Dinner and Kisses, Oh My

Posted on Fri Feb 3rd, 2023 @ 8:07am by Lieutenant Ramat'iklan & Lieutenant Paisley P'rar

5,725 words; about a 29 minute read

Mission: No One Gets Left Behind
Location: Paisley's Quarters

Dark gray shirt, dark gray pants and shoes... and fiery orange Kinaa in his arms, happily purring as her master walked down the hallway to the chief of science's quarters. They must've looked so odd together - but he didn't care at all. The invite had requested her presence and he was only happy to oblige.

The pair would arrive at Paisley's quarters soon enough and chime the doorbell...

In her quarters, Paisley was rushing around. She had changed out of her uniform and into a casual but nice outfit, and put her hair down. At work, she usually wore her inky hair back, in a bun or braid, to keep it out of the way, but on her own time, she liked to wear it down, brushed into soft waves and shiny. She was wearing khaki colored hip hugger pants, and a soft, pink, striped sweater. She was also trying to cook and organize her space-she wasn't messy, but she had a few things lying around that she had been working on. She went from pan to living area, stirring, and sorting, then back and so forth. She was oddly nervous, but she wasn't sure why. Suddenly, the chime rang. Oh, that was Ramat! She ran to the door, and opened it, smiling. "HEY!! Come on in." She stepped back and let them both in, reaching out for Kinaa. She was developing a liking for the animal. "You're right on time!! How does Hekant sound?" She had brought some with her when she'd come; the same friend who'd procured her escape pod from Cardassia Prime was ALSO her source for Hekant and various supplies she wanted. "Make yourself comfortable." She placed the cat carefully back into his arms.

Ramat'iklan handed over the orange kitten, who purred and seemed content in her master's friend's arms. "Hekant sounds amazing. I look forward to seeing how you make it." He said, walking through the door into her living room. "You look good. Much happier." He commented as he passed her and gave her a pat on the shoulder. "I see you have settled in well. How do you like having a senior officer's quarters all to yourself?" He settled down on her sofa with his burly arms folded. "I imagine all the extra space must feel good to have. Until now I still feel like my quarters are a bit too small." She smiled and nodded.

"Yes. It's a bit much, just for me. I am used to smaller places from the Romulan warbird. Sleeping on the Bridge, and all, because there was six of us, and then after that, on the space station, they had the single officers in two-person rooms. I DO kind of miss having another person to talk to." She held up her hand. "Gotta check that." She went to the kitchenette, and peeked in on the rabbit, stewing away in the pot. It smelled good! "I am doing a stew of sorts. A bit of the Hekant, some of the vegetables from Cardassia, as well as Terran carrots, and potatoes. I put a bit of their noodles, too. I like the macaroni type." She continued. "Your quarters are homey, and warm." She said, with a shrug.

"As are yours." Ramat'iklan replied, walking up behind her to peer into the pot at its contents. He had expressed interest in learning Cardassian cuisine after all and there were truly no better teachers than Cardassians when it came to their food. Or part Cardassians, he supposed, with Paisley. "This smells delicious, by the way. I cannot ever figure out why my Cardassian dishes always smell rancid." Kinaa mewled and sat down within a safe distance of both Paisley and Ramat'iklan. Perhaps she was used to seeing her master prepare food, and that staying anywhere near the big metal cylinders and heat that he used was bad. What a clever cat.

She shrugged. “Do you prepare the meat for cooking before hand? In the morning, I like to pound it a little, then let it soak in a mixture of vinegar or lemon juice and some type of dairy product. I used yogurt today.” She continued. “And of course, you need Kardasi spices! The Terran ones won’t do; they’re far too bitter.” She moved over a little. “So far, I’ve only just browned it. What would you do next?” Teaching by doing was how Paisley operated, usually. She noticed that Kinaa had curled up on the floor, close by but not too close. “You can have some, too, Kitty.”

"Somewhat. I suspect I always pound it far too thin, however." Ramat'iklan responded. "What should I do after browning... transfer the meat to a plate and add vegetables to the same pot?" That was what he'd done when making chicken stew for the first time, anyway - surely most stews and such followed the same concept in their preparation, even many, many light years away from Earth on Cardassia.

Her hair looked oddly dark-colored tonight, and it looked good on her, he thought. What a weird thought.

