Post by Nathan Landry on Dec 11, 2016 8:38:42 GMT -8
In hindsight, if Nathan had known a beautiful woman was going to sit next to him and start making doe eyes, he might have picked a less public work space. Like, for instance, his office. He was tucked away behind a bevy of administrative offices, after all, and the chances of somebody bothering him there were incredibly slim. Unfortunately, after some deliberation, he'd decided to stake out one of the communal areas on his deck, more to get away from the solitude of his office and the sheer companionableness of his shared quarters. (Not that he minded having a roommate, necessarily, it was simply that not being in your quarters most of the time wasn't conducive to neatness, and sometimes roommates seemed to take that sort of thing so personally.
The downside of the communal spaces, however, was that when beautiful women--very beautiful women, come to think of it--sidled up and draped themselves over the armchair next to you, it made it rather difficult to focus. He'd been having that problem all morning, truth be told. There had been a strange encounter in the turbolift, with a not very attractive man trying his hardest to...stroke? Nathan's face? and ever since, Nathan couldn't quite seem to focus on the task at hand.
The task at hand, of course, was...well, he couldn't quite seem to remember. She was sitting there, languidly watching him, toying with her lower lip between white teeth, and that was incredibly rude of her, just sitting there.
So, finally, when he couldn't quite manage to ignore her at all, he set his PADD aside and looked at her, leaning toward her. The flick of her eyes against his skin, the way she leaned in, the brush of her fingers against his knee--he was uncomfortably warm, all at once, the depths of him surging up to the surface in breathless, hot abandon.
He spoke, and she spoke, and their words were lost in the fever of the thing. Someone else passed and his eye followed them, momentarily, until they passed out of view and took their beauty with them, leaving only the one beside him. Better than nothing, he supposed.
There was, briefly, when she grabbed him by the hand and they none too gracefully found their way into a dead-end side corridor, a moment where Something clamored for his attention, something that was probably very important. He had lost the ability to care, however, and that was mostly all that mattered.
The downside of the communal spaces, however, was that when beautiful women--very beautiful women, come to think of it--sidled up and draped themselves over the armchair next to you, it made it rather difficult to focus. He'd been having that problem all morning, truth be told. There had been a strange encounter in the turbolift, with a not very attractive man trying his hardest to...stroke? Nathan's face? and ever since, Nathan couldn't quite seem to focus on the task at hand.
The task at hand, of course, was...well, he couldn't quite seem to remember. She was sitting there, languidly watching him, toying with her lower lip between white teeth, and that was incredibly rude of her, just sitting there.
So, finally, when he couldn't quite manage to ignore her at all, he set his PADD aside and looked at her, leaning toward her. The flick of her eyes against his skin, the way she leaned in, the brush of her fingers against his knee--he was uncomfortably warm, all at once, the depths of him surging up to the surface in breathless, hot abandon.
He spoke, and she spoke, and their words were lost in the fever of the thing. Someone else passed and his eye followed them, momentarily, until they passed out of view and took their beauty with them, leaving only the one beside him. Better than nothing, he supposed.
There was, briefly, when she grabbed him by the hand and they none too gracefully found their way into a dead-end side corridor, a moment where Something clamored for his attention, something that was probably very important. He had lost the ability to care, however, and that was mostly all that mattered.