First is always the hardest

Posted on Tue Jul 4th, 2017 @ 5:25pm by

2,927 words; about a 15 minute read

Mission: Unknown Life, Unknown Dangers
Location: Captain's Quarters

Will returned to his quarters a man of mixed emotions and troubles seas as the doors to his Quarters closed behind him, he felt he made the right choice in destroying the Civic because of the risks it posed to anyone else that could stumble upon it. The most troubling factor however was the loss of the Lieutenant. His first loss, on his first mission since taking command.

As Captain of any assignment losses happen, accidents happen, its part of the risks that everyone accepts when putting on the uniform. Loss however is never easy and this one in particular. Will had lost a crewmember to something, unsure what it was, had no answers until the Doctor had finished his tests and until then he had trouble informing the family of the Lieutenant because they would want to know how she died. He couldn't form a worthy answer to such an important question.

Utterly unaware this his ship had been infected by the very substance that plagued the Civic he sat at his desk trying to take stock, create a line of thought but also, consider what to eat.

Vash looked around and other than the couple of dancers and the bartenders, The Pink Kitty was all but deserted. She had heard rumors that the Dreadnought was going after a freighter that had gone off communications, but everyone was tight lipped about any details and alcohol wasn't loosening those lips.

With a grunt, she dismissed her staff and cleared out the few patrons with free drink cards, then headed out herself. She debated going through the Jeffries Tubes, but that would ruin the lines of her Tholian silk robe she wore and so went through the corridors and a turbolift.

A few minutes later, she came onto the deck with the senior officers and waved a Security person aside. Her face was well known as she was the only Orion on board and it was also getting around that she and the Commodore had been seeing each other. When she arrived at his door, she reached out and touched the chime.

"Come." William spoke with slight agitation. It was not that he was disturbed but what had happened was bothering him more than he knew he should let it. "Vash." His day seemed to get that little bit brighter. "Sorry about that, please, come in." He ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh. "Tough day."

Vash smiled as she entered and moved over to give him a kiss on the cheek before she settled in his lap. "I do not know what's going on, Will," she said. "But business was so slow that I let everyone go early. Do you want to talk to me about it?"

His arms around her waist holding her to him. "I lost a crewmember today, Lieutenant Whitaker." William took a breath. "First mission, first casualty."

"I know as Captain or any Captain that crew losses happen and yes it is easier if they died in combat because you can blame someone. Something, we don't know what killed her and I don't have enough information for her family to answer the question of how she died. Upholding the finest traditions of the service doesn't cut it for me and I wouldn't expect it to for her parents." He finished explaining.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," she said. "Dealing with loss is hard enough without knowing the reason for the loss. However, don't let her death be in vain. Avenge her!"

"Doctor Patrovski is conducting tests. I'm hoping that anything he finds out can help prevent similar accidents like this from happening again." William sighed, hardly how he was hoping his first mission to go and the first major note, crew loss. "Anyway enough about me, what about you? How has the day been at the club?"

"Slow," Vash said even though she had told him that she closed it for that very reason. Still, she understood how he could have forgotten. "Although, last night was...eventful...and I hope it doesn't upset you."

"Oh....." William didn't hear anything so it must have been something Vash had put on for the patrons. "Grace the dance floor to torment the onlookers?" Remember when he'd joined her that time.....and where it ended up.

She took a breath and tried not to tense. "Last night a group of female Marines came in to celebrate one of them making Captain," she said. "They had a few drinks and were chatting with me. Well...the one being celebrated is leaving in a few days and asked for a kiss...so I gave her one."

A frown, then a smile, a smirk then a puzzled look on his face but understood her reasoning. "Okay." He spoke still letting it sink in. "What happened to no contact with patrons?" He could certainly imagine the picture that would have created for anyone looking on, but part of him was itching over the notion of, well if the doors opened male or female, where does it close?

"I figured since she was leaving the ship in a few days, it wouldn't matter," Vash said, relieved that he hadn't flipped out on her. "She hasn't been back since then and I didn't see any problem with a celebratory kiss since she is leaving."

In the one hand yeah, Vash was right, Captain was leaving soon, wouldn't see her again, not been back so whats the big deal? In the other hand, still niggled at him that she did it. "I suppose." He tried not to think about it. "Have you eaten? drink or something?"

