Getting Ready to Depart

[Cmdr Ridire 0]

Aidan is deciding whether or not to ask Deb why she hadn't gotten around to packing as he proceeds to do her packing for her. Though chances are half of what he chose will end up back in the closet and dresser once she shows up. He shakes his head slightly, deciding not to ask her. He knows that she wouldn't have delayed their shore leave on purpose so he decides to cut her a little slack on it. Aidan finishes packing a couple slacks for Deb then turns his attention to her bathing suits. He hesitates, wondering if he should leave those to her along with her unmentionables. And that's when the door behind him opens and Deb steps in.

 

 

She wasn't in the best of moods when she finally got back to her quarters. It had only been a few minutes since her meeting with Simon Ljungberg. She was not only annoyed by his insolent attitude, she was terribly disappointed in him. He'd made remarkable progress since returning to the Reaent. She now feared he was slipping back into his old behavior patterns. To add insult to injury, she was about to start a much needed vacation with her husband on Risa. Simon's attitude was the last thing she wanted to concern herself with at this particular time.

 

It didn't help that she was late. She was pretty sure Aidan was all packed while her bag sat empty on the foot of the bed. She hurried into their quarters hoping he hadn't arrived yet. She stopped short as she stepped into the bedroom and couldn't help but smile. There was her husband, holding a couple of her bathing suits, one in each hand, apparently pondering which of them he should pack for her.

 

"I'll take both of them," she said with a chuckle. She walked over to the bed and peeked inside her bag. Aidan had already put a few things in. She nodded approvingly and walked over to the closet. "As a matter of fact, there is a red suit in that drawer as well. I'd like to take that one too."

 

Hurrying to the closet, she surveyed her limited wardrobe and then pulled a few blouses off their hangers. Tossing them on the bed, she returned to grab four or five pair of shorts and a couple of pair of shoes. "Thanks for helping me pack. I'm sorry I'm running late. I'll explain why later. Are we going anywhere fancy?" she asked, taking a dress off the rack. It was the one Aidan bought her for Christmas while they were on their honeymoon. Before he had a chance to answer, she glanced in his direction and grinned mischievously. "And don't forget to put some of my underwear in the bag."

 

He steps over to the indicated drawer and retrieves the red suit she mentioned. He steps up to her and kisses her below her left ear. He murmurs, "Apology accepted but you don't need to explain why. Let's just focus on our vacation, love. And we're going someplace private but we may end up going to a fancy place or two if you want." Stepping over to the bed, he folds up her red suit and carefully places it in her bag. He smirks and glances over his shoulder at her. With a trace of mischievousness he says "And you can handle packing your underwear. Not like I know what you want to wear and not really my area of....interest."

 

She laughed at his last remark. "No," she teased playfully. "You're not interested in that sort of thing." She took the dress out of the closet, leaving it on the hanger, then returned for the matching shoes. Walking to the dresser, she grabbed a handful of undies and a couple of nighties and quickly stuffed them in the bag.

 

Deb was already feeling better. Aidan's suggestion that they focus on their vacation was a sound idea. For the moment, she concentrated on packing the remainder of the items on the bed while wondering what they were going to look like when she took them out of the bag. As she closed the bag, she turned to find Aidan waiting patiently by the door. "By the way," she said, picking up the dress off the bed and laying it carefully over a nearby chair. "Where exactly on Risa are we going?"

 

He smiles and shrugs, "Oh, just a small private resort I happen to know of that's a distance from all the tourist areas. Unless you want some place more touristy and public? I just kind of figured we'd want our time to be our own." His smile turns to a smirk at the last. He slips his arm around her waist as she steps up to him. "Also, I saw to it that we have a shuttle reserved for us. Knowing this crew there will be a stampede for the transporter padds. Anyway, I figure we can get some sunbathing, swimming and perhaps a little dancing in. Do you have anything you want to do while we're down there to add to the list?"

 

 

She relaxed against him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Touristy and public are fine but I like the idea of a private resort," she murmured, closing her eyes for a moment. "I can think of a couple of things I'd like to add to the list," she continued softly, pulling away just far enough to look up at him. "I'd like to do a little shopping and the other....well....I'm sure we'll have time for that as well."

 

She relaxed against him while wrapping her arms around his waist. "Touristy and public are fine but I like the idea of a private resort," she murmured, closing her eyes for a moment. "I can think of a couple of things I'd like to add to the list," she continued softly, pulling away just far enough to look up at him. "I'd like to do a little shopping and the other....well....I'm sure we'll have time for that as well."

 

He kisses her warmly and murmurs, "I'm quite sure we'll have time for the other." He smirks faintly, "As for shopping...does that mean I'm going to be carrying more then a few boxes around? And perhaps we should be going. We are wasting valuable vacation time, I think." He nods towards the door leading to the main part of their quarters."

 

"Yes and yes," she replied, pulling away from him to retrieve the dress. She carefully draped it over her arm so it wouldn't wrinkle. As she walked by him and out the door, she glanced at him and winked. "Would you mind starting off by carrying the luggage?"

 

He smirks and grabs their bags. In his best English butler accent he says "Yes, madam. As you wish." As he catches up to her his voice takes on his normal Irish brogue as he says, "There better be one very nice tip for me being your butler here, love."