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Three's Company

Posted on Tue Dec 1st, 2020 @ 11:19pm by Lieutenant JG Anastatzia "Statzia" Liski & Captain Logan Barrett & Commander Nokomis Diza

Mission: Mission 4: Letting the Hair Down
Location: Risan Resort: Diza's Room

Statzia murmured softly as she stirred in her sleep. The warm morning breeze wafted through the open windows. Her arm pulled the body against her closer as she buried her face in the woman's fragrant hair.

Opening her eyes, Mis could feel hot breath on the back of her neck. She was just a tad confused for a moment and then everything slammed into her brain like an ice pick. The lunch, the aftermath of that and ending up back here in her room on Risa. She turned ever so slightly like she wanted to check and make sure it was Stazia and she hadn't come home with someone else that she didn't remember. This wasn't like her at all . . . . but maybe it was time for a change. People did change after all, they moved on, they grew up. She wasn't sure if Stazia was awake yet, but it was nice just to lie here in warmth without having to rush off to get ready for her shift on Orion.

Statzia murmured something unintelligible before her eyes fluttered open. "Hey..." She softly pressed her lips to the back of Mis' shoulder.

"Hi," Mis said back. She had no idea what else to utter under the circumstances, this so rarely happened to her. "Uh, how are you?"

"Good." Statzia's fingertips brushed along the soft skin of Mis' stomach. "You sleep okay?"'

"Yeah," Mis said. She honestly couldn't remember waking up all night. "Very well, you? Sorry, I know I'm not the best conversationalist after something like this happens. Do you want some breakfast? I can make us something?"

Statzia gave a soft chuckle. "And if I'm not interested in food right now?" She slowly trailed her lips in soft kisses along the back of Mis' neck.

Mis's stomach grumbled right on cue and she blushed. She rolled over and looked at Stazia. "Why me?" she asked as if confused about how all this started. She felt no need to pull the blankets up to cover any part of herself though she'd always been comfortable in her own skin, even her four toed feet.

Statzia's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why not you?" She propped herself up on an elbow. "If you were to sit out on the beach in a burlap sack with a horga'hn, half of Risa would still be vying to be where I am right now."

"Oh I hardly think so," Mis chuckled. "You were the only one looking at me, other than that waiter who doused me in pineapple, but I think he was only staring afterwards."

Statzia gave a coy grin. "You really think he was the only one who noticed? Wet t-shirt is a good look on you. Maybe we should get you dressed and then go jump in one of the pools."

She really wasn't sure how to respond to that. "Oh pfft. Right," she said rising from the bed. "I'm going to make breakfast." She draped a silk robe over her body and headed for the small kitchen that came with the room.

Logan was feeling the sunburn from the day before. It was a reminder that he didn't put enough on his shoulders during the day at the beach, though it was an extremely rare occurrence. I might have to swing by sickbay and see Doctor Wolf about it, he thought as he made his way to his first officer's resort room. Upon arrival, he knocked on the wood door.

Mis answered the door, forgetting what she was wearing. She glanced at him, gave him a small smile and opened the door further before even realizing how much the robe made the breeze blow through. "Oh, sorry. I should get dressed. Is something wrong?"

"Housekeeping should come back later!" Statzia shouted with a laugh, unable to see past Mis. "I'm not sure we're done with the bed yet!"

Mis's fair skin turned a deep shade of scarlet as she glanced at Logan. "Uh . . . " she started, not that there was any need for an explanation. He had, after all, admitted to Mis when he'd had a one night stand. She wasn't sure that's what this was yet, but still . . . . it didn't need to be defined.

Logan had never seen Missy wear something so provocative before and was admittedly attracted to her physical form. However, he just blinked a few times as he struggled to find the words he intended to speak. He couldn't see the woman to match the voice that barked out playfully from further inside the suite but it was definitely none of his business what his first officer did off duty. "Oh, I'm sorry Missy. I didn't know you had company. I just came by to invite you to an early breakfast but I can see that you're busy." He gave her a polite smile just then, trying to make her feel less awkward.

"It's alright, you're here. You might as well come in. I'm just going to go . . put some clothes on." She was pretty sure that Logan probably heard her say loudly to Stazi to put some clothes on too, but what was done was done. "Actually," she called from the bedroom. "I really would like to talk to you. So Breakfast sounds wonderful."

"That sounds great," he said as he stepped into the suite, looking around at the layout of the furniture and decorations as she walked back into the bedroom.

Statzia stepped into the doorway of the bedroom leaning on one crutch, sporting her bra and fully dressed from the waist down. "Morning, captain." She smirked, gesturing to the crutch leaning against the couch on the other side of the room. "If you could?"

"Good morning, Miss Liski." He walked over and handed her the other crutch. "When will sickbay have your replacement prosthesis ready?" It was a valid question and was a great way to divert the conversation away from questions about what he had just stepped into.

"A replacement?" Statzia chuckled. "Or a replacement that isn't agonizingly painful and doesn't properly communicate with my damaged nerve endings? I'm on my fourth design attempt, and am getting rather tired of tripping over a semi-functional appendage." She closed the two-hop gap between herself and her shirt. Balancing on one leg, she leaned the second crutch against a chair and pulled her shirt over her head with a free hand.

"With advancements in medicine they're bound to get it right one of these times," Nokomis said quietly. If this wasn't the most awkward situation she'd ever been in then she couldn't remember another. "Would you like to join us for breakfast?" Mis only hesitated because she was unsure of what Logan felt.

Statzia smirked as she glanced between the embarrassment on the captain's face and the flush of his first officer's. "It's alright. I wouldn't want to intrude." She perched on the arm of the couch, putting a singular shoe on a singular foot. "It appears that the two of you need to talk."

Statzia closed the distance between herself and Nokomis. Leaning on one crutch, she softly cupped Mis' cheek, pressing her lips to hers in a lingering kiss. "Besides," she murmured so only Nokomis could hear, "there will be other breakfasts."

"Sure," Mis replied just as softly as before. "I'll get in touch with you later today." They did have a lot to talk about. A lot.

For his part, Logan remained silent as he watched the intimate exchange. He knew that Commander Diza was a very quiet, reserved person so seeing a glimpse of her personal life was eye-opening, to say the least. He assumed that she felt embarrassed, not wanting to reveal such details in a situation outside her control. Nevertheless, as Lieutenant Liski headed for the door, he involuntarily uttered, "That's an understatement..."

Captain Logan Barrett
Commanding Officer, USS Orion



Commander Nokomis Diza
Executive Officer, USS Orion



Lieutenant JG Anastatzia Liski
Chief Operations Officer, USS Orion

 

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