Paisley nodded. "Yes. That's what I would do. Then add a liquid of your choice-sometimes I use water, sometimes ale-and let that cook for awhile until the vegetables are soft to your liking, then add the meat back after you cube it. Cook it another ten minutes or so. I add the herbs at the end for freshness." She went on. "It's important to not make it TOO thin. I'd say only go for a few whacks at it. It just needs to be even in size. You're not poaching it!" She laughed a little. "How was your day?" It was time to get to the good stuff. They were fast reconnecting, and Paisley didn't mind. She wasn't sure what she felt yet, if anything, she just knew that Ramat'iklan was on her mind. A LOT.

"My day was normal. Which is to say it was largely uneventful." Ramat'iklan brought up his holo-PADD and typed down notes. Yep, preparing this dish was basically the same as cooking any other type of stew, even those from Earth. Brown meat, set aside, cook some vegetables in liquid, add the meat back in, cook some more. Easy enough. He'd have to make it himself again one day. "How about you? How are you adjusting to your duties as chief science officer?"

She shrugged as she started to chop vegetables-some tuber types that were native to Cardassia, but also some Terran types. "Busy. Being a department head has more paperwork than I expected and....politics, too." She made a face. "I just want to study chemistry, maybe publish a paper or two. I don't care about duty schedules or who the Admiral is mad at this month." She sighed. "Somedays, I wonder if it was a mistake. All of it. My life, up until now."

"Have you made meaningful connections walking this path that you are? Done things you like? Are you happy where you currently are, in your present duty post?" Ramat'iklan asked. He'd come to stand besides her, mere inches away. "If so, then your life cannot possibly be a mistake. If you are fulfilled, why do you question your fortune? Seize it and make it yours." He said plainly.

She stared at him for a minute. "I suppose you're right. I AM happy here. Especially now, with you." It came out in a tone she wasn't really sure of, and felt herself blush. It made her grey toned skin turn muddy for a moment; something he might miss if he wasn't looking. "Anyway. For dessert, I was thinking of replicating some ice cream. What flavor do you want? Plain vanilla is definitely the best to me." She flipped a bit of hair over her shoulder, and then turned her blue eyes to him.

If the slight darkening of her complexion didn't alert him, the words she uttered did - not in a bad way, however. Ramat'iklan seemed unphased by it, however. "Strawberry. With chocolate sauce." He responded. Yep, strawberry was the favorite flavor of a genetically engineered reptilian soldier from the Dominion. He'd been judged from it once or twice - but who were others to judge when their own favorite flavors were far more outlandish? Picking up Kinaa from the floor he moved her to the sofa so that she wouldn't be stepped on, and rejoined her at the kitchen counter. "Do you need help with anything?"

"Eww, strawberry?! Really?... And yes. If you can stir what's in the pot, that'd be good. Anyway. Luckily, we can replicate all the flavors. Do you know some people like weird things, like nut flavors?" She made a face as if to say "ew." "What about strawberry is appealing to a lizard man from the deep recesses of space, anyway??"

"I don't know. I simply like it." Ramat'iklan responded, moving to take the handle of the spoon and stir the contents of the pot with it. "I don't see myself judging you for your preferences in food. Why would you start now? I think nut flavors are quite nice, by the way, such as the one humans call peanut butter. Peanut butter itself has an odd consistency to me, but I think it tastes delicious. Especially when spread thickly on bread." He refused to tell her that he sometimes had that for breakfast paired with grape jam - which apparently humans had liked way before he'd taken a shine to it. It wasn't the most baddass or tough thing, but he knew that people usually didn't get too judgmental over his preferences.

She was pushing him because...well. She didn't know. She just sighed. "I just thought a guy like you might be into something stronger flavored, like...rum raisin or something." She chuckled a little. "One of the Romulans tried making it with Romulan Ale once. Didn't go well, and tasted worse." She laughed fully. T'vek had been SO confused as to the flavor-the consistency had been ok- slightly looser than traditional ice cream, but it didn't taste good. "That's all. I am just teasing you. You are allowed to like what you like. I DO like peanut butter, sometimes. I also like chocolate." She was done chopping, and brought the vegetables over. "Be careful, I am going to pour these in." It was nice; cooking together like this. She tried again, one more time, to see if he'd flirt back. "But do you like that Terran jelly crap with your peanut butter? Or BANANAS??"

