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| Behind Closed Doors (Scott/Alex) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 5 2011, 04:18 AM (250 Views) | |
| Scott Freeman | May 5 2011, 04:18 AM Post #1 |
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Scott wandered down the hall, noting the lack of activity. They were docked still, and while it was uncertain exactly how safe they were, the ship was running on larger day shifts, and lighter night shifts. Add to this, most of the crew had attended the party tonight, and, as such, were either ending their night praying to the porceline divinities, or enjoying some other drunken crew member's company....or simply passing out alone. Overall, up till now, the night had gone off pretty well. Several potential disastors averted. Miko notably intoxicated. Alex had danced, likely much better than she'd been assuming. Scott smiled, despite the swift knee Miko had thanked his efforts with, he was quite proud of his efforts this evening. He paused, outside of Alex's quarters. She had, after all, invited him. And after having barely convinced her she'd had the wrong idea concerning his hesitation, he was worried not showing up, would give her cause to doubt again. Not, of course, that he was against the thought of coming to visit her more privately. He was aware though, that caution was going to be required, sooner or later. And, he didn't want any of this to hurt Alex. He stopped by the botanics bay, one his way from the Dubliner. A little old fashioned, he knew, and he could have easily replicated one, but somehow, Scott felt the fact the single rose he carried with him, being real, meant something a little more. Without further delay, he lightly tapped the door chime, hoping Alex was still awake, not having succumbed to the alcohol they'd drank all evening... |
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| Alex McDonald | May 5 2011, 04:48 AM Post #2 |
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Absorbed in the movie currently playing, unable to sleep, Alex was curled up in a chair with a bowl of popcorn and a glass of wine for company when the door chime rang out. She glanced at the clock, frowning as she climbed to her feet, setting down the bowl and glass on the table. It was late but then most of the crew was probably still awake. "Come in," she called out, pausing the movie. As the doors began to open she caught her reflection in the mirror and realised she should probably have changed. As soon as she came home she had showered and changed, and she now wore only shorts and a long, lose fitting top with her hair tied back. Hardly a good look, she imagined, or a glamorous one. As her visitor entered, the computer automatically raised the lights, which had been dimmed while the movie had played. She smiled broadly, recognising her guest immediately and noticing the gift he carried. "Hey," she said quietly as he entered. "Are you okay?" |
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| Scott Freeman | May 5 2011, 05:07 AM Post #3 |
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Scott took a few moments to take in the scene before him. Alex apparently had her own large screen viewer, and was in the midst of watching something on it. Popcorn, and a glass of wine, suggested recreational viewing. The other thing he'd noticed, was the fact she'd shedded the breath taking dress she'd been wearing, in favor of....well, not much. She looked, probably, the most relaxed he'd seen her yet. He handed the rose to her, smiling. "I'm fine. The walk to the botanics bay helped, though a glass of your wine, and someplace comfortable to sit for a while, added to the attractive company, would probably go a long way towards finishing the healing process." Scott reached his hand out, tossling her hair a little, and grinned. "That is, of course, if that offer to join you is still open? If not, I'm sure I can rouse the rest of the senior officers, with some drunken ballads, as I take the long way back to my quarters. Course, I think, my singing, even on this ship, is likely to have me thrown out an airlock...." He shook his head, still grinning. "Dreadful noise. Never could get a handle on the whole singing thing. A klingon once told me it sounded like a dieing targ." |
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| Alex McDonald | May 5 2011, 02:26 PM Post #4 |
