Trojan Horse #72 & #73 "Waiting."


[Crew Quarters]

Hannah hummed happily to herself as she strolled down the corridor to her quarters. While the encounter with the XO on the Bridge had been fun, she decided it was probably best if she changed out of her rather distracting apparel. She opened the door, and stepped inside. "Greetings, Hannah." Sulan said from the darkness. "I trust your day went well."

"Jeez Sules!" Hannah started. "You nearly gave me a heart-attack!" She turned around. "Give a girl some warning, will ya? I was just about to strip off."

"You may continue to 'strip off' if you like. Your nudity would not offend me." She said in her usual dry tone. "Lights." She said and the room came up to full brightness. Sulan sat in Hannah's chair with her hands folded serenely in her lap.

"Huh." Hannah laughed. "I bet it wouldn't." She walked over to the closet, removing her clothes as she went. "So how long have you been here?" "Forty-five minutes by my estimation. I find the layout of your quarters quite fascinating." She pauses slightly. "I'd started to replicate a meal for you, but my knowledge of your food preferences is somewhat limited." "Given that the last thing you replicated for me sent me rushing to the bathroom, that's probably a good thing." Hannah said. "Which reminds me," she said, as she removed her underwear, "this thing is still here." She pointed at the handprint dyed onto her rear end. "Yes." Sulan said simply. "I wondered why you had not sought revenge for that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "I had found our little practical joke war quite... stimulating." "There was kind of this whole Mirror Universe jobbie." Hannah grinned. "Besides, I kinda like it. I think it compliments my buttocks, don't you think?"

Sulan tilted her head, unsure of how to answer that. "I nearly replicated protein packs for you, before realizing that humans prefer food for it's flavor rather than for it's nutritional value. Most illogical, to be sure."

"Sulan." Hannah sighed, shaking her head. "That was the point where you supposed to say I had a nice butt." She shrugged. "Now I have to sulk for a while before you coax me out of it."

"Ah, I see. Forgive me. Human social nuance is still somewhat beyond me."

"Ahem." Hannah coughed, raising her eyebrows suggestively. : "Yes? Do you require something, Hannah?" Sulan asked, still not sure what she was hinting at.

"Never mind, Sulan." Hannah sighed, pulling on her uniform. "Just come over here and cuddle for a bit."

"Ah... Yes, of course... You had but to ask." Sulan stood and walked over to her, embracing her tenderly as they lay together.

"You know, we're really going to have to work on this whole relationship thing, Sules." Hannah said, as she snuggled. "I like to be spoilt."

"Hmmm... I had not known cellular necrosis was a sexual fetish." she said as she kissed her on the forehead.

"Huh? Oh, no...I mean I like to be pampered - you know, looked after. Made to feel special." Hannah said, snuggling closer.

"Interesting. I would gladly slaughter a battalion of enemy for your sake. There is no one whom I would kill for more quickly than you."

"Huh." Hannah said. "I was thinking more like breakfast in bed, special know...nice stuff."

"Special favors? In what sense? Murder and assault will be hard to cover up. Though if your referring to smuggling, that's another matter."

Hannah sighed once more, and whispered something in Sulan's ear.

"Oh..." Sulan said simply, and turned to kiss her.

"Mmmm..." Hannah said happily as she kissed Sulan. "Just you remember that, OK?"

"Understood." Sulan hesitated before asking her question. "Tell me about your family, Hannah."

"My family?" Hannah said, surprised by the question. "What do you want to know?"

"All that you care to tell at this time."

"Well, my mother was Bajoran." Hannah said, casting her mind back. "I never really knew her all that well before she died. After that there was just me and my Dad - I never really knew anyone else in our family. My Dad was always very ambitious, and he...well, I'm not ashamed to say that he used me. I'm very attractive, and as a child, I would charm female superiors, and his bosses' wives, so they would be more amenable to his schemes. As I got older and started to blossom, I learned how to flirt, and use my body as a weapon. I would...well, I would tease old men into doing whatever I wanted them to do, or rather what my father wanted them to do. I always figured he was just ambitious, though. It wasn't until halfway through my academy time that I discovered he'd been selling secrets to the enemy all along. When he was arrested, I was...well I didn't know what to think. I still don't - I haven't seen him since."

Sulan nods silently. "I can understand your questioning the things your thought to be true about your life. What you thought to be an absolute, was not so. I felt something similar at that age."

"Really?" Hannah said, intrigued.

"Yes." Sulan disengaged herself from Hannah and moved to the replicator, ordering two cups of Vulcan tea. She moved back to Hannah, and handed her a cup.

Hannah took a sip, and promptly spat it out. "Sules, this is disgusting!" She suddenly realized how lacking in tact that statement had been. "I's not really my thing, y'know?"

"Ah." Sulan sipped her tea serenely. "A pity. It's very healthy."

"Yeah, so's broccoli." Hannah said, making a face. "You're not doing a good job of spoiling me Sulan."

"What would you suggest, then?"

Hannah checked the time. <I got time.> She thought happily to herself. "Oh no, no, no, no, Sules - no cheating. You gotta come up with it all by yourself." Sulan relaxes, having dodged a tender subject, earlier. "Hmmm.... "She moved to Hannah once again, setting down the tea.

<Well, at least it doesn't involve tea.> Hannah thought whimsically, as the much larger Vulcan lady approached.

"Perhaps this is more to your liking?" She presses a certain pressure point on Hannah gently as she kissed her lips.

"Mmmm..." Hannah smiled as she engaged in the kiss. "Keep it coming..."

"Of course..." She said quietly as her hands moved over Hannah's body.

"Damn!" Hannah swore as her commbadge beeped.: Reluctantly she disengaged from Sulan.

"They're playing my song." She sighed. "Hold those thoughts." Sulan nodded, not giving voice to her disappointment.

Hannah backed out of the room, straightening her uniform as she did so. "Later, I promise."

"Understood." Sulan said as she watched her go.


A joint post by:

Telek Sulan Chief Security Officer USS Pegasus


Hannah O'Driscoll Chief Tactical Officer USS Pegasus