Lt. Cmd. Silveira: When you're safe you breathe heavily…
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Apr 2, 2026, 6:08:47 PMApr 2
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((USS Artemis-A, deck 3, Jovenan’s quarters))
He reached for her free hand and squeezed it gently. They had so much to catch up.
So much to talk about. But he didn’t want to remember or go back to anything else but their happiness.
So he changed the subject to something that he was actually curious about.
Silveira: Where did you get this sofa? It’s quite comfortable, and even if it is a little on the big size it does fit well in here.
Jovenan: Hm? Oh, I just ordered it from the ship’s supplies. I thought it was the high time to start thinking this place as something more than just where I sleep. ::pause, adjusts her position against him:: I’m glad you like it.
Vitor grinned and slowly lowered himself a bit, having Nan resting on his chest.
Silveira: I like it very much. It feels very comfortable. I am almost tempted to ask for your permission to take the shoes off and raise my feet up.
Nan laughed.
Jovenan: Permission granted.
He winked and using the tip of the shoe on the ankle he began the “unshoeing” maneuver. He took his hat off and set it on her table.
Silveira: Thank you Commander.
They adjusted themselves, Vitor pulling up his legs and realizing he could almost stretch at full on the sofa. Nan laid to the side, partially over him. He smiled as she yawned and stretched before planting her hand on his chest and tilting her head so that they could see each other.
Jovenan: I’m very glad I got the sofa. It’s now my second favourite thing I’ve got for myself. ::smile:: You’re the number one.
He smiled and kissed the top of her head.
Silveira: You're my number one too.
She moved her hand, starting to brush his beard. He smiled and almost closed his eyes, feeling comfortable with the gentle strokes.
Jovenan: Are you ::yawn:: planning to keep the beard?
He winked. Vitor wasn’t yet sure, only if Nan didn’t mind.
Silveira: What do you think, my love? When we met I had shaved it after years of keeping it. I admit I did miss it a bit. How do you like it?
Vitor yawned, likely contagious reflex from Nan. He was enjoying holding her, her warmth felt like a blanket in a winter night.
Jovenan: I like you… both… ways…
Vitor took a few more seconds to reply as he yawned and started feeling a little sleepy.
Her heart beat and breath smoothed him until…
Vitor opened his eyes, surprised by the soft snore.
He whispered slowly.
Silveira: Honey…
Nan didn’t reply. And he didn’t mind. He smiled, Nan looked so cute sleeping and he was feeling his eyelids heavy.
Whispering, he closed his eyes.
Silveira: I didn’t know Edo could snore. You look so cute my love. Although… ::Yawning:: On Earth it was usually said that Ladies don’t snore, they breathe heavily.
His smile widened at his own joke, but his brain was letting go.
If there was a sign he felt safe was when feel asleep, and he hoped Nan was feeling safe with him.
She was strong, smart, his anchor, and he wanted nothing more than to do and be the same for her. Hopefully the shadows won't come for her today.
Hopefully she will rest and breathe heavily for some restful hours.
But Vitor’s brain wasn’t exactly processing all that by now. He had himself fallen asleep, before he could hope to not snore or droll over his love.
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
He reached for her free hand and squeezed it gently. They had so much to catch up.
So much to talk about. But he didn’t want to remember or go back to anything else but their happiness.
So he changed the subject to something that he was actually curious about.
Silveira: Where did you get this sofa? It’s quite comfortable, and even if it is a little on the big size it does fit well in here.
Jovenan: Hm? Oh, I just ordered it from the ship’s supplies. I thought it was the high time to start thinking this place as something more than just where I sleep. ::pause, adjusts her position against him:: I’m glad you like it.
Vitor grinned and slowly lowered himself a bit, having Nan resting on his chest.
Silveira: I like it very much. It feels very comfortable. I am almost tempted to ask for your permission to take the shoes off and raise my feet up.
Nan laughed.
Jovenan: Permission granted.
He winked and using the tip of the shoe on the ankle he began the “unshoeing” maneuver. He took his hat off and set it on her table.
Silveira: Thank you Commander.
They adjusted themselves, Vitor pulling up his legs and realizing he could almost stretch at full on the sofa. Nan laid to the side, partially over him. He smiled as she yawned and stretched before planting her hand on his chest and tilting her head so that they could see each other.
Jovenan: I’m very glad I got the sofa. It’s now my second favourite thing I’ve got for myself. ::smile:: You’re the number one.
He smiled and kissed the top of her head.
Silveira: You're my number one too.
She moved her hand, starting to brush his beard. He smiled and almost closed his eyes, feeling comfortable with the gentle strokes.
Jovenan: Are you ::yawn:: planning to keep the beard?
He winked. Vitor wasn’t yet sure, only if Nan didn’t mind.
Silveira: What do you think, my love? When we met I had shaved it after years of keeping it. I admit I did miss it a bit. How do you like it?
Vitor yawned, likely contagious reflex from Nan. He was enjoying holding her, her warmth felt like a blanket in a winter night.
Jovenan: I like you… both… ways…
Vitor took a few more seconds to reply as he yawned and started feeling a little sleepy.
Her heart beat and breath smoothed him until…
Vitor opened his eyes, surprised by the soft snore.
He whispered slowly.
Silveira: Honey…
Nan didn’t reply. And he didn’t mind. He smiled, Nan looked so cute sleeping and he was feeling his eyelids heavy.
Whispering, he closed his eyes.
Silveira: I didn’t know Edo could snore. You look so cute my love. Although… ::Yawning:: On Earth it was usually said that Ladies don’t snore, they breathe heavily.
His smile widened at his own joke, but his brain was letting go.
If there was a sign he felt safe was when feel asleep, and he hoped Nan was feeling safe with him.
She was strong, smart, his anchor, and he wanted nothing more than to do and be the same for her. Hopefully the shadows won't come for her today.
Hopefully she will rest and breathe heavily for some restful hours.
But Vitor’s brain wasn’t exactly processing all that by now. He had himself fallen asleep, before he could hope to not snore or droll over his love.
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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