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“Far be it for me to inflict such torture on the crew,” the science officer teased with a good natured smile, accepting the rose. Mindful of the thorns, she held it close, breathing in the sweet scent. It had been so long since she had been given a real rose, and as gifts went, it was definitely a good choice. Although she suspected he already knew that. Stepping back a little, she gestured to the sofa. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll get another glass,” she told him as she headed for the replicator. Less than a minute later she was kneeling on the floor, pouring him a glass of wine and refilling her own. As she set the bottle down, she realised she had drank more than enough of it on her own by the look of things. “You did good tonight,” she told him, handing over his drink. “As for the singing, I’ll reserve judgement until I’ve heard it for myself. You did make me dance after all so it’s only fair.” As she spoke, she laughed at his expression. Wondering if it was the same as her own when he had first suggested dancing. Climbing to her feet she more fell than sat down on the sofa, and after realising no wine had been harmed due to her clumsiness, she grinned. “See, this is why I don’t do dancing. It’s a health hazard.” He was looking at her in a way that made her wonder exactly what he was thinking, so she turned his attention towards the viewer. “We don’t have to keep watching this movie,” she assured him, her tone now apologetic, “it’s actually one of the worst films I’ve ever seen but in a so bad it’s good kind of way. Mega Shark something or other... Anyway, you can pick something else. And help yourself to some popcorn.” |
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| Scott Freeman | May 5 2011, 04:38 PM Post #5 |
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Scott watched her with some interest, possibly a bit more obvious than normal, though in fairness, he had been doing some driniking tonight. He watched her move, his eyes subconsciously mapping out her movements, her relaxed body language, and the curves of her body. She liked the rose. Her expression made that fairly clear. And it certainly seemed the invite to join her was still open. He took his seat, when offered, noting the couch was pretty comfortable. She'd either brought it on board from a previous assignment, or had it replicated, since it wasn't the same style of couch he had in his quarters, when he'd arrived on board. He took the glass of wine, then grimaced, as she suggested the possibility of making him sing. Alex's balance seemed to be a little off, as she fell, more than sat. Scott was quick to move to catch her, and grinned, noting neither of them had spilled any wine. "The difference, Alex, is everyone, yourself included, enjoyed your dancing tonight. Unless we're being boarded by hostiles again, I can't see a point in making me sing." He left his arm around her, after having caught her stumble. "Besides, you did much better than you claimed to be able to do, as far as the dancing. We'll have to do it again." He glanced at the screen, as she told him about the movie, and then shrugged. "It's already on, no reason to change it now. Might as well finish watching it. Besides, sharks? I bet someone gets eaten in the next five minutes. Those things are always hungry. You should see one of the holodeck progranms I've got, sometime." He made a quick biting motion, directed near her face, grinning, then kissed her, teasing with lightly biting herm lip. |
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| Alex McDonald | May 6 2011, 04:25 PM Post #6 |
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Completely unexpected, the kiss caught her by surprise. Knowing that he didn’t believe her enough to know the wise choice would be to pick another movie, she had almost collapsed into a fit of laughter at his shark impression. As the kiss ended, she made no attempt to distance herself from him, instead she grinned, shaking her head slightly. Definitely too much wine, she realised, resisting the temptation to kiss him back. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, especially right now, yet there was a voice in the back of her mind warning her that this wasn’t a good situation to be in. Not when they had both been drinking. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she whispered, before adding aloud, “computer, play movie.” Immediately the lights dimmed to a low level as the film resumed. Curling up on the seat, her long legs tucked under her, they soon discovered his prediction of a victim within five minutes was overly optimistic. As overdone as the acting and the cringe-worthy special effects. But at least she wasn’t being tortured alone. “If I hadn’t left tonight,” she began, nursing the last few drops or wine in her glass, “or tried to... what would you have done? Or if I had left and not ran into my biggest crazy stalker.” He hesitated for a moment and she looked up at him, “cos you seemed a little distant, a little worried. Which is why I thought... Anyway, you said I had it wrong. So, educate me.” |
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| Scott Freeman | May 10 2011, 01:27 AM Post #7 |
