Aftermath

Posted on Thu Jan 7th, 2021 @ 9:33am by Lieutenant JG Cara Ross & Lieutenant JG John Adams
Edited on on Sun Jan 17th, 2021 @ 10:55am

986 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Mission 8 - A Blast from the Past
Location: John's Quarters
Timeline: 2296/03/07 1800

John sat in his quarters. He'd been confined to quarters for the time being, confined except for the visits to the counselor ordered by the captain.

He had 2 rib bruises, a blackened eye and a dislocated nose that the doctor reset.

His chime rang. He looked up. "Enter."

Ross had heard about the mess through the grapevine. Rumors spread faster than tachyons in a starship, and the mill had gotten to churning at maximum warp. Even O'Connor had made a passing mention to Cara. Which....was not good. Oh, no it was not good at all. The Xo and been in....'conference' with the CO, and thus Cara found herself in front of Adams' quarters, not willing to intrude upon whatever discussions were happening with the most senior of staff.

"Christ, you look like death warmed over."

He smiled at her when she walked in. "You should see the other guy." He paused, "Glad your here. I need a friendly face."

"I was going to check on the other guy too, bu the Captain beat me to it. Though it sounds like, when it comes to beatings, the two of you are the ones handing it out." She walked slowly into the room and wrapped her arms around her waist, shaking her head.

"It wasn't a beating....we only got about 3 shots each before the captain broke it up. I was about to do a flying drop kick on Gates, when the captain stepped right in front of me. Luckily I was able to stop myself before I crashed into the captain. Then she ripped into both Gates and me. Guess he's not her favorite either. The captain said I was lucky that I did stop, because she would have decked me, so I challenged her to a match, which she accepted, but the Gates talked her out of it. Too bad, it could have been my chance to show her what I can do." He watched her walk around the room. "You mad at me?"

To (what she considered) her credit, Cara listened without interrupting, though her face seemed to vary its coloration wildly, from ghostly pale to inflamed red and a few shades in between. She didn't quite gape like a fish, at least, but she blew out an exasperated puff of air that ruffled her bangs. "I think I'm pissed at the lot of you. Captain included. You could have been booted of the ship! Gates too." She started to stalk

"I'm sorry for what happened. Gates might have thrown the first punch, but we both were egging each other on." He was worried that she might want to break up with him over this.

"Never mind that she might blame me for all this," Cara stormed right on as if she hadn't heard Adams. She might not have. She had a tendency to get hyper focused when ranting. Or when she was worried about someone. Or both.

He went over to her and grabbed her by both arms. "Did you hear what I said? I said I'm sorry....and I love you." Adams released her after he said what he said.

That short circuited her brain for a good half a minute. She just stared, twisting about with eyes wide open. It hadn't been nearly long enough for that feeling to be the same for her. Not exactly. The potential was there though, and that must have shown on her face. "You what?"

"I said I was sorry......and I'm in love with you." John repeated.

"Yeah," Cara said after another slow pause. "That's what I thought you said. " There was color rising in her cheeks.

"If it's not what you want to hear, then maybe we should just end it right now...cause being with you is beautiful, and when you're gone, I hurt all over. You're the last thing I think of before going to sleep and the first thing I think of in the morning." John just sat on the couch, looking at her.

She was breathing fast. it wasn't what she wanted to hear, and yet it was damned flattering. It felt good. Swallowing she turned back to face him again. "That is a lot to take in. I don't know if I'm....there yet. I...wow. Just. Wow." She wasn't leaving though.

John stood up, walked over to her, put his hands on her arms, then pulled her towards him and kissed her...a long kiss.

A kiss which, after a short moment, Cara returned. She knew she liked kissing him. Maybe that would be enough for her for the moment.

The kiss became more intense each passing second. Breathless, and in between kissing her, he said, "Does...this...mean...we're....okay...for....the...time...being?" He returned to kissing her and put his hand on her butt.

"If ye maul my arse so hard there's a bruise we might not be," she was surprised that she got those words out without gasping. "But otherwise aye, I think it means we're okay for now. But please try not to get yerself thrown off the ship, eh?"

"If I do anything to your arse, I'll gladly kiss it and make it better." He nibbled on her neck. "And don't worry, I plan on being a good boy from now on." He gently carrassed her arse. "May I make a suggestion? Why don't you spend the night here?"

Apparently I find mild arrogance attractive. Crap, she thought. Sighing softly, she debated just how bad an idea this was. If it got out, things were probably going to be dicey. but it had been a while and damn him, that felt good. "Not the worst suggestion you've ever made..."

John took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom.

When the morning came, they were still laying in bed, holding each other.

 

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