LtCmdr. Talos Dakora - Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

[Travis]

((XO’s Office - Deck 02 - USS Artemis))

Talos had been in the middle of a marathon paddwork session when Samantha Richards appeared at his door.

Knowing she's gone back to Amity after their wild night out after Frontier Day, he wasn't sure when– or even if– he'd see her again. But now that she was here, he planned to make the most of it.

S. Richards: Even the mention of getting into trouble with you gets me all kinds of frazzled. ::Trying to not show her amusement.:: That being said, I do have a couple crazy things in mind… 

Dakora: Though… maybe not as crazy as last time… I don’t think there are any cliffs. Or racoons.

He grinned, remembering their close encounter with the little bandit-squirrel-creature when their night had taken them to a rural forest in Montana.

S. Richards: ::Smirking:: Based on some of the messages we’ve sent I don’t think you and I will have a hard time making crazy happen that doesn’t involve cliffs and racoons. 

He raised an eyebrow, placing a hand to his chest in faux-indignation.

Dakora: Miss Richards, I assure you I have no idea what you mean…

She seemed to take his teasing in stride.

S. Richards: So… Do you have anything else going on today aside from all that boring work?

Closing the distance between them, he was suddenly aware that her hands were on his chest and she was staring straight into his eyes.

In fact, he was suddenly unable to be aware of anything else.

Dakora: I, uh… the paddwork can wait. ::He smirked.:: Why, you have something specific in mind?

Her expression did something for him. He wasn't sure exactly what it meant, but he was pretty sure he liked it.

S. Richards: I was hoping that maybe there was some cute, capable XO to help show me where my guest quarters are. ::Placing a quick kiss on his cheek:: Please?

Feeling warmth spreading from the spot she'd kissed he managed to regather just a bit of his composure. Regaining the use of his arms, he snaked one around the small of her back as he replied.

Dakora: That does sound like the sort of thing that falls under my wheelhouse… ::he flashed a devious grin:: though if I have my way, you won't have much use for guest quarters…

S.Richards: Response

To his credit, he only considered clearing his entire desktop off in one smooth motion for a fleeting moment, before his rational mind took hold.

He could feel the heat in his blushing face as he replied.

Dakora: Right. Ahem. Then that's work done for the day for me. ::He gestured toward the door.:: Right this way and we'll get you situated in your guest quarters, then we'll see what's next.

S Dakora: Response

Tag/tbc

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LtCmdr. Talos Dakora
First Officer
USS Artemis-A
O238811CD0