he said almost daring her.

"You sure know just the thing to say to a girl to make her weak in the knees," she purred, then knocked back the remainder of her drink. "However." She leaned across the desk, looking straight into those icy windows of his. "If we take her to the holodeck, I've got a subroutine that'll let us play without having to waste any of those hard to replace hunks of lead."

"A dame who appreciates the value of an antique... my, my you are quite something" Rik quipped. "Well we're clean outta hooch so moving on seems like sound idea and you've got me intrigued with your..." he paused and pursed his lips for a moment picking the perfect word before letting the corner of his mouth turn up as slow as a taxi pulling up outside a gin mill. "Subroutines" he concluded allowing any indication of a double-entendre to be hers to imagine and question as if remembering a sweet dream. "Lead on Miss Ameila Waterhouse - me and my gat are all yours tonight" he concluded getting up slowly for the first time since she entered.

His physique was slender, but defined. His clothes, dark trousers and a blue shirt rolled up at the sleeves and unbuttoned at the collar were stylishly untidy. Simple, understated. Walking with purpose to the cabinet he tapped on the release consoles as if he were a pianist rolling out a tune on the ivories and the glass promptly slid open. Rik Caine wasn't sure if it was the revolver or her but his heart was drumming a beat something fierce in his chest trying its hardest to escape.

Taking it out slowly Rik pushed down on the latch releasing the top-break and checked the cylinder before snapping it back with a swift wrist action. He aimed it briefly before spinning it on his finger and offering the weapon, handle first to the vixen on his desk. "Here's where I pray I haven't troubled you enough that you jam the roscoe in my button" he said with a wink.

"I'm not one to waste my time in the company of people who don't at least amuse me," she insisted, sliding off the desk. In her heels she had a few inches on him, but she suspected they'd be nearly eye to eye if she slipped out of them, though she'd probably still have the advantage. As she closed the space between them, her fingers wrapped around the offered handle, and a chill ran up her spine. There she paused a long moment.

"Do you know your way around the ship yet?" she finally asked, taking a step backwards towards the door of the office. "Or do I need to go slow so you can keep up?" She smirked as her eyes darted between him and the pretty piece in her hand. She couldn't decide which excited her more at this point, but she kept falling into the depths of his eyes, cold as the ocean and easily just as dangerous. "I have a riddle for you, smart guy. How do you know you've satisfied a redhead?"

Rik mused for a moment exaggerating his thought process "do you offer bad hooch and a gun and see if she bumps ya off? Or maybe you get closer like pulling up the collar of a winter coat and she what move she makes next" he said lowering his tone and taking a step closer to the taller goddess in front of him.

He kept his gaze on hers - locked together like the strongest safe in town. "As for knowing my way round this ol' tub, 'fraid I don't so I'll be following you blindly wherever ya lead me doll - you strike me as the type that'd enjoy that type of power though".

"That," Amelia said, finding herself stepping closer to him instead of backing towards the door as she had before, "is perhaps the treasure map to follow on how to satisfy a redhead, but it's not the big red X that tells you you've found the spot." Her heart climbed into her throat, and the sound of it in her ears was like a tommy gun on full auto. She was certain he could hear it, he had to be able to. She swallowed, and leaned just that much closer. "No, that big red X is when I unlock the handcuffs and let you go."

And with that, she stepped back from him, spun around, and was out the door. "Do keep up, I wouldn't want you to get lost. I'm having such fun," she called over her shoulder.

"You're a wild firecracker aren't ya doll" he commented, his own heart beating a faster drumbeat. "Guess I'll have to go hunting for that elusive cross" he added as he watched her turn and leave, those long gams taking elegant strides like she'd learned how to float instead of walk. "Me too doll, me too" he called after her as he followed like a puppy being called for dinner and only just managed to lock the office door as he did so.

