[JP] Lt. Karsyn Croix & PNPC Valora Croix - Memories in Marseille Pt. 3
Karsyn Croix
((Later that morning))
Nearly 2 hours after having coffee in bed, the Croixs finally sat down at a table in the small cafe on the corner of their block in Marseille, France. A waitress appeared almost instantly to take their order. As usual, Val smiled at Karsyn and let him order for her. In some ways, the couple could be very old fashioned.
K. Croix: Deux mimosas, un toast à l'avocat avec un œuf mollet, et des pancakes avec du bacon et un œuf poché, s'il vous plaît. (Two mimosas, one avocado toast with a soft-boiled egg, and pancakes with bacon and a poached egg, please.)
The waitress smiled at Karsyn a little too long before leaving to put in their orders.
V. Croix: She was flirting with you.
Karsyn shrugged his shoulders casually and appeared to be not phased by it at all.
K. Croix: I don’t think so.
V. Croix: You never think so, but she was. She'll invent several reasons to come back to the table, giggle, and never once glance in my direction this entire meal. Wait and see.
Valora wasn't particularly bothered. Their arrangement wasn't strictly monogamous, but she didn't always appreciate her husband being ogled by women right in front of her.
He threw up his hands in a playful manner, had a questioning look, along with a smile across his lips.
K. Croix: I don’t know what you want me to do about it.
V. Croix: Nothing at all. It's natural for them to flirt. My husband is the sexiest man in the quadrant.
He shrugged his shoulders casually.
K. Croix: If you insist.
V. Croix: I do.
As she spoke the waitress returned with their mimosas and a pair of croissants. Valora turned to the woman with an innocent smile slipping across her features.
V. Croix: Miss? Would you mind settling something for us?
Waitress: Uh. Sure. Okay.
V. Croix: My husband doesn't agree with me that he's the most handsome man in the quadrant, but I mean look at him. ::gestures:: He is, isn't he?
The waitress stammered and blushed, clearly embarrassed. She glanced in Karsyn's direction very quickly and then back to Valora.
Waitress: He's, um, yes ma'am. He's very handsome.
V. Croix: Not bad looking at all for 297 years old, is he?
Waitress: Two hundred and... No ma'am... He's uh... ::begins backing away:: I'm going to go check on your orders.
As the woman left quickly, Valora leveled a mischievous gaze in Karsyn's direction and let out a light, bell-like laugh that somehow still managed to sound just the faintest bit evil.
Karsyn showed his pearly whites for a moment and made eye contact with Valora.
K. Croix: You just couldn’t let it go now, could you?
V. Croix: What? I just gave her permission to look at *my husband*. I think that was rather kind of me.
The smile on Val's face didn't falter as she made a show of looking at her manicure.
He peered at Valora while she seemed to be looking at her nails.
K. Croix: Are you alright over there? Did you break a nail or something?
V. Croix: No, I didn't break a nail. I just had fun making the little waitress uncomfortable. I told you she found you attractive.
K. Croix: Glad you won your case.
V. Croix: Aww. ::pouts:: Don't be cross with me.
K. Croix: Whatever you say honey.
Valora huffed. Most of the time she loved how laid back Karsyn was. He was a good balance to her, a necessary calm in her storm. But occasionally she wished it wasn't so hard to get him worked up. Today was apparently one of those days, though now that she'd realized it, she was able to accept how foolish and childish that desire was. She wanted them to enjoy their day together, not to fight. Plus, he'd be plenty passionate later as he had been just this morning.
[TBC]
Operations Officer
USS Khitomer
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written by
Lt. JG Alix Harford
Medical Officer
USS Astraeus, NCC-70652
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Operations Officer
USS Khitomer
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