"Yes. I do like jelly. I still struggle to see how bananas can be as appealing as they are to eat, but I do like them." Ramat'iklan raised an eyebrow. "Judging from your tone of voice I gather you don't like either of them. Maybe you haven't eaten enough of either of those things to discover just how delicious they can be. For instance bananas make excellent pancakes simply crushed up and cooked on a griddle with flour." He stood aside as she dumped the vegetables in to be cooked, not wanting to be scalded with hot water. It'd happened a few times, and was never pleasant. "Maybe we should have pancakes for dessert, possibly with bananas as a topping, and you'll see, hmm?"

She shook her head. "Both are too sweet for my tongue," she said. "And bananas look awful to eat. Inevitably, one of the Terrans makes an innuendo of some kind." She laughed. "I suppose they do look rather like humanoid anatomy, though I don't understand why it's funny." To her, they were just kind of....bad texture. "Pancakes? For dessert?" She considered for a moment. "I'd rather do the ice cream, I think." Their hands brushed as she attended to the vegetables, and she blushed again. God. She needed to pull herself together. It was JUST Ramat. She was acting like a schoolgirl. "Ok, that has to cook for ten minutes. Let's see what Kinaa is doing?" She led him to the couch with his left hand.

"Pancakes and ice cream. Some Terrans eat that for dessert with maple syrup. We can have vanilla and strawberry." Ramat'iklan didn't seem to mind as she took his hand and led him to the couch. For someone with her physiology her hand was surprisingly warm - odd that she'd inherited that mammalian trait from her mother. He sat down on the sofa with her and patted Kinaa, who opened one eye and purred at him. "You'll like it. Trust me. Perhaps you'll even get past the banana texture, hmmm?"

She settled in next to him, a little closer than last time. He was much larger than she; obviously, the Jem'Hadar allowed to live were all males, and, as a general rule, males of all species were larger than females. He took up most of the space. "I suppose we can try it. I should try new things. Or so I've been told." She smiled a little at Kinaa, but was a bit unsure about what to do with her hands. She suddenly felt a bit self-conscious, like she was trying to not draw attention to herself. Finally, she settled on laying them on her lap, nonchalantly. "How long does she sleep, anyway," Paisley asked, indicating the sleeping kitten. An itch in her side caused her to move lean towards him more so she could scratch at it. Damn it. Her hand landed on his thigh after, as she tried to right herself from falling off the couch with a laugh. "I promise I didn't have any ale yet!"

By instinct he moved to grab her and prevent her from falling, holding on to her hips and righting her with ease. "For a very long time." He replied as he did so. "At least twelve hours a day from my experience. The rest of the time she is a thorn in my side. A very fluffy, very affectionate thorn."

Paisley had been showing signs the entire evening. Blushing, getting physically closer to him, even arguing lightly with him the same way Cardassians courted one another, and then the hand on his thigh, which was more likely accidental than not - whether she was conscious of her behavior or not was unclear. Somehow, though, he didn't mind any of it - or that, perhaps, Paisley might just want more out of her rather obvious attraction to him.

"And yes, I know you haven't. I know you are usually more well-coordinated." He said cheekily. "Unless, of course, you actually do fall off sofas by accident on a daily basis."

Paisley laughed, a real laugh. "No, I don't. I did manage to bang my knee on a console in the Astrometrics lab, though, this morning." That hurt. She hadn't been paying attention; walking through the labs reading a file instead of looking where she was going. "Lucky cat. I could stand sleeping for 16 hours." He still held her by her hips and she was losing the battle with her logical mind that was screaming that moving this fast was probably a bad idea. She wasn't really one to listen to her logic, though-she usually operated on instinct and a prayer, instinct being different from logic. And her instinct said that if she wanted something to happen, SHE was going to have to make the move. Without a word more, she leaned in and kissed him-this time, fully on his mouth, her eyes fluttering close.

Now that was something he really, REALLY hadn't expected her to do. Her lips were soft, surprisingly warm and fitted perfectly against his, better than basically any kiss he'd had before, and he found himself leaning in to meet her. By instinct he drew her closer to him by her waist, so that she was practically leaning against his chest. When he next had to come up for air his cheeks felt hot, as did the rest of his body. And he didn't even produce any heat.

"You must have waited a long time to do that." Were the first words out of his mouth.