The corridors were empty, made sense for this late hour... Or was it early now? He couldn't tell. Left turn. He followed a few paces behind, partly because he didn't know the way and mostly because he was enjoying the view. Right turn. Lost as if he'd wondered into a maze there was no return now. He was truly at her mercy. He enjoyed the back and forth power exchange of their late night encounter - kept the evening full of spice.

Another turn, left again, and there was the turbolift. As Amelia spied it, and waited for Rik to turn the corner behind her, a verse of song sprung fully formed into her head. Normally when something is fully formed in the head, it bursts from the forehead, but this danced from her lips as he rounded the corner and she turned to face him. It wasn't the first verse, but it certainly felt right.

"I fell for your jivin' and I took you in," she sang, realizing she hadn't actually summoned the turbolift yet. She half turned to press the button. "Now all you got to offer me's a drink of gin. Why don't you do right, like some other men do?" The doors opened behind her, and with only a fleeting backwards glance first, she stepped back into the turbolift. "Get out of here and get me some money too. Why don't you do right, like some other men do?" Amelia crooked her finger and beckoned him to join her in the lift. "Like some other men do."

He slowed his walking as her sultry tones hit him square in the ears. If it had been a punch in the ring, it would have been the knockout blow. He smiled, locking his eyes on hers enjoying the irony of the song she had picked. Not to be beat he took a deep breath. He wasn't much for singing; his voice while capable of holding a tune had a rough but pleasing growl undercutting each note. Face of a betting women, she bets on every hand, she's a tricking modafunkyou everywhere she lands he responded taking the original lyrics of the song she had just sung at him. It fitted as well as a glove and by the time he had hit the last beat he was standing close just inside the turbolift door. Close enough to feel her breath, close enough for the spark to be charged.

The doors slid shut as the moment lingered, no instruction to the computer being given.

I used to have plenty of money, the finest clothes in town, but bad luck and trouble overtaken me, bound to get me down. Please have mercy, Lord have mercy on me. Well if I've done somebody wrong, Lord, have mercy if you please... Well if I've been a bad boy, baby, I declare I'll change my ways. Rik crooned continuing their musical story interlude.

The computer chirped "That deck is not recognised. Please state your destination". Rik could have cursed like a Marine at that moment but instead rolled his eyes, a twinkling laughter in those ice blues as he caught the fiery dame's eyes once again, taking yet another step closer.

For all the teasing she had received over the years, twisting her nickname or her family name into any number of water based pun, never once had the liquid comparison ever felt so apt — the only way she could possibly have felt like more of a puddle was if she'd been a changeling. She had told herself that she was going to make him make first contact, that she wouldn't touch him until he touched her first, but he easily gave as good as he got and Amelia was not used to being anything but in charge.

She had found herself leaning in, ready to just kiss him, when the turbolift had so rudely stepped in nearly spoiling the moment. She couldn't help a small little laugh, her eyes dropping for a moment, only to find his as soon as she looked up again. Her breath caught in her throat as he took that one more step so that the only thing that kept them from touching was effort.

"I, uh-" she started, and swallowed. "How about a rain check on playing with the gat, and we go back to my quarters for a nightcap?" The words just tumbled out, tripping over themselves like a thug caught in the act, and she was sure that she was nearly the color of her dress and no amount of makeup could hide it at this point.

Rik reached his hand out slowly, lightly tracing down the elegant frame of her lower arm to the hand holding the six-shooter, his fingers grazing hers with complete intention but the possibility of accident. He lightly prised the gun away and tucked it into the back of his belt like a cop in an old TV movie who had just taken a firearm away from a no-good hood. This moment, however, lacked the forceful arrest that followed but instead was filled with was enough sparks to light up the 4th of July.

"We're hitting on all eight doll, a nightcap at your joint sounds like a mighty fine plan to me" he said not needing to raise his voice much above a whisper in the small cylinder that was the turbolift. "Would be a fine shame if you lammed off when we're getting on so well... or at least, I'm amusing you enough to get another drink" he added reiterating her words from earlier like a playback on an old radio of a favourite song.