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Scott smiled, not his well known grin that signified his normal brand of mischief, but a rather warm, and genuine smile, as she laughed, noting she had a very pleasant laugh, and very pleasant smile. He also noted, since she hadn't moved, but rather curled up close to him, that she was rather warm. Had a few drinks tonight did we, Scotty me boy? Careful, word gets out you've got romantic notions, and no one will ever take you seriously again. The thought floated around for a time, as the movie resumed. Indeed, it took less than two minutes, instead of the five he'd predicted. Still, somewhat predictable. Shoddy special effects. Poor, at best, acting, and plot. Typical early twenty first century low budget film. He actually had several holodeck programs designed to simulate the genre. For some reason, they seemed to fetch a high price. Then, it began. The questioning. Alcohol or not, Alex was a scientist, and that meant, by nature, an inquisitive mind. Always looking to solve questions. Always searching for answers. He supposed, despite his decided lack of affinity or interest in sciences, they shared that desire for answers. He sighed, about as over-dramatically as the movie they were watching. Then he wrapped both arms tight around her, each move played out to mimic the over-acting they'd subjected themselves to. He couldn't help it. He laughed. "Alex, in case you didn't notice, from my whole reputation, and how I act, the stunts I pull, my personal reputation is not of any great importance to me. As a matter of fact, the more infamy I gain, the closer I get to satisfying a life long goal." He guessed that last part wouldn't make a great deal of sense, though sooner or later, that part of Scott's life was bound to rear it's ugly head. It always did, sooner or later. "You, on the other hand, could serve out your sentence on this ship of the damned, keep your head down, get some decent reviews from myself and the captain, and be off to a real ship, and a normal Starfleet crew. And a career." He paused, letting what he was saying sink in, before he continued. "I know you said you don't care what people think or say, Alex, but that's here. And I was trying to think about what happens after here. I don't want to be the reason your career never became what it could become." |
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| Alex McDonald | May 10 2011, 03:38 PM Post #8 |
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Ship of the damned... Although she did not truly believe it, Alex couldn’t help but smile at the description of the Renaissance and her crew. Yet if they were beyond hope, Starfleet wouldn’t have bothered assigning anyone to this crew. They would all be carving out new careers somewhere or doing heaven knew what. Resisting the temptation to interrupt, or to ask what that life-long goal was, she sat in silence as he held her close. When he had finished speaking she didn’t answer immediately. Her career. The future. Her Boston knight. Protecting her honour, saving her from this fate. “Please don’t,” she began quietly, shaking her head as she turned to face him. Behind her, a shrill scream momentarily broke her chain of thought. She frowned, trying to think. Not quite sure if she should be charmed or offended by his concern for her future. But it was unnecessary. “You are starting to sound like a Dear John letter. I don’t want a knight in shining armour. I can take care of myself and if I wanted a career, I’d have resigned from Starfleet before I even finished the Academy.” She hesitated a moment. “Whatever you want to decide, protecting me, isn’t an issue.” |
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| Scott Freeman | May 11 2011, 01:02 AM Post #9 |
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Scott smiled, almost laughed, too. "Just as well, I suppose. I think my armor might be a bit too tarnished to qualify as shining, at this point. But you're wrong about something Alex. Protecting you is an issue. Not because you need it or not. We've sparred, you're ...capable." He grinned, and winked playfully. "We've talked, you're intelligent." Scott shrugged, as if those were relatively unimportant factors in the overall scheme of things. "And not because it's part of my job, as your senior officer, to do so either, because, well, on this ship, it's amazing half the people that do their jobs, actually decide to show up for their shifts." Scott shook his head, turning in time to notice the giant shark, or the sloppy attempt to create one, at any rate, bit the back section of an old Earth sailing ship clean off. "Protecting you is an issue, Alex, because I want to protect you. Because it's past time that someone was watching your back, and keeping you safe." Scott realized, as he was saying all of this, that it might be coming off as a little more than she was prepared to handle. He had that covered too. He grinned impishly. "And trust me? Watching your back isn't such a bad thing." |
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| Alex McDonald | May 11 2011, 01:54 PM Post #10 |
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As he finished speaking, Alex grinned as she shook her head. “Capable, intelligent...” she murmoured, appearing to ponder his words carefully before adding in a teasing tone, “clearly you have had far too much to drink tonight.” Refilling her wine glass she glanced up at the movie, which was in contention for the award of worst film she had ever seen, and took a long drink before she settled back down beside him. They watched the movie in silence for a few minutes before she glanced up at him. “Thank you.” At his somewhat confused expression she smiled, “for wanting to be my knight in maybe less than totally shining armour. But don’t let worrying about my future make your decisions for you. “ As she spoke she shrugged, scooping up a handful of popcorn. |