"I haven't eaten yet," she said as she breathed a silent sigh of relief. "And I assure you that it's not something that I make a habit of. I felt bad for giving them both headaches, too, even though I gave them both neutralizer shots and told them it was for the headaches."

"Would you like to join me for a bite?" William was getting in to the habit of taking the shot each morning. He remembered that Vash wanted a level and equal playing field and this was what he had to do to ensure it. He gave her thigh a gentle rub, taking in what comfort her presence and contact could offer to smooth out a difficult and trying day.

"I'd love to," Vash said as she slid off of his lap and removed her robe to reveal the hot pink bikini she wore with The Pink Kitty logo on her butt. She set it aside and headed for the replicator. "What do you want?"

"Something light...colourful..." Using words inspired by the current view of her. "Unless you have any suggestions?" Will spoke as he undid the collar of his grey undershirt.

"Do you like salmon?" she asked as she looked over her shoulder at him. "I have a recipe for a salmon cobb salad with avocado dressing which is very good."

"Salmon it is then." Will spoke with a smile as he stood up and prepared the table for them to eat at. "Drink options?" He asked wondering what she had in mind to accompany the meal.

Vash replicated two of the cobb salads and looked over at him again. "I'm not very cultured when it comes to that," she admitted. "I have customers say that a good Sancerre, Pouilly-Fumé and other Loire Sauvignons are best with salmon, though."

"Lets try all three and see for ourselves." Will spoke as he ran his hands over his face as if to pull the facade of Commodore Hood from him and leaving just William in its place. "So, if departing Captains get a kiss, what do troubled Commodores get after a difficult and uneasy day?" Will spoke trying to lift his mood to match his gaze on her scantily clad frame.

She replicated six glasses of wine, all red for the cobb salad, then came back to him and set them on the table. "Why, Will," she said and batted her eyelashes as she settled down. "You get me. All of me."

"Who could argue with an offer like that?" Will smiled as the drinks. He lifted one and smelt the aroma it gave off then moved to the next giving each a small swirl around the glass edge then smelt it. "I'm sorry if what happened has impacted the club." He had no doubt it had, the true extent however would be unknown but alas it was not his business and thus, not for him to know.

Vash leaned down to give him a kiss and rested a hand on his shoulder. "There is no need to apologize," she said. "I do it more for entertainment than anything else. Mostly mine, but if the crew gets entertained by being there, I have no objection to that, either."

Will smiled again, she was indeed kind and considerate. "Thanks." He turned in his chair to face the table. "Word is going around the ship about us. Seems you are the centre of the rumour mill on board." He almost blushed at the thought. "The dashingly beautiful Orion on board who's always making an impression, making one on the single Commodore. I believe there is a poll going on about what I will next grace your dance floor."

"Is that so?" she asked as she sat down across from him and reached for a fork. "Do you know the dates as to when it is supposed to happen?" She took a bite of her salad after cutting up the salmon and mixing it up.

"Not yet, but I am looking into it." William smirked as he wondered what she was upto. "Planning to hedge bets to make a profit?" The idea occurred to him too, considering he was not supposed to know about the poll going on.

"Now why would I do a thing like that?" Vash asked as she lifted a wine glass and inhaled the bouquet before she took a small sip and set it down.

"You said yourself that you made a tidy sum that night you got me up onto the stage." William smiled as he remembered that night and most of what followed. "A little more couldn't hurt, could use it to buy new clothes, exotic ones, drinks, more staff."

She gave a delighted laugh. "Why Will, I had no idea that you were so eager to get out and be seen in such a way. Did you get a thrill dancing with me on the stage in front of everyone?"

"I enjoyed it yeah." Will spoke between eating. "Being an officer is all well and good but too many ranking officers surrender elements of a personal life or a home one for the assignment. I command a ship but I also want a life, I want to enjoy it because the service has its risks that could easily take that away the next day. I don't want to live each day regretting the things I didn't do, I took a leap and asked you out, you could have said no but thankfully didn't. One regret I don't have to add to the list as I look forward."

"Then as soon as we find out the dates, we'll select the biggest pool to crash and put you up on stage," Vash said with a smile. "You're a very good dancer and you're certainly hot."

