"Morning People"

[John Kroells 0]

“Morning People” A Kroells and Teykier production

 

Travis let out a small, sleepy sigh as he rolled over and woke up. He didn't remember his senior quarters being as...large.

 

Laarell was jostled awake by Kroells, yawning as she turned on her side. "What time is it?"

 

He looked over to her, and then to her chronometer. "Uh... 0730"

 

"Mmph," she muttered, sitting up. Even half awake, she was still quite attractive. "I don't go on shift until twelve hundred. Good timing."

 

He watched as the blanket fell from her as he sat up, quickly removing whatever cob webs were left in his brain. "So...what’s the plan for today?"

 

More sex... "Breakfast?"

 

He saw the glimmer in her eyes. "We are going to eat...right?"

 

"Well... you are..."

 

He blinked, and then let a small smile show.

 

"Glad to see you approve," she said, laying back on the bed.

 

He paused for a moment, that too good to be true feeling coming around. "Am I just...oh, what’s a good word for it...Your boy toy?"

 

"Would that be a bad thing?" she asked, genuinely concerned for his sense of self esteem.

 

He let out a small sigh, thinking for a moment. "I don't know...I mean, I really enjoy the whole "In a bed with a naked Orion" scenario...But, I'm thirty years old Laarell. I can't be gallivanting across the galaxy forever you know."

 

"You could always go back into the Fleet, you know."

 

"Being in Starfleet is gallivanting across the galaxy with a dress code."

 

"True, but it gives you a sense of purpose which you desperately need, Travis. Think about it."

 

He gave her a small frown, in this sense, they were polar opposites... "I do have a purpose. I'm the co-owner of a bar which, in about four days had nearly half of it's alcohol consumed. I feel like, for the first time in a long time, that things are going right. I'd like to think you're part of that." He paused, and quirked a smirk. "Besides, I remember you saying that Starfleet wasn't right for me before."

 

"I changed my mind about that. You're part of Starfleet whether you'll admit it or not." She pulled the sheet up around her. "What would it be like for us? Me an ambitious Starfleet officer risking life and limb every time I ship out... you a bartender?"

 

His eyes drifted off a bit, two other women entering his mind. "I..."

 

"You what?"

 

His eyes returned to her. "I...I've lost people to the fleet. You flying out into that...isn't something I like to picture."

 

"What are you saying? Do you not want me to stay in the Fleet?"

 

"No...I really don’t know what I’m saying. Besides, I bet your as eager to leave as I am to join."

 

"That's about right. And I actually think it's good that we're not crewmates. It might make things a little...awkward?"

 

His arm gently trailed along hers. "I suppose. I doubt Corizon would appreciate me tearing you from your station in a lustful frenzy."

 

"No, he wouldn't," she said, smiling. "But that lustful frenzy part..."

 

He smirked, and pulled her into a deep kiss, that sultry dance starting all over.