Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ Faux Felonious flowers
Roxanna Dorion
((Deep Space 33, Habitat sector, Strategic Operations Officer Quarters))
Talia Ohnari had charmed her way into Nolen’s quarters.
Well.
Charmed was slightly exaggerated. Her biosignature was already programmed in. But she did bat her lashes at the Ops officer to get the right directions at least. She’d arrived, showered, made dinner, and greeted Nolen wearing an apron and a smile. For some reason, dinner ended up getting cold.
It was a mystery.
But now they had eaten, Talia had asked how his meal had been.
Hobart: Honestly? A lot less disappointing than that apron led me to expect.
Ohnari: ::looking mock offended:: Excuse me sir, that apron is adorable.
Mischief successfully managed. Falling into his invitation to snuggle, she wiggled in between him and the back of the couch so she was in full snuggle burrito mode. Talia was often touchy-feely to begin with, but with her Betazoid hybrid beau it amped to another level.
Perks of being empathic. That, and private quarters. It would be decidedly awkward if there were roommates.
Ohnari: ::rolling her eyes:: Fiiine. Next time, no cute apron and we’ll have a warm dinner. Now tell me all about the weirdest thing someone tried to smuggle onto the station.
Hobart: “Someone?”
Lifting her head to make eye contact, she raised a brow curiously.
Ohnari: ::suspiciously:: What did you do….
He was snuggling before answering. This was going to be good. Nolen loved rules, and regulations. How he stood her for even five minutes was a miracle. She didn’t necessarily enjoy breaking rules…she just often found herself following the “spirit” as opposed to the “letter”.
The time on the station had clearly corrupted him.
Excellent.
Hobart: Well. Someone has access to all the fleetwide travel schedules, and someone caught wind of a freighter coming back from the Delta Quadrant, and someone knows about this weird, rare flower you’re not allowed to move by transporter, and someone tried to get a bouquet delivered to you on the gangway.
Talia’s eyes softened and her lower lip quivered slightly.
Ohnari: Aww honey! You committed a crime for me? ::her head hit his chest with a thump, muffled:: It's so romantic. ::raising her head again:: Should I bring the flowers with me when I visit you in the brig?
She grinned at him. She loved poking him right in the principles.
Hobart: Those? ::looking at the vase:: Those are replicated knock-offs. You said “tried.”
Leaning up, she kissed him soundly.
Ohnari: Well I love my “almost illegal" orchids. ::resuming peak cuddle:: But seriously, no cases of Romulan ale? Pilfered artifacts from some ancient civilization? Not a single contraband in a bodily cavity?
Hobart: Response
The Haliian was weirdly invested in smuggling. It probably had to do with her mildly unhealthy fixation on pirate tales of old. Ill-begotten goods, taken from the halves by the have-nots. But only altruistically, of course. Because in her fantasy, that was the only motivation.
Ohnari: Please tell me your day isn’t mountains of PADD-work and like…meetings…
The shudder was genuine. Talia was the worst at PADD work, her charting was a chore and any staff meeting was usually cut short because she couldn’t stand them. For a department head, she had some room for improvements.
Hobart: Response
He seemed…content. She was relieved. Although if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t say a single word. But wrapped up as they were, she didn’t sense a hint of dishonesty. It was bittersweet. On one hand, she wouldn’t want him to be miserable, but on the other…she herself had been a bit melancholy with his absence. NJ. was a poor substitute for the real thing.
NJ, or Nolen Jr., being a large pillow stuffed into an old T-shirt he left behind in her quarters, and a few drops of his aftershave splashed on for effect. Connor and Amelia were the only ones who knew about him. Actually it was Connor’s idea in the first place. Although he had been joking. Amelia was the only one who had seen him.
The aftershave was her idea.
Still, she refused to let herself get sad. Life in Starfleet was one big change after another. The time they’d had together serving aboard the same vessel was a gift, and one she wouldn’t trade. So the pity party was canceled. They had now, and she was determined to make the best of it.
Ohnari: So. What’s first up on the “Shore leave itinerary”? ::pointing to the side table:: I spotted the binder. ::holding a hand up solemnly:: No peeking. I know better.
Hobart: Response
TAG/TBC
---------------------------------------------Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0