"Well." Will preened, proud of himself. "I have been known to scrub up well to make an impression." He ate some more. "Though I will admit, I pale in comparison." Throwing the compliment to her.

"That's not to say that you don't have some very nice moves, both on stage and otherwise," she said with another smile. "Keep that up and we'll have to make you a regular performer."

"Oh really, the Dancing Commodore. I'm sure command would be thrilled and relegate me to a trash barge on the outskirts of Federation Space." Will chuckled. "Then I would lose my appeal and you'd find someone else. Can't be having that now can we?" Will smirked. "How is your meal?"

"Delicious," Vash replied. "Except these Terran wines are too dry for my taste. As for you commanding a trash barge, I would take you to Risa and make you my dancing King."

"Awww." Will remarked. "If you would like, we can try other drinks, maybe the computer can recommend alternatives." He didn't find the drinks too bad, some were more dry than others he admitted. He hoped the dryness however didn't put her off the meal too much with the flavours.

"I'm okay," she said. "I've always been more of a hard liquor kind of girl." To prove it, she licked the rim of her glass while watching him with her emerald green eyes.

Will paused at the antics of Vash. That nearly closed eye look of 'I know what you are doing' on his face. "And for dessert?" He smiled giving her a look up and down of her body that the table didn't hide.

"Me," Vash said as she took another bite of her salad and winked at him. "You're going to be walking funny when you walk onto the bridge in the morning."

"That sounds like a challenge to me." Will spoke as he finished his meal over the next brief while washing it down with a drink. Not that he minded a night of fun, bliss and pleasure. He leant back watching her since he'd finished. "You think I'm going to be that easy do you?"

"You've never been with an Orion slave girl, have you?" she asked as she finished her meal. "If you had, you wouldn't have said that. I've been trained in various sexual techniques since I was old enough and I have made Klingons cry and Romulans beg for mercy."

Will smiled. "Still have the outfit?" He winked as he stood up to clear the table rather amused with himself. Though inside he appreciated her for who she was, what not, or when, but here and now.

"I always have the outfit on, Will," Vash said as she stood and took the bowls to the recycler. When she turned around, she removed her pink bikini and dropped it to the floor. "Now I am an Orion slave girl," she said as she stalked towards him. "I have made rich men beg. I've made a good man steal. I've made an old man blush and I've made a young man squeal. I wanna tell you, Will, what I see I make my own. I'm here to tell you, handsome William, that I'm Orion to the bone."

Will watched, smiled when the outfit came off, felt his heart racing as she neared him and listened as she spoke. Fit, curves, grace and dripping with seductiveness Will knew he was in deep trouble. He started to undo his tunic and draped it over the back of the chair. "That is a lot of talk, slave." Will grinned. "Time to practice what you preach."

"I am no man's slave," she said as her emerald eyes darkened before she got close to him. A small green hand darted around and closed around his ear almost painfully before her thumb pressed itself to his temple. She leaned in close and whispered. "One hard press and you'll be singing I'm a Little Teapot for the rest of your days," she told him, her breath hot in his free ear before her tongue traced the outside rim of it.

"Been a while since I sang that, might have to teach me the words again." William answered though the warning heeded. His hands came to rest on the sides of her waist while she held him. "So what do you plan to do with me now?"

"Everything," Vash told him before she nipped his earlobe and released her hold on him. "Bedroom," she told him as she stepped back out of his grasp. "Now."

Will didn't need to be told twice and about faced, speed walked into the bedroom as instructed all the while a large grin on his face as he turned around towards the door again.

"Strip," she ordered him as she followed him. "Everything. You'll need to visit Medical to get that smile off of your face by the time I'm finished with you, human," she said.

Will removed his clothes slowly while his gaze never left her. "I hope so." It was a good thing he had spare uniform, in his haste to remove them he'd ripped the seam on the shirt and broke the zipper on his pants.

Vash put a hand on his bare chest and pushed him back towards the bed as she followed him. "Did I tell you that you could speak?" she asked him.

So this was how it was going to be was it? Fair enough. Will thought as he backed up till his legs hit the bed and fell down upon it. No words, just silence and two very hungry eyes on her frame.

She moved between his legs and looked up at him with a smile before she moved her head down and let her hot breath flow over him. Her pink tongue darted out quickly to taste his skin before she placed her hands on his thighs and pushed them further apart.

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