bakerstreet | Forget adventure. Starfleet is all about romance.

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DIVISIONS
01. COMMAND ★
02. SCIENCES ◎ incl. MEDICAL ✚
03. OPERATIONS ▼

PROMPTS
01. HQ/ACADEMY; Planetside in San Francisco. Ah, home! Get a beer, go to a meeting, it's good to have dirt under your feet. Isn't it? Meet someone new and have fun while off-duty!
02. YEOMAN LIFE; The Captain or Commander needs to sign off for something. You're their newly assigned yeoman, try to make a good first impression! ... And fail because your crush is starting to show.
03. AFTERMATH; Red alert is over (thank goodness!) but you were injured during the attack. The person that saved you was very professional and now you want to thank them ... in your own way.
04. MISSION; For whatever reason, you don't want that person to go down to the planet and damn the consequences if they can't understand why.
05. SYSTEM FAILURE; There are only so many ways to fuck up on a starship but you somehow managed it in front of the one person you wanted to impress. Is it a personal or public matter? Never mind, the humiliation is absolute.
06. TIME AND PLACE; Turbo-lifts, corridors, medical wings, shuttle bays. Who cares that you're on duty! Your shifts keep alternating and right now you can't keep your hands off that special someone when you might not see them again for days.
07. BITTERSWEET; One of you is safe, the other is not. Say goodbye to your lover because space is Disease and Danger wrapped up in Darkness and Silence.
08. AMBASSADOR; Maybe you're not a member of the Federation's Starfleet contingent at all! Are you a visiting dignitary? How exciting. And is everyone on this ship that cute?
09. VIEW-SCREEN; Though you may be light-years apart, technology keeps the romance strong.
10. SEX POLLEN; The oldest space-trope of all and a certifiable classic. Good luck getting it out of your system without a little help.
11. CLOSE QUARTERS; Sonics are down and filtration systems are on a conservation order until you reach the next starbase for repairs. Conserve water the old way and share a shower.
12. SECURITY BREACH; With the ship on lock-down you are trapped together in a single room and can't get out. Engineering reports that the doors will open in an hour, so there is no need to panic. In fact, this is the perfect opportunity to get to know your fellow detainee.
13. THE CONN; You have it! Now all you need is someone in your lap to share it.
14. XENO-KINK; Because everybody has one in space.
15. AYE, SIR; Power-play. Who said you were dismissed, officer?

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I suppawse I could.

[Leaning in just a tiny bit]

And again with the cat thing.

[There's an eager and nervous sort of twitch to his smile as he leans as well, nose bumping against hers.]

I do hate to tell you that the cat thing is simply part of me. You're going to have to deal with it.

[She just barely brushes her lips against his]

[Soft and warm with crackling reds and blues, one set of fingers slide up along her shoulder to curl around the back of her neck.]

Then you're going to have to deal with the two thing.

Meowbe. Meowbe.

[She purrs, tilting her head into it. Oh she likes that.]

Heh. There we go.

[He finally leans into press their lips together, keeping it soft and slow. Now that they're awake and sober, he plans on actually sort of savoring this.]

[She's about to reply, ask if she did it right, but he's kissing her and well, there are more important things than teasing an Art.

Not very many but some.

Soft and slow is nice, calm, feels less rushed and more real than last night, for all of its intensity. She's not plagued with the lingering doubts. She giggles]

I'm kissing a floating troll.

[He snorts a little at her words.]

Thith can't really be the firtht time ou've banged a telekinetic.

Wow, I don't have a checklist. I bang who I want and you're my furst telekinetic. Enjoy mystifying my lowly and uninitiated to your tricks self.

I'm going to blow your poor little uninitiated mind, then. Firtht trick-

[And then the psionics are gently pulling her upwards, closer to him.]

Getting uth into the thower.

[When she feels her feet leave the ground, she squeaks in a way that clearly says she's not sure about this floating business. It's interesting, but also new and new things are clearly to be regarded with suspicion.

Unless they are cute.]

Oh--well them mister psionic, regale me with your tricks.

[The squeaking just earns one of his trademark obnoxious sniggers, and he wraps his arms around her waist like that might help at all.]

One at a time. I don't think you could handle all of them yet.

[He pushes off away from her recuperacoon with the tip of one foot, letting himself drift lazily off towards the other room.]

Hey I resent that implication.

[The sensation of floating AND moving is odd enough that she falters. Well, the visual of moving and floating, since there's very little sensation to the movement, just suddenly not being in the space she was in.]

Yeah, yeah.

[He just keeps them moving, but his fingers start to tap nervously on her skin as he settles his feet down onto the floor of the bathroom.]

...Wath it that weird?

[She paused, waiting to speak until her feet are both on the ground]

Weird yes, not a bad weird though. I could get used to it. Better than swimming.

Anything ith better than thwimming. Now come on. [He shoves her towards the shower.] In we go.

I had to learn, Fefe--Empress wouldn't stop begging me until I did. I'm pretty good now so I didn't mean this was bad, I purrfur it--

[She stumbles, giving him a look over her shoulder. Sticking her tongue out, she steps inside]

Wow, what a pain in the ath.

[Seadwellers continue to remain bossy, news at 11.]

[He steps in after her with only a second of hesitation, leaning over her to fiddle with everything.]

Hope you don't mind hot ath hell.

Like I said, you'd like her if you met her. She can be bossy but she's an Empress, she's supposed to be.

[She shrugs, finding the soap and washcloth] Hot is good.

Nah.

[And with that idle disagreement, he turns on the water and makes a low pleased hum as it rains out all pleasant heat on his skin.]

You don't know.

[She jumps a bit, but the heat is nice. Hotter than it is for him but she could deal with it]

You're just disagreeing fur the sake of it.

I'm not. I jutht am never going to meet the ruler of all trollkind, tho I'm never going to get an ocular-full of what the fith ith like, tho I can be quite thecure in my decithion.

[He puts his face right into the spray, letting his head get soaked completely.]

Not to mention I will never trutht anything that came from the ocean.

I'm her personal ambassador, if you become a quadrant, you just might.

[When he looks more like a drowned rat than a troll, she nudges him out of the way to wet down her substansial amount of hair. Hope he's ready to wait]

And fish are delicious. I will trust that every night.

[Awwww. But he guesses he can be patient.]

[...Mostly because-]

Fish are deliciouth, huh?

...[She runs her hands through her hair and raises her eyebrows]

Fish--not fish trolls Artolo.

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