Post # 12: From the Admiral Busted Relicator Thingie

By:
Lt. Tri Alsa Qira

Tri sat on the edge of the seat in her office and continued her report. She had just finished her workout on the holodeck but she still felt as though she should head back and get some work done. She wasn't feeling as tired as she should have been. No matter how much reading she tried getting done, she thought of Kalder and what he was doing. Maybe she shouldn't put too much stock in him because he was so far away. He was so - so - warrior-esque and she was so stubborn. She knew they couldn't work out but images of his wall of a chest flash through her head and she remembered how hard he had felt when she had kissed his cheek. She had braced the tips of her fingers against him.

At that moment she wanted him to hold her. She sighed and melted backwards into her chair with her eyes closed. What would it feel like to have a man such as Kalder? Would he be gentle, rough? Would he kiss her eye lids while she slept? Would he ever tell her he loved her? Klingons were known to be unloveable, hard, cold. Could he smile at her under the dark QonoS sky?

Tri cleared her throat and pushed forward in her seat. Her body tingled sweetly from her thoughts and she had to fight not to run home and call Kalder. She struggled with not waiting until it was late on his planet and call him just so he would answer shirtless once more. She had to be good. She had to try and forget him. She had to---

"This is dumb," Tri frowned. "You are way too old to have crushes."

She walked to the replicator and stood there, "Ice-crean...chocolate."

What came out was a bowl of brown liquid, "damn it to Zliak," she swore. She dropped the bowl against the replicator and watched it disappeared. Her communication console beeped and she arched a brow, "oh you may have one the battle," she threatened the replicator, "but I will win the war..."

Tri dove for the communicator, "Yes? Go ahead."

"Ah Lt. there is a message for you from Fleet Admiral Adam Drakes."

"Oh!" Tri gasped and flailed happily. "Put him through please."

She sat back and when the starfleet insignia disappeared, the handsome face of Adam Drake popped on, "Adam! or should I say, Admiral?"

"Oh Tri you look as lovely as ever," he beamed at her. He wasn't as old as the other Admirals but then again he was somewhat of a genius. "You can call me whatever you wish."

"Oh flatery dear, Adam," Tri batted a wrist at him. "Is this a social call or a fleet call?"

"Must you always think foul of me, Tri Alsa Qira?"

Tri chuckled and leant forward, "well, prove me wrong. Business or pleasure."

Adam wrinkled his nose at her that caused Tri to laugh, "pleasure. I am calling in to ask when you will be in Britian again. I would like you to come over for a spot of tea. it has been ages since I've seen you."

"I miss you too, Adam," Tri sighed. "But alas, I was just posted on board the USS Silor as their Cheif Security officer. I don't know when I will get some time off."

"Well, I have some time off," Adam spoke, "and I have it on good authority that your captain is due for some as well. I believe he will be taking it. Would you like me to come along?"

"Oh Adam! Would you?" Tri flailed happily.

"But of course," Adam s miled. His lips curled up sexily to one side. "I shall speak with your captain and let you know."

"Thanks Adam. It will be like old times," Tri beamed.

"That is what I am counting on, farewell."

Tri waved and the screen went back to the starfleet insignia. She squeel, jumped and clicked her heels then went back to work on the replicator, "oh, you're going down!" she smirked.