"Karina!" T'Prell hissed, trying to push the very insistent Romulan off her. "We are not having sex in a hallway!" She glanced up, purple contacts filled with mischief.
"What? Why not? It's an empty hallway," Karina said, and went back to trying to pull her shirt off. The Vulcan pushed her hands away.
"Do I really need to tell you how illogical this is?"
"Perhaps you should." She yanked at the shirt again. "Jesus, wear looser shirts, would you? Wait. I take that back. Don't. Aha!" she exclaimed, having managed to pull the shirt over T'Prell's head. The Vulcan looked distinctly ruffled, standing in her undershirt with her brown hair fluffed around her face.
"Karina, give me my shirt back."
"No," she said with a grin, holding it over her head.
"Give it back. That's an order."
"Is it now? You're off duty, T'Prell." The Vulcan huffed through her nose, nostrils flaring.
"I'm still your Captain."
"Not in the bedroom," Karina teased in a sing-song voice.
"We are not in a bedroom," T'Prell growled, reaching for her shirt. She cursed the fact that she was shorter than the infuriating Romulan.
"So? Oh, hey Valdyr," Karina called down the hall. T'Prell put her head in her hands.
"Hey, Karin—uh…do I want to know what you two are doing?" the Klingon asked, staring at them with a mildly disgusted look on his face.
"I took her shirt, and now she wants it back," Karina informed him solemnly. Valdyr shook his head.
"I'm going to leave now. And go to my quarters with my eyes closed. Honestly, you're the second couple I've seen about to make out." He grimaced and walked away.
"Aw, you don't want a show?" Karina called after him; T'Prell took advantage of her distraction and grabbed her shirt back. "Wha—T'Prell! No fair!"
"Now, if you will excuse me," the Vulcan said stiffly after putting it on, ignoring her, "I would like to sleep."
"With me?"
"If you are implying sexual intercourse, no." They were walking down the hall now, Karina's voice carrying as it usually did. T'Prell hoped nobody would work out what they were talking about.
"Oh yeah? Well, I can do something that should arouse you greatly!" Karina declared. So much for that.
"Which is…?" T'Prell questioned, deciding to humor her. It would probably be something silly anyway.
"I bet I can take off your bra with one hand!"
T'Prell glanced over her shoulder, shooting her a very unimpressed look.
"Aren't you aroused?" Karina asked, waggling her eyebrows.
"No."
"But I haven't even gotten to try it!" the First Officer whined. T'Prell had thankfully come to her quarters, but as she passed through the doors, she heard a growl and then 120 pounds of solid Romulan crashed into her.
"Karina S'Tarleya Sienae Ayel!" T'Prell snarled, her voice sharp with anger. "Get off of me this instant!" Karina, who had been trying to pull T'Prell's hair out of its ponytail, stopped for a moment.
"You know my middle names?" she asked, sounding interested. "Nobody's ever been able to say them that fast before!"
"Karina," T'Prell growled in warning. Karina hummed lightly and resumed her task of pulling down the Captain's hair. Then, when she leaned to the desk to put the hair tie on it, knowing how the Vulcan despised losing things, T'Prell wriggled out of her grasp and rolled them over.
"Hey!" Karina moaned, now pinned to the floor.
"You're very disobedient, Karina," she said in a dangerous voice. The Romulan's eyes widened.
"Um…I love you?" she tried.
"I love you too," T'Prell replied casually, "but did you know, I can take your bra off with my teeth?"