LT Aine Sherlock - Red Melert

[Aine Sherlock]

((OOC: Shoutout to Yalu and Niac for the title.))

((Officer's Lounge, USS Glenn))

Aine leaned her head back against Mel's chest. His arms wrapped around her. There was comfort in familiarity, even with someone you once hated. She knew the bad times were few and the good were plenty, but it was a funny thing how the human brain always weighs the bad heavier. She pushed the bad memories from her mind as best she could. They'd already had it out once before and that went poorly. She knew that neither of them wanted it to be that way. Up until that point, things had actually been going well. They'd seemed to talk just fine, save for her little outburst/shove she'd given him outside the holo-theater on DS224.

Despite her issues with impulse control as of late, she was determined to not get angry. She was going to wrestle control back come hell or high water.

She turned to face him, his arms still around her waist. She reached up and placed her hands gently on either side of his neck, not sure whether to keep her grip light or strangle him. The thought caused her to smile a little deviously.

Martinson: What?

Sherlock: Nothing, just a fleeting thought.

She looked into his eyes and her smile grew as her face tensed trying not to laugh.

Martinson: Are you going to tell me?

She just shook her head as she continued grinning. A moment later both their smiles softened. She wondered if he was thinking the same things she was. She remembered clearly when they first met. There was a pub in San Francisco. She and a few other cadets had changed into civvies, half of them were underage, including her. But it seemed the place made an exception for cadets. Civvies or not, everyone could tell who was a cadet there. She remembers seeing him sitting at the bar from their back table. He and the couple classmates he was with were still in their crimson shouldered and grey uniforms. Though it was him who first talked to her, it was she who kissed him later that night. To this day, she didn't know if it was the drink, his confident demeanor...whatever it was, she'd felt comfortable with him, just like now.

His head moved slightly closer but stopped short, hesitated. Right then, she knew it was all coming back to him too. Her hands moved up, lightly cupping the back of his head. She gently pulled him closer and herself up towards him. As their lips touched, her mind went blank. There was nothing but raw emotion now. It'd been years since she felt this. Years since she'd done this, not counting that time on Risa because what happens on Risa, stays on Risa.

So focused one the kiss, she didn't notice his hands were no longer behind her. She could feel the tugging of the zipper of the front of her uniform. It took her a second to realize it and when it was halfway unzipped, her hands dropped down to his, stopping him. She backed away a couple inches and looked him in the eyes nervously.

Martinson: I'm sorry. I just...

Sherlock: Umm ::her eyes suddenly shifted, looking around nervously:: maybe...maybe you should lock the door. oOSo much for impulse control...Oo

Martinson: ::letting out a single breathy laugh:: Right, let me do that.

As he turned and walked towards the door, Aine tugged at the hem of her jacket to straighten it, though she didn't know why. She almost couldn't believe this was really happening. She watched in anticipation, his hand reaching for the panel next to the door of the lounge.

The lights suddenly went time, replaced by pulsing crimson and the loud blare of the klaxon.

Martinson: ::hand frozen inches from the panel, turning to face Aine:: I didn't do it!

Her hands went to her face in embarrassment. Embarrassment was replaced by frustration as she placed them on her hips before making a sweeping motion towards the door.

Sherlock: Come on, let's get back to the bridge.

((Bridge, USS Glenn))

As the pair made their way onto the bridge, Captain Monroe appeared to be giving orders to various people. She the Captain's gaze met Aine's, she felt like she'd been caught stealing a cookie from the jar.

Monroe: ::making a zipper motion up the front of her jacket while staring at Aine:: You, tactical, now. ::to Martinson:: And you, you're number one for now.

Sherlock: Yes, ma'am.

Martinson: Sure thing, Cap.

Aine quickly grabbed the zipper of her jacket and snapped it up quickly. She made her way to the tactical console that overlooked the front half of the bridge, without making eye contact with anyone.

Monroe: Helm, set an intercept course. ::taking the center chair:: Engage.

Diata/Vargas/Renot: ?

tags/TBC

Lieutenant Aine Sherlock

Tactical Officer

StarBase 118 Ops

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