"Deck eight," Amelia directed the turbolift, her eyes darting upwards — a habit picked up as a child growing up on starships, but one she couldn't manage to break, no matter how juvenile she felt it made her look. "Right, another drink," she murmured as the turbolift hummed to life. "Did you want to stick to whiskey?" It was a stupid question, but it was all she could spit out. Her head still swum from the fleeting skin contact as he took the gun back, and she was mentally cursing her choice to wear the gloves with the outfit. Her eyes closed.

Rik smiled to himself as she instructed the turbolift with a flick of her eyes like she'd cast some kind of spell willing the contraption to move. Cute he couldn't help but think as the lift steadily climbed. "I'll take whatever you think I'm worth - as long as it goes down easy and beats the poor excuse I had to offer" he said with another of those half smiles.

"You know doll now I see ya up close and personal like and in all this light; you're really quite the dish" he said lightly tracing her hairline and feint Trill spots with a caress of his hand. Her skin was softer than the richest of silks and he had to admit the touch made his heart beat loudly into his eardrums. He wondered how she would react but he'd jumped in headfirst without checking to see if there were rocks and there was no backing out now. Day one onboard and he was already starting to feel dizzy for this dame and not just any dame but a forbidden redheaded vixen that had graced his doorway holding that invisible sign saying trouble in nine different languages. But those gams, those sun-blushed red lips like the first vine tomatoes fresh for plucking and the fire in her eyes matching the flame red of her hair. From the first words she'd let drift through his office. Sure she may be trouble, this may all end up similar to taking a smoke in a firework factory but boy; was it worth every stolen second of forbidden time.

Amelia's eyes fluttered open again as his hand brushed her face, and she visually traced the shape of his in return as she leaned into his caress. She felt like she could crawl out of her skin waiting for the turbolift to reach her deck. At any point those doors would open, and anyone could be standing on the other side.... Anyone such as Rochelle. She wasn't sure what Rochelle would think, but Amelia was almost certain her friend — her commanding officer — wouldn't approve. Part of her didn't want to disappoint, didn't want to get caught in violation of the regs, but this just felt right. The chemistry was palpable like a looming summer rain, and all she could think about was that first raindrop that indicated the oncoming deluge.

Her hands settled on his shoulders, and she leaned in, removing the remaining bit of space between them as her lips found his. This long anticipated connection sent a jolt from head to toe as the turbolift doors slid open behind him. Amelia was beyond caring if anyone saw or not, all she wanted was to be inside her quarters where there was no one to watch her unless she invited them in.

Mirroring her every move but looking nowhere near as good as an honest reflection he felt her lips connect with his. The culmination of their game - the big reveal. Turned out they both had the winning hand that night. It was soft, tender, sweet. Electric enough to power the whole ship. His hands instinctively wrapped around her pulling her in closer and resting on the small of her back. The moment, like a scene out a movie played out without interruption as he continued to embrace the red headed dame who making him dizzy.

He pulled away slightly at a time that felt natural to do so and rested his forehead on hers, their noses lightly grazing. His breathing was more rapid, his baby blues firmly locked on hers. If a picture could paint a thousand words than that moment was an entire library. "You're full of surprises Amelia" he managed to whisper through baited breath. Before she could return a comment he had embraced her once again - their lips locking with the timing of a well rehearsed scene. Rik hadn't even noticed the doors opening behind him, exposing their forbidden moment to anyone around. He didn't think he cared if anyone was to see - there are some things in life worth loosing everything for - he figured this was one of them. Figured; no. He was damn certain this was one of them.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Commander Amelia Waterhouse
Executive Officer
USS Vindicator, NCC-78213-E

MCPO Rik Caine
Securtity Investigator/Chief of the Boat
USS Vindicator, NCC-78213-E

 

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