Sorry Guest! Canon line was, "I've had it up to here with destiny." I can't send you a prize! LOL :)
This one was written for a 'set in season one' challenge. Enjoy! And thanks for the reviews!
Title: Make Yourself at Home
Bill invited the President to his quarters for their scheduled meeting. The Wardroom was too neutral; he needed some home ground advantage.
He waited in his chair; his father's solid hardwood desk separating it and the carefully placed visitor's chair opposite.
An array of beverages, which had been delivered earlier, was set out on a polished silver tray. His decanter of Aerilon whiskey was hidden in the bottom cabinet of the drinks' cart.
She eventually arrived, late, laden with an armful of folders.
She flashed him a harried smile, and then, much to his dismay, walked over and dropped the files upon the trunk which he used as a coffee table cum footrest.
"Commander, I think we need to review this problem with the Zephyr first," she started, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it over the back of the couch.
He sat, stunned. She was not following the rules of his well-thought-out preparation.
Opening one of the folders, she threw him a look over her shoulder.
"Commander?"
It would seem churlish to remain where he was, so he slowly made his way to the couch – and stared.
She had sunk into the dark leather. The angle that she sat was causing her skirt to creep up and her blouse to gape almost inappropriately. Her feet were bare. Her toes twisted into the lush pile of his Libran rug.
She jumped up when someone knocked on the hatch, directing the Private to place his delivery of a dinner tray beside her pile of folders.
"I've been meeting with the Gemonese all day, and never had time to eat."
He hovered beside her, wanting to follow the young crewman out the hatch just to double check it really had Commanding Officer printed on it.
"Join me?"
Sighing, he supposed he would.