Marks of distinction

Posted on Wed Feb 21st, 2018 @ 1:33am by

842 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: The Emerald Road
Location: Crew Quarters
Timeline: Current

Acacia contemplated the activities of the last couple of days, in the relative privacy of her quarters. On this huge battleship, there was plenty of crew quarters, so there was no one here to share her space. Being on the off shift on the Array had been the only thing that made working on the array and sharing her space with 3 other ladies bearable. They were almost never around when Acacia was, so that she could have privacy. Stripping off her uniform and dropping it piece by piece into the recycler, her thoughts once more returned to one Lieutenant Coloniel Frost.

Turning slightly she viewed herself in the mirror and smiled at the bruises on her hips and the livid bite mark that was just covered by her uniform. Throwing her purple curls off it, she caressed the bite mark, tracing the edge with one long painted fingernail. She would be sad to see it fade, because then she would be no longer marked by the powerful marine. Her mind drifted back to his words 'no girl, just the green' and she sighed deeply. Maybe he didn't want a girl, but he certainly gave her the best of himself that night.

His back was probably in a similar state. The thought of that, and the memory of the look in his eyes as they traveled in the shuttle together brought a wicked chuckle to her lips. She was surprised honestly that she'd not ended up in bed again with him after the stunt she pulled on board the shuttle. She'd gone straight on duty and so had he- so it wasn't like either one would have had time for a dalliance at that time.

It was one of many things that she wondered at the moment, stepping into the shower trying to shake away thoughts of her Marine? Stop it, for all you know all he wants is a lay periodically. Though he had indicated to her that there might be more to his interest than just sex appeal. It was almost embarrassing, for a girl who so cherished her freedom to be so taken by a marine she'd met only twice. Yet here she was fantasizing about him while she showered.

Impossible. You're reading too much into a fling. What was also impossible was the idea that he might want more from her than what they've already shared. But he'd said differently. and even thinking about him made her want to curl up by his side. She however didn't think of herself as really being lovable, merely an object. She grown up feeling like she was more an object to be cherished and displayed when people were around- and pushed aside when they weren't. Acacia had never once been treated as an actual person with interests all her own. Her parents abuse of her had never gone away fully from her mind. That was the one reason that she was utterly fanatical about keeping her implant up-to-date, she didn't want to start a family by accident and have the same psychosis that came over her parents to come over her. If she were to ever have a child, she would want that child to be its own person whatever that might be. Her hands moved on autopilot as she washed from head to toe.

Occasionally she would wince as she came across a bruise or a spot left sore by the tender ministrations of her Marine. There's that possessive again. He's not yours. He's 'married' to the corps and he's not going to want you by his side. Stop dreaming that he is. There were no easy answers here, merely more questions for her to contemplate and perhaps talk to him about. Discarding that idea offhand, because of the fear the idea of such a conversation raised in her she instead rinsed the soap from her body contemplating one dark purple curl. Maybe it was time to change her hair color. She simply stood in the hot water for a while, enjoying the sound it made as it hit the floor around her and the way it soothes the pains in her muscles away. It was something of a luxury to have an actual water shower, and she reveled in the ability to do that on a warship. The array had not been outfitted in such a fashion. A bathtub would be the ultimate in luxury. A smile stretched her lips, showing a flash of white teeth. After a while she examined her fingertips and found them pruny which meant she'd been lazy long enough. Turning off the water and wrapping herself in a fluffy towel- she walked to her bag and undid the zip. Acacia's face was a study in puzzlement as she stared at the olive green shirt that she withdrew where her bra was supposed to be.

"Shit!"

"Inquiry not understood please repeat." the soft voice of the computer chimed.

"Location of Lieutenant Coloniel Frost?"


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Lieutenant Acacia Thomas
Surgeon
USS Dreadnought

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