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| Scott Freeman | May 12 2011, 12:57 AM Post #11 |
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Scott feigned a hurt look, when she mentioned he'd had too much to drink tonight. Sure, he had a decent buzz, but...then again, she was kidding. So he returned it with his look. It was one of the things he found refreshing about Alex. Her playfulness. That carried over into enjoying his playfulness also. Though, obviously, they would need to work on communication a bit more. As she went to refill her glass, Scott held his out also, as it was nearing empty. He took the moment to glance back at the movie, and grimace. They could, no, should, have found a better movie to watch. The acting was, at best, deplorable. The special effects were even worse. And the entire plot evolved around a gigantic, supposedly extinct, shark, eating....well...everything. She settled back, and he put his arm around her again. It felt somehow very good, to simply be sitting here. Nothing wild and crazy. Nothing intense. Relaxing. Calm. And he'd managed to sink into the calm, somehow still watching the movie, when out of no where, she thanked him. It must have showed on his face, that it had caught him by surprise, because she went on to explain what she was thanking him for, and to further explain he needed allow his concerns about her future, to guide his thinking. Like that was gonna happen... He thought dryily. He sipped his wine, looking at her, now, not the screen, and then set his glass down, and took hers, placing it next to his own. Without saying a word, Scott simply wrapped both his arms around her, and leaned back, into a partially reclined position, allowing her to adjust to a more comfortable position also. She was right. They had both done some drinking. He smiled, thinking about his 'shining' armor, as he settled into a position that was far too comfortable. He noted, somewhere in the back of his mind, that while Alex seemed to have cleaned up, and smelled fairly nice, that he likely smelled mostly like cheap champagne. They'd both been drinking. It could wait. |
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| Alex McDonald | May 12 2011, 03:18 AM Post #12 |
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"I said you had had enough to drink," Alex pouted as her wine glass was suddenly out of her hand and sitting on the table. She wasn't angry though, or annoyed and the pout disappeared in an instant as she laughed. Without a protest, she let him wrap his arms around her and as he settled in to watch the rest of the movie she leaned against him, her legs stretched out along the couch. Together they watched the next few scenes play out, each one as impossible and horrific as the last, with a steadily increasing body count. Though naturally the young woman with the skimpy bikini would make it all the way to the end. It was beyond bad. Closing her eyes she rested her head against his chest. "Next time," she whispered, tiredness catching up with her now that she was cradled in his arms to the point where her eyes refused to open again, "you pick the movie." |
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| Scott Freeman | May 16 2011, 05:14 PM Post #13 |
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Scott smiled as she pouted, though the pout became a soft laugh rather quickly. It was obvious Alex was feeling both the alcohol, and natural tiredness. Scott could sympathise. It had been a full day, full of all kinds of excitement, and he overall, considered it a success. Alex didn't make any effort to disentangle herself from his arms, and instead, proceeded to make herself more comfortable, stretching out, and relaxing. Scott realized he was pretty much committed to being here, and watching the last few scenes in what Alex had correctly labeled a bad movie. Though, perhaps bad, did not sufficiently give it it's due diligence. He smiled, at her suggestion that next time he was to decide their movie watching fate. At the very least, he could hardly do worse, in the selection process. Alex's comments, however, seemed to come as her will to stay awake abandoned her. Scott considered, for a moment, putting the lovely young woman curled up in his arms into her bed, and returning to his own. The thought died in the process of forming. Not only did Alex not seem interested in being moved, if she slept through the move, and woke to find him gone, her doubts would simply be reinforced. And, to be honest, he was pretty comfortable, and had no desire at this moment, to not conclude the night, just as they were. "Good night, Alex. Thanks for dancing with me tonight." He whispered softly, before informing the comupter to shut off the movie, and the lights. |
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