[JP] Lt. Karsyn Croix & PNPC Valora Croix - Memories in Marseille Pt. 1
Karsyn Croix
((One week before Karsyn reports to the USS Khitomer))
A week out from reporting to his new duty post, Karsyn had to spend the day at Starfleet doing Starfleet things. Valora was never really sure what that entailed and knowing how she felt, Karsyn never bothered to explain. It was enough for her that serving in the Fleet was something that he wanted to do. She may pout about it from time to time, but ultimately if it mattered to him, it mattered to her.
Since her husband had been gone most of the day, Val had taken the opportunity to check in with her First Officer on a few deals they had in the works for when she returned from her vacation in France. It had not been a good call and she’d been storming about the house for the last hour, furious.
Having finally relented to address the issue when she was back aboard the Opulent, Val was now relined on the sofa, flipping through a PADD shopping. When she heard the front door open to their château, she smiled and called out to Karsyn.
V. Croix: Welcome home, mon coeur. (my heart)
K. Croix: Thanks babe, how was your day?
V. Croix: Not worth talking about.
It was clear from her sudden change in tone that her day had not been a good one.
K. Croix: Oh, well, want me to get you a drink? We can just relax.
V. Croix: No alcohol. You know my rule; don't drink to feel better, only drink to feel even better. L'alcool c'est pour célébrer. (Alcohol is for celebrating.)
K. Croix: Well, drinks are technically a broad category.
Valora stood up from the sofa with a sudden idea-fueled burst of energy. She tossed her PADD onto the seat she’d just vacated and smiled at her husband.
V. Croix: I want to go out.
K. Croix: Go out and do what?
Karsyn pulled Val in for a warm hug.
K. Croix: And I’m sorry that you had a bad day.
She snuggled into him. Val was good at being alone, but she hadn't realized how much she missed hugs at the end of the day and the way Karsyn looked at her like she was the only thing in the universe that mattered.
V. Croix: It's better now.
He lifted Val’s chin and provided her with an intimate kiss.
When they pulled apart Val smiled at him.
V. Croix: No matter what you do to tempt me, we're not staying home. I want to dress up and go out and make all the men jealous of what you have.
He looked down at her with a twinkle of lust in his eyes. He let out a little sigh as she knew him all too well. Karsyn pulled her in and sucked on her neck by her shoulder bone to tease her a little bit.
K. Croix: You sure about that?
She shivered. He knew her weaknesses, but they also both enjoyed the cat and mouse game of chase. Putting one hand on his chest, she pushed away from him and took two steps back.
V. Croix: I'm sure. Now, go get dolled up for me.
He conceded as she clearly wasn’t interested in a bit of play time. Women were just that way sometimes, he wished he could do that.
K. Croix: We can get dolled up together, starting with a shower.
V. Croix: Nice try, Karsyn. I know how showering with you ends.
She winked at him and walked to her dressing room which was really just another bedroom of their château filled with her clothes and accessories and its own bathroom.
V. Croix: I'll meet you out here when I'm ready to go.
She blew him a kiss before disappearing.
He watched her as she walked away feeling a bit of disappointment, but it happened from time to time. He threw on some khakis, Cole Haan chocolate brown shoes, a black belt with a light blue polo with a tight fit showing that he had an athletic body. He styled his dark blonde hair with a dab of gel and put on a silver watch. He then sat on the couch waiting for his wife to change. She always took longer than him.
Val came out of her dressing room about forty minutes later. Her hair was styled up with a few perfectly crafted blonde curls framing her face. She wore simple makeup and a pink mini dress with a bright colorful sequin pattern and hot pink stilettos
K. Croix: That outfit is perfect on you babe.
Val turned in a cute little spin showing off the dress.
V. Croix: T'es prêt? (Are you ready?)
K. Croix: Yeah
[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
ID: O240006MM1