She smiled. "Really? *THAT'S* your response?" She shook her head, but kissed him again, so he couldn't reply, shifting her body so it was facing his. She wanted to crawl into his lap but that might be going TOO far just yet. Also, where was her taser? And what is that smell? It smelled nice. It was him. Her brain was short-circuiting, and she came up for air once more. "Oh, crap, that's dinner!" She popped to her feet, and went to the kitchen, quickly. She turned the heat to low, and put the meat back in. She set a timer for five minutes-just long enough for it to warm up. Should she go back? Should she just stay in the kitchen, panicking? Her breaths were coming in long, ragged breaths, but after a moment, she calmed down, and returned to his side. "I'm....are you ok?" She was about to apologize, but she wasn't sorry for kissing him.

"Paisley P'rar. You know as well as I do that it will take far more than passionate kisses to injure me." Ramat'iklan deadpanned. His cheeks seemed a little more dark brown than usual; was he blushing? Was he ACTUALLY blushing? He certainly wore a crack of a smile, though, as he gazed upon her with his arms folded. He patted the seat next to him. "You can sit. You cannot hurt me, as much as you think you will." He assured her.

“I meant… emotionally. I think. I mean… is it too much? Too fast?” They’d known each other for years but they had only just reconnected in person. “I.. I…I don’t normally act this brashly.” Her father’s voice was in her head, telling her she was just a dumb girl. He’d never said it to her but it wasn’t outrageous that he’d *thought* it more than once. “Now I’m the one saying dumb things. Do you want to have dinner now, or should we do that again?” She gestured to her face as she spoke; as if saying the word “kissing” was something dirty. She just wanted it to never end; if the universe collapsed into a black hole and they ceased to exist, it would be ok if Ramat was there.

"Come now, Paisley. Like I said. It will take plenty more than passionate, unrestrained kissing to hurt me - you don't have to feel embarrassed about simply asking for it. If you want to kiss me, go ahead." Ramat'iklan stood and took Paisley into his arms. She was warm against his body, comfortingly so, and alive. Which was also comforting to feel. "As for whether it's too much in any other sense - to me? No. I am perfectly alright with it. So come on then, do what you feel you want to do." He chuckled softly.

She leaned into his hug, his words too logical for her jumbled brain to comprehend for a minute. After a single deep inhale, she just nodded, kissing him again, this time, with the full force of her passion and lust behind it. “I… dinner…we…” she was still trying to protest, until she had run out of excuses in her head. Finally, she shut up and just went with it, pressing her hands gently against his chest, to reseat them on the couch, and settled herself in his lap. The last kiss was what her brain needed to turn itself off, apparently.

Ramat'iklan held the kiss for a surprisingly long time with his arms wrapped round her waist holding her close to him. When he finally had to come up for air he smiled a lopsided, wonky smile and said, "Now we can eat dinner. We can do more of... this... afterwards if you wish. I would hate to make you burn your stew before we've eaten it." Somehow he didn't really want to get off the sofa. He could've sat there forever with her in his lap and he'd have been utterly content to simply enjoy her company for the entire night. But hey, the promise of delicious Cardassian food was just somewhat less tempting.

He broke the kiss and she let out a soft sigh. Oh yeah, dinner. Sure enough, the timer dinged. Beneath her body, she felt the excitement he was feeling, and smiled a little. “We both need to calm down, I think,” she said, carefully standing up. She led him to the kitchen, where she served two bowls. “Anything to drink?” She asked. For herself, she chose water. She’d get some wine later, right now, she needed to be sure she was in her full right mind. She served them, and placed a small saucer of the cooked rodent on the floor for the cat. “I hope you enjoy it.” She sat next to him, this time further away than she had been on the couch, and tucked in. She really WAS hungry, actually, and might need a calorie reserve for later, depending on how the evening went. “And you, too, Kinaa.”

The orange ginger tabby sniffed the cooked rodent and began to devour it with gusto. Ramat'iklan tucked in too, spooning stew into his mouth. "Delicious." He remarked. "Better than what I've ever made in terms of Cardassian cuisine. I think I'll follow the steps you took today and make it for you the next time you come to my quarters, see what you think. How about it?" She seemed to have gotten more attractive between him entering her quarters for the night and their first kiss. Maybe it was how she now seemed to positively glow with happiness, or the way her hair had somehow gotten a bit messy and spilled a bit down her shoulders. Attraction was such a weird thing, he thought, and he absolutely didn't care.

