JDL | Com. Ivanova, Cmdr Archer - "Make It Hurt So Good"

Posted on Mon Feb 23rd, 2015 @ 8:20am by Admiral Rochelle Ivanova & Commander James Archer

641 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: A Spot To Kill

“Did you really have to put yourself on my couch?” Rochelle sighed as she busily set about closing windows. She’d already chased away a handful of maids, most of them gaggling and ogling the tall, dark, and handsome human Commander. Dark hair, she’d realized, wasn’t an everyday occurrence with the bright bronze and blond Atlanteans. “You could have put Waterhouse in here and yourself in with DuPont.” The redhead scowled, pacing more than anything now that she’d accomplished her task in shutting out the cold night air.

“Suck it up, Buttercup. You’re stuck with me.” James replied as he waltzed past her into her bed chambers, selected two choice pillows, stole a blanket, and sauntered back to the sitting room to set up camp. “Oh…” He paused, tossing his bounty on the couch and turned to bow deeply, his left hand extended in a flourish as he did so, “Forgive me… your Majesty.” He drawled and moved off to continue his search for listening devices and other bugs.

“You’re serious.” The Commodore’s left brow rose significantly as she watched him and, of course, heard him. She couldn’t have cared less about the bedding, but the bow? If looks could kill, she’d have been down an Intel officer. “Regardless…” She sniffed, “I don’t appreciate sleep over parties, let alone co-ed ones. People tend to talk, I tend to get irritated, Starfleet tends to raise eyebrows. I think you catch my drift.” Her eyes followed him as he steadily marched around with his tricorder.


“Considering the fact that this mission is hardly a conventional Starfleet away mission, I think Starfleet will get over it.” He retorted and looked over his shoulder, “Besides… Who’s gonna raise more eyebrows standing guard within your quarters? The Intel officer you can hardly stand, or the Chief Engineer who everyone knows you have a crush on?”

Rochelle almost choked, “I hardly have a crush on anyone, Commander.” She hissed his rank, folding her arms over her chest as she met his eyes. “Dahe’el is a highly qualified officer in whatever capacity I choose for him, but…” She shrugged, “either you, or Security… And given your pension for making people disappear… You win.” Conceding the point to him tasted bitter, it likely always would. Admiral Archer’s only son, however, was an adept and astute agent, even if he was unconventional in his approach. She knew she was lucky to have him serving the Vindicator and not against her.

He didn’t bother to acknowledge her response, gloating inwardly instead as he continued to scan the far wall up and down. “So uh… Skipper,” Archer finally piped up, his mouth quirking into a wild grin, “Is it true what they say about Cardassians? Do they really have two penises?”

No sooner did the question fly out of the shameless Commander’s mouth, did Rochelle’s jaw drop and she see red. A thousand nasty insults and ass chewing responses bubbled over her tongue, but tired and vexed as she was they simply couldn’t rise to the occasion quite as fast as it took for her hand to shoot out, grab a nearby vase, and wind up for the pitch. “Fuck you, Archer!” She barked as it left her fingers and she spun contritely on her heels, marching to the sanctity of her bed chamber. The door slammed before she could see, or hear, if she’d hit her mark.

James continued scanning as he ducked his head to one side and the vase shattered as it slammed into the wall in front of him, “I guess that’s a yes.” He chuckled to himself.

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Commodore Rochelle Ivanova
Commanding Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC 78213-E

Commander James Archer
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC 78213-E

 

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