* Dylan. Yeah, I ran out of flashy intros*
"Okay, Dylan, calm down! That's an order!" hmmmm . . .I think I'm losing it. Ordering myself to calm down. That's got to be a new one. Oh well, I was actually going through with asking Beka Valentine to dinner. I think I may be certifiable. Oh well, no time to back out now. "Come in." It took all the will power I had not to drop my jaw at her in that dress. Plain black, no frills, kinda like her. Short skirt, neck line just above the collar bones and high, sleeveless arms. What it lacked in frills, it gained in the, what was it?, oh yeah, walking heart attack department.
"So, do I get to sit down or are you going to stare at me all night?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh yeah, right, sitting." 'Are you sure you can in that?!?!?!' my mind screamed. Being the gentleman that I am, I pulled out the chair for her and offered wine. She accepted and so began a pleasent evening.
*Several glasses later. . .*
What can I say, a little wine goes a long way. We had moved to the couch and had actually become quite loose in our conversations, drifting from 'the good ol' days' to family. We were laughing quite hard a story from Harper's early days on the Maru when we just kinda stopped and the silence took over. I don't know why, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I guess I had become preoccupied with trying to keep the 'nasty' thoughts about what I would like to do to that dress out of my head.
"Soooooo . . . . ." she said slowly.
"I have no idea. I think we covered 300 years of history in about 4 1/2 hours," I said with a smile.
"Not bad," she said with a little nod of her head. "Wait, 4 1/2 hours!?!?!?!
"Shit, I gotta let Trance get some sleep!" she said, not really realizing that she had sworn as she jumped up off the couch.
"I'll walk you there," I said as I got up. She came over and used me as support to put her shoes back on.
"Why? You're just gonna have to walk back here." She slurred slightly. Hmmm . . If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was a little toasted for the night. "Yeah I know, but I like the walk, and the company."
"Honey dripper," she whispered as she stood up.
"That's me," I said quietly as we drifted a little closer to each other. She started to laugh and I silenced her with a kiss. I don't know why I did it, I don't even know where it came from!! I wish I could keep my thoughts and actions co-ordinated today!!! She didn't seem to mind, mind you. I mean, she didn't try and kill me or anything, she just kinda let it happen. We slowly pulled apart.
"I think I'd like that," she said quietly.
"Like what?" I asked like an idot. Beka leaned over to my ear.
"Your line is," she whispered, "Oh good, I'm glad you're going to let me walk you home."
"Oh good, I'm glad you're going to let me walk you home," I repeated. "Good?"
"Very," she said as she took my arm and we left. We were silent on the way to the Maru, just enjoying one anothers company. I was still reeling with my good luck today. Two LARGE faux pas and I was still standing. I've seen her deck guys for less . . .
"Thank you Dylan," she said when we got to her place.
"You're welcome Beka," I said. "Good night." I turned to leave.
"Dylan?" she asked.
"Yeah?" I said as I came over and was returned my earlier favour.
"Good night," she said as she disappeared into her quarters with a smile on her face. Hmmm . . . maybe things are beginning to look up. I thought to myself as I floated home.
*Beka*
"Trance, wake up and go home," I said as I walked into my quarters.
"What?" she asked sleepily.
"Wake up and go home," I said again.
"Ok. Bye Beka," Trance said as she left.
"Bye Trance," I said as I led her to the door. I peaked in on Cassie, who was dead to the world and then dragged myself to the shower. My mind is still reeling from what happened tonight. Maybe it was the wine, I mean it WAS over 300 years old and it was a really good wine. I turned the shower in and stood in it, hoping the pounding water would remove some of the alcoholic fog from my brain. After about an hour and several fantasies about a certian High Gaurd captain later, it had pretty much worked. I slid into some pyjamas and into bed, almost forgetting about the small person next to me and drifted off.
*The nomadic hungoverus alotus has entered the room Tyr*
As Captain Hunt and captain Valentine entered the mess the next morning, it was quite apparent that things had either gone very well or very poorly.
"Tread careflully," Harper said, "For I see the nomadic tribe of the hungoverus alotus entering the room." Trance simply giggled like usual and I moved away from them.
"I take it that you may have over indulged last night," I said to Hunt as I walked over to him.
"Tyr, please be respectful of the walking dead and stop yelling," he said quietly as he sat down with a cup of coffee . I smiled to myself as Hunt and Valentine sat down. They had indulged greatly last night and were paying. I am disappointed that she has chosen him as a potential mate instead of me simply
because she has the position of female alpha on the Andromeda. I do believe that I will keep an eye on things, just to make sure that she is treated with the care and respect that she deserves. I think I'll keep an eye on Cassidie as well. There have been times that I have wanted to forsake rebuilding the Kodiac
pride so I would have a half decent chance at pursuing Beka's affections. Then again, after having seen her inability to commit in a relationship again and again, I have doubts that she would not last with me since mating is marriage.
"Okay, Dylan, calm down! That's an order!" hmmmm . . .I think I'm losing it. Ordering myself to calm down. That's got to be a new one. Oh well, I was actually going through with asking Beka Valentine to dinner. I think I may be certifiable. Oh well, no time to back out now. "Come in." It took all the will power I had not to drop my jaw at her in that dress. Plain black, no frills, kinda like her. Short skirt, neck line just above the collar bones and high, sleeveless arms. What it lacked in frills, it gained in the, what was it?, oh yeah, walking heart attack department.
"So, do I get to sit down or are you going to stare at me all night?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh yeah, right, sitting." 'Are you sure you can in that?!?!?!' my mind screamed. Being the gentleman that I am, I pulled out the chair for her and offered wine. She accepted and so began a pleasent evening.
*Several glasses later. . .*
What can I say, a little wine goes a long way. We had moved to the couch and had actually become quite loose in our conversations, drifting from 'the good ol' days' to family. We were laughing quite hard a story from Harper's early days on the Maru when we just kinda stopped and the silence took over. I don't know why, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I guess I had become preoccupied with trying to keep the 'nasty' thoughts about what I would like to do to that dress out of my head.
"Soooooo . . . . ." she said slowly.
"I have no idea. I think we covered 300 years of history in about 4 1/2 hours," I said with a smile.
"Not bad," she said with a little nod of her head. "Wait, 4 1/2 hours!?!?!?!
"Shit, I gotta let Trance get some sleep!" she said, not really realizing that she had sworn as she jumped up off the couch.
"I'll walk you there," I said as I got up. She came over and used me as support to put her shoes back on.
"Why? You're just gonna have to walk back here." She slurred slightly. Hmmm . . If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was a little toasted for the night. "Yeah I know, but I like the walk, and the company."
"Honey dripper," she whispered as she stood up.
"That's me," I said quietly as we drifted a little closer to each other. She started to laugh and I silenced her with a kiss. I don't know why I did it, I don't even know where it came from!! I wish I could keep my thoughts and actions co-ordinated today!!! She didn't seem to mind, mind you. I mean, she didn't try and kill me or anything, she just kinda let it happen. We slowly pulled apart.
"I think I'd like that," she said quietly.
"Like what?" I asked like an idot. Beka leaned over to my ear.
"Your line is," she whispered, "Oh good, I'm glad you're going to let me walk you home."
"Oh good, I'm glad you're going to let me walk you home," I repeated. "Good?"
"Very," she said as she took my arm and we left. We were silent on the way to the Maru, just enjoying one anothers company. I was still reeling with my good luck today. Two LARGE faux pas and I was still standing. I've seen her deck guys for less . . .
"Thank you Dylan," she said when we got to her place.
"You're welcome Beka," I said. "Good night." I turned to leave.
"Dylan?" she asked.
"Yeah?" I said as I came over and was returned my earlier favour.
"Good night," she said as she disappeared into her quarters with a smile on her face. Hmmm . . . maybe things are beginning to look up. I thought to myself as I floated home.
*Beka*
"Trance, wake up and go home," I said as I walked into my quarters.
"What?" she asked sleepily.
"Wake up and go home," I said again.
"Ok. Bye Beka," Trance said as she left.
"Bye Trance," I said as I led her to the door. I peaked in on Cassie, who was dead to the world and then dragged myself to the shower. My mind is still reeling from what happened tonight. Maybe it was the wine, I mean it WAS over 300 years old and it was a really good wine. I turned the shower in and stood in it, hoping the pounding water would remove some of the alcoholic fog from my brain. After about an hour and several fantasies about a certian High Gaurd captain later, it had pretty much worked. I slid into some pyjamas and into bed, almost forgetting about the small person next to me and drifted off.
*The nomadic hungoverus alotus has entered the room Tyr*
As Captain Hunt and captain Valentine entered the mess the next morning, it was quite apparent that things had either gone very well or very poorly.
"Tread careflully," Harper said, "For I see the nomadic tribe of the hungoverus alotus entering the room." Trance simply giggled like usual and I moved away from them.
"I take it that you may have over indulged last night," I said to Hunt as I walked over to him.
"Tyr, please be respectful of the walking dead and stop yelling," he said quietly as he sat down with a cup of coffee . I smiled to myself as Hunt and Valentine sat down. They had indulged greatly last night and were paying. I am disappointed that she has chosen him as a potential mate instead of me simply
because she has the position of female alpha on the Andromeda. I do believe that I will keep an eye on things, just to make sure that she is treated with the care and respect that she deserves. I think I'll keep an eye on Cassidie as well. There have been times that I have wanted to forsake rebuilding the Kodiac
pride so I would have a half decent chance at pursuing Beka's affections. Then again, after having seen her inability to commit in a relationship again and again, I have doubts that she would not last with me since mating is marriage.