The fact that he had said "next time" gave her a little bit of hope that she hadn't ruined their friendship. "That sounds lovely. And thank you; I am glad you like it. It was touch and go there for a minute; I had used a bit of the Hekant earlier this week and wasn't sure there'd be enough for the three of us." On one of her late duty nights, she had pan-fried a small amount with some green salad. Her blue eyes looked at his. "I am glad we could have dinner together TWICE this week!" And for other things, too, but she didn't say that part out loud. She ate a little more; she couldn't hurry it along TOO far, it'd be both obvious and honestly, she needed the meals. Losing weight because she was obsessing about some guy wasn't a good look. "How is Randall? That's your patient you were with, right?" Paisley had heard the stories; she'd only just arrived, sure, but word traveled fast and the girl in Astrometrics had a big mouth.

"She remains... mostly unchanged. I will not reveal any more - the captain was adamant that the details of the project remain confidential." Ramat'ikland deadpanned. "But I will say this: she requires a counsellor, not someone like me who can do very little for her." Kinaa finished her meal of cooked rodent, yawned a toothy feline yawn and padded away, falling asleep under the dining table where it was nice and dark. "We can have dinner like this as often as you like - considering there certainly seems to be some mutual attraction between us, hmm?" He cracked a sly smile at that, small but no less playful.

Paisley nodded. His tone indicated she shouldn't ask any more questions, and she respected that. "I understand. I'd offer myself, but my skills in psychology are mostly limited to my Bajoran side, and it's really just mood shifting. I didn't learn how to read people well." CLEARLY. "I would enjoy having all of my dinners with you when possible. Because yes, I agree, there does seem to be some kind of attraction here." She held his gaze, a moment longer than was socially acceptable but then she shifted in her seat. "Do you want to, um...stay here tonight?" She asked, shyly, then glanced at the table. Kinaa, finished with her treat, had taken refuge in the dark under the table, and fell asleep. "We could kiss a little more. Or...something. Watch a movie. Cuddle. I don't know." She really didn't. All of those, plus more, sounded really nice. "Don't rush your dinner, though!!" She added, with a little chuckle, though she wished he WOULD. "I am off duty tomorrow, but I work the weekend, and fire watch on Saturday night." Just in case he was worried about her being too tired to adequately do her job.

"Why don't we start off with kissing - and then see where that takes us." It was as good an idea as any, he reckoned. He thought she'd certainly like that, and truthfully so would he. "As to staying the night? I would love to stay. I doubt Kinaa will mind, though I don't think she will bother us much." Ramat'iklan finished his dinner somewhat more quickly than usual, cleared and washed his own plate and set it aside. It was only polite after all. "Shall we? The table isn't any place to kiss, is it." He nodded at the sofa with the tiniest smirk on his lips. Half of him expected her to throw caution to the wind for the night and see where her passions took her - if her behavior before dinner had been any indication of her true feelings, that is. Somehow he didn't mind that either.

She smiled. "Sounds like a plan, thanks." She followed him to the kitchen, plate in hand, and washed it carefully. He indicated the couch, and, taking his cue, she nodded, and led him to the couch, gently, carefully, pushing him down and back, and resuming her place on his lap. "Why won't she bother us? Doesn't she sleep with you?" Paisley hoped the cat might join them. It could be comic relief. Before he could answer her, though, she had already leaned in, and was tracing his lips with her finger. Then, she carefully kissed him again, this time, any thoughts of propriety or any objections, gone. It was nice, to let go and let herself FEEL things. She hoped she wouldn't be too forward as she lowered her head to his neck, trailing kisses as she did so.

"She does. On occasion. She is thankfully quite independent..." was all he had time to say before she captured his lips in another kiss, this one somehow more intoxicating and perfect than the last one. He shivered as her soft, warm lips made their way down his jaw and to the base of his neck, arching his back a bit as she hit a particularly sensitive spot at the base of his neck. His hands gently grabbed her waist and moved slowly downwards, pausing on her thighs. "Don't hold back." He murmured.

"Mmmhmm," she murmured, ignoring the words that he spoke in favor of the FEELINGS of it all. She felt his shiver under her lips, and kissed that spot again. His hands were on her waist, and stopped at the