Post by Lt Comm. Bernard Osler-Drew on Jun 1, 2015 7:49:50 GMT -8
"You see to the drinks, and I'll see to the food. Dessert as well."
"Mm," he acknowledged with distraction as she slid away with his brown eyes following until she'd completely disappeared before getting to the appointed task at hand. Auri had a plan for everything. That's exactly how he'd remembered her being.
"My plans for the evening only include spending time with you, though, perhaps next time we could try to prepare a meal together."
Aurora's words floated to him like a pleasant perfume causing his lips to curl with amusement but it came and left as quickly as the bubbles popping in their freshly refilled flutes. Like so many things between them Bernard had thought he'd known what she'd meant so when she returned he was as cool as he ever was, confident and proper while he presented Auri with her fizz filled glass.
Their brief exchange offered very little warning, nor did the whisper of fabric caressing her skin before pooling to the floor.
The vision before his eyes reminded him of a song about a siren, something about warming the bed and promises of kisses with delicate piano crescendos and some steady drum rhythm, but he was robbed of his cleverness as Auri stepped closer. He was painfully aware that he was staring, wrapped around her littlest finger but he wanted more- as hot blooded as that might have sounded, especially for the soft spoken doctor.
Bernard nearly threw the champagne flutes into the wall in his rush to free his hands so that he could pull his tie loose, capturing her with a passionate embrace. Dinner could wait, dessert could wait, the clinic could wait, and Starfleet could wait because right now nothing else mattered.
Bernard woke up feeling mildly hungover, dehydrated more than likely, feeling equal parts tired and lazy as he rubbed his eyes after freeing them from the wad of sheets covering their bodies before getting up to play hide and seek with his clothes. He was quieter than a church mouse as he found each piece, frowning at the wrinkles. What time was it?
Mostly dressed he looked at Aurora and sat next to her, his weight on the bed making his presence obvious. "Auri," he said quietly before spotting his tie just above her head. Bernard clicked his tongue after a quick inspection of the fabric. It'd been pulled and strained with a tear right in the middle after the evening's misuse making it unwearable for the trip back to the Talon so he unceremoniously wrapped it around his fingers and shoved it into his suit jacket, patting the lump flat as he dared speak her name again. "Auri." Lot's of young men wore their suits without a tie, maybe no one would notice although his hair refused to cooperate so it was all wishful thinking, really.
"I hadn't planned for," he cleared his throat as he bent over to slip on his shoes- he didn't elaborate on the feelings about what had happened but did he need to with a small grin on his face? "I'm due back in Sick Bay as I did not, tja..." the man sighed, "I did not take full advantage of available shore leave." Of course he hadn't. There were too many responsibilities, too many reckless ensigns putting their noses where it didn't belong and ending up on limited duty for their troubles, plus all the work it took to settle the infirmary before they shoved off again- although that task was less trouble as Grace was so diligent about their inventory.
Bernard knew he was doing that thing he often did where he started talking a little too much, perhaps a habit that stemmed from having so many one sided conversations, but he tried to slow himself down a little bit as he got up and replicated them both a glass of cool water, setting Auri's on the night stand next to her bed. Maybe he just didn't want to have the 'goodbye' conversation where things were drawn out, awkward, undefined, and overly hopeful or unrealistic and such chatter prevented those words from starting.
"My watch is missing. If you find it," he let the sentence linger, unsure of where that topic was going. Send it back? Keep it? It didn't matter either. He cleared his throat again, hating the feeling growing in his chest like a balloon about to burst.
This was better than last time, wasn't it?
Bernard looked over Aurora again as though to memorize her. "Next time," if such a time existed for them, "we shall have dinner." He offered her a small smile and a chuckle before kissing her forehead tenderly. "I shall see myself out."
He mustered his courage and strode to the door with confidence, turning around to take one last look hoping she could translate it somehow, and left.
TAG: @auri
END: Bernard
"Mm," he acknowledged with distraction as she slid away with his brown eyes following until she'd completely disappeared before getting to the appointed task at hand. Auri had a plan for everything. That's exactly how he'd remembered her being.
"My plans for the evening only include spending time with you, though, perhaps next time we could try to prepare a meal together."
Aurora's words floated to him like a pleasant perfume causing his lips to curl with amusement but it came and left as quickly as the bubbles popping in their freshly refilled flutes. Like so many things between them Bernard had thought he'd known what she'd meant so when she returned he was as cool as he ever was, confident and proper while he presented Auri with her fizz filled glass.
Their brief exchange offered very little warning, nor did the whisper of fabric caressing her skin before pooling to the floor.
The vision before his eyes reminded him of a song about a siren, something about warming the bed and promises of kisses with delicate piano crescendos and some steady drum rhythm, but he was robbed of his cleverness as Auri stepped closer. He was painfully aware that he was staring, wrapped around her littlest finger but he wanted more- as hot blooded as that might have sounded, especially for the soft spoken doctor.
Bernard nearly threw the champagne flutes into the wall in his rush to free his hands so that he could pull his tie loose, capturing her with a passionate embrace. Dinner could wait, dessert could wait, the clinic could wait, and Starfleet could wait because right now nothing else mattered.
***Privacy Screen**
Bernard woke up feeling mildly hungover, dehydrated more than likely, feeling equal parts tired and lazy as he rubbed his eyes after freeing them from the wad of sheets covering their bodies before getting up to play hide and seek with his clothes. He was quieter than a church mouse as he found each piece, frowning at the wrinkles. What time was it?
Mostly dressed he looked at Aurora and sat next to her, his weight on the bed making his presence obvious. "Auri," he said quietly before spotting his tie just above her head. Bernard clicked his tongue after a quick inspection of the fabric. It'd been pulled and strained with a tear right in the middle after the evening's misuse making it unwearable for the trip back to the Talon so he unceremoniously wrapped it around his fingers and shoved it into his suit jacket, patting the lump flat as he dared speak her name again. "Auri." Lot's of young men wore their suits without a tie, maybe no one would notice although his hair refused to cooperate so it was all wishful thinking, really.
"I hadn't planned for," he cleared his throat as he bent over to slip on his shoes- he didn't elaborate on the feelings about what had happened but did he need to with a small grin on his face? "I'm due back in Sick Bay as I did not, tja..." the man sighed, "I did not take full advantage of available shore leave." Of course he hadn't. There were too many responsibilities, too many reckless ensigns putting their noses where it didn't belong and ending up on limited duty for their troubles, plus all the work it took to settle the infirmary before they shoved off again- although that task was less trouble as Grace was so diligent about their inventory.
Bernard knew he was doing that thing he often did where he started talking a little too much, perhaps a habit that stemmed from having so many one sided conversations, but he tried to slow himself down a little bit as he got up and replicated them both a glass of cool water, setting Auri's on the night stand next to her bed. Maybe he just didn't want to have the 'goodbye' conversation where things were drawn out, awkward, undefined, and overly hopeful or unrealistic and such chatter prevented those words from starting.
"My watch is missing. If you find it," he let the sentence linger, unsure of where that topic was going. Send it back? Keep it? It didn't matter either. He cleared his throat again, hating the feeling growing in his chest like a balloon about to burst.
This was better than last time, wasn't it?
Bernard looked over Aurora again as though to memorize her. "Next time," if such a time existed for them, "we shall have dinner." He offered her a small smile and a chuckle before kissing her forehead tenderly. "I shall see myself out."
He mustered his courage and strode to the door with confidence, turning around to take one last look hoping she could translate it somehow, and left.
TAG: @auri
END: Bernard