"Not Your Typical ... Log"

[Guest Laarell]

"Not Your Typical ... Log"

John Kroells and Lt. Laarell Teykier

March 27, 23--

 

Laarell smiled as the final customer left Mog's. Ensign Segami was off on his adventure in the holosuite, and she was on her own with John.

 

Given the lack of customers, and the fact that his business partner had already left, John pulled out a bottle of spiced rum and poured himself a shot.

 

"Drinking on the job, eh?" she asked, faux shock reigning in her voice. "Good policy, but operations officers are encouraged to refrain from it lest they reply to a hail in a less than diplomatic fashion."

 

He gave her a smile as he and the captain went sailing. "How much have you had?"

 

"Not enough."

 

"I'm somewhat surprised you hold it as well as you do." He poured two shots this time.

 

"I grew up on the homeworld of bloodwine," she remarked, exposing her perfect white teeth as she smiled. "I can hold anything."

 

He raised a brow, as he took a shot. "You can now?"

 

"Indeed..." Her smile grew more content with every sip. "What about you?"

 

"I grew up on Earth, nothing spectacular. I spent a while on a ship, after that I just floated around before running into Mog again."

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Teykier nodded. "Anchored to Qo'NoS until my late teens. Daughter of a diplomatic. Not a slave."

 

He took another shot. "Thought as much. You're much too ... headstrong to have been a slave at any point."

 

"I'll take that as a compliment." She downed her own glass and started pouring another. "I'd not have been a good slave from the standpoint that I'd have killed any man who touched me without my approval," she said jokingly.

 

He looked up, to no one in particular as he let out an alcohol laced breath. "Feisty one ain't she boys?"

 

"Feisty. I like the sound of that. It suits me." She flirtatiously played with a strand of her hair as she spoke.

 

He gave her a toothy grin. "To bad I can't make a nickname of it."

 

"Do I need a nickname?" She thought of one she received back at the academy. Back in her wilder days...

 

"Well l... I do give most of my conquests nicknames. Easier to remember then names." He gave her a smirk as he took another shot, and leaned in a wee bit.

 

Her eyes narrowed as she moved her own face closer to his as she raised her eyebrows. "Conquest? Perhaps I should kill you now."

 

"That's what they all say." Before she could respond he moved in, locking with her lips in a deep sultry kiss.

 

Laarell met the kiss full force before pulling back suddenly. "This isn't right," she said, looking down. "I feel like I'm using you."

 

He blinked, suddenly confused. "Well now I've heard everything."

 

"I'm not your typical Orion, John."

 

He moved in just a slight bit, trying to gauge her reaction. "I'm not your typical Human, Laarell."

 

Her breath growing ragged, she looked away from Kroells' face before her brown eyes met his again.

 

Her judgment failing, her pheromone suppressant wearing off, and her instincts returning to their feral state, she smiled again. "Then I suppose we're made for one another."

 

He gave her a smirk. "Eh, sure, whatever works for you." He kissed her again.

 

Using her Starfleet-given physical skills, she propelled herself over the counter. "That's more like it," she said. "Maybe I should have worn something more appropriate with my species' slave girl image."

 

The two fell behind the bar, several bottles knocking over making loud smashing sounds. John quickly looked up to her. "I'm sure we can fix that."

 

"A man after my own heart..." she muttered breathlessly.

 

//***CENSORED***//

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[D'Mysus Ramson 0]

You've not lived untill you've kissed an Orion. You REALLY haven't lived untill you've kissed one with the sun going nova over your head.

 

Just be carefull or you may fall in love and end up with one of these...::points over at the kiddo he's holding:::

 

 

-Ramson, Starbase Aegis (95'-01')