"Battle stations! Battle stations! All crew, man your battle stations."
Andromeda's voice echoed through her halls sending the new crew running to
their designated stations. Dylan and Rommie casually strolled hand in hand
along the corridors watching the soldiers darting past them. "So how's the
crew treating you?" He looked down at Rommie after observing the pounding
as the last crewman's feet hit the floor. "Fine, for the most part." Rommie
answered then a smile formed on her face "I just can't quite get used to
being called 'ma'am'." Dylan shot her a quizzical look "You should know,
'and I expect that all of my original crew will be respected as senior,
superior officers', remember?" Rommie elaborated. Dylan couldn't help but
laugh, he hadn't thought of that. The thuds of feet hitting the deck
gradually came to an end and Andromeda's hologram formed beside them "All
battle stations manned and ready. Elapsed time: six minutes, twenty-seven
seconds." Dylan stood still, it was worse than he expected. "That bad?"
Rommie nodded slowly. Even though the crew had trained hard on Mobius, they
definitely were not ready yet. Dylan turned to the hologram "Please
coordinate additional sessions. At least, lets try to get it under five
minutes." Andromeda agreed and flickered out. "All crew stand down. End of
drill." Andromeda's voice filled the entire vessel. Dylan veered back to
Rommie "I miss the old days." Rommie looked a little hurt, slowly she moved
her hand down his chest "Honestly, I don't know if I do." Dylan looked back
at Rommie suddenly realising his mistake "I meant it would be nice to have
a capable crew." They continued on to his quarters discussing the drill.
Upon entering his quarters, Dylan sat down on the couch and poured a glass of water. Rommie stood before him and he noticed that she still looked hurt "You know I didn't mean it like that." Rommie did know that, but the way he said it earlier somehow elicited dire feelings. Then a smirk crept over her lips, she folded her arms in front of her "Prove it." Dylan didn't need a second cue, he gently reached up and pulled Rommie down on the couch beside him. He leaned over her and caught her lips with his, having to use one hand for support, Dylan drew on the other to fervently trace out Rommie's perfect curvature. He continued by unhurriedly unbuttoning each of her uniform straps, toying with each as he did so. As he gently slid the flaps of her top aside he kissed his way down from her mouth over her neck towards her uncovered torso. Rommie leaned back savouring ever touch. But before he could continue Beka broke their peace, her voice coming from the comm. system "Dylan?". "Oh, come on." Surprised at his harsh tone Rommie kindly hushed him, then Beka continued "Now I don't even want to know what you two were up to. Just get up here, the fleets moving out." Beka signed off and Rommie got up quickly fastening her uniform. Dylan couldn't help but smile, looking at Rommie. Granted, he had always seen in Rommie his dearest friend and he knew that she was the one who understood him the most. She also was probably the most beautiful person he had ever seen but until two weeks ago he never really thought that there could be anything more between them. Now here he was and he couldn't possibly imagine his life without her.
After that thought he stood up and took her hand in his and they headed for command.
TBC.
Upon entering his quarters, Dylan sat down on the couch and poured a glass of water. Rommie stood before him and he noticed that she still looked hurt "You know I didn't mean it like that." Rommie did know that, but the way he said it earlier somehow elicited dire feelings. Then a smirk crept over her lips, she folded her arms in front of her "Prove it." Dylan didn't need a second cue, he gently reached up and pulled Rommie down on the couch beside him. He leaned over her and caught her lips with his, having to use one hand for support, Dylan drew on the other to fervently trace out Rommie's perfect curvature. He continued by unhurriedly unbuttoning each of her uniform straps, toying with each as he did so. As he gently slid the flaps of her top aside he kissed his way down from her mouth over her neck towards her uncovered torso. Rommie leaned back savouring ever touch. But before he could continue Beka broke their peace, her voice coming from the comm. system "Dylan?". "Oh, come on." Surprised at his harsh tone Rommie kindly hushed him, then Beka continued "Now I don't even want to know what you two were up to. Just get up here, the fleets moving out." Beka signed off and Rommie got up quickly fastening her uniform. Dylan couldn't help but smile, looking at Rommie. Granted, he had always seen in Rommie his dearest friend and he knew that she was the one who understood him the most. She also was probably the most beautiful person he had ever seen but until two weeks ago he never really thought that there could be anything more between them. Now here he was and he couldn't possibly imagine his life without her.
After that thought he stood up and took her hand in his and they headed for command.
TBC.