After the Admiral's Tirade

[Capt Ayers 0]

Nick frowns as he watches Ethan walk down the hall accompanied by Muon and the others. Privately he curses the Admiral. If the Admiral was going to be asinine enough to get mad enough at Ethan to put her under arrest for carrying out his orders he at least could have let her remain confined to quarters instead of the brig.

 

He hesitates a moment then says in her mind {{Wait...}}} She stops and glances at him. He follows her and stops before her. He brings a hand up to frame her face as he leans in and kisses her briefly. {{Since the proverbial cat is already out of the bag...}}

 

She pauses briefly, her eyes unfocused for a moment. Then she smirks slightly, puts her arms around his neck and returns the kiss in much more than 'brief' style. After several seconds, she steps back, and a moment later frowns. "You're supposed to be taking it easy! Go lay back down! Or I'll have Muon get someone to sit on you." And with that, she turns again, and follows the security personnel towards the turbolift.

 

He mentally smirks {{You tell me to take it easy and yet you kiss me in such a way as to make me think that it would be a very good idea to lead you back to our quarters and lock the door behind us whether Muon and the others objected or not. Make up your mind there, love.}}

 

He watches her leave with the others. He sighs quietly as the turbolift doors close, cutting her off from view. He returns to their quarters and moves to lay down on the couch again. He reaches to turn the computer display towards him and calls up the station logs from the last day or so. He murmurs "Sorry, Admiral, you crossed the line when you called her a wench, whether she is my wife or not. So lets see how much you're going to like me using that as leverage." As he murmurs that the flush of anger that he had felt when the Admiral had originally made the disparaging remark comes roaring back. The only thing that had saved the Admiral from Nick decking him for that was Ethan slapping him first...that and that Nick knows he wouldn't have been able to put any real strength into the action. Which would have robbed it of any actual satisfaction.

 

As he reads through the reports he stifles a yawn. He glances at the door to their bedroom and frowns slightly. He knows she's right, he needs to rest and he knows what he should do is go take a quick shower and crawl into bed afterwards and fall asleep. And yet he won't...can't..at least not yet. Maybe when he's tired enough that he can't keep himself awake. Since she had returned from Vulcan there hadn't been a night where they slept apart..well except for the night before the day she proposed to him. He had gotten thoroughly used to having her there, nestled against him. And it was quite annoying that the Admiral decided to interfere in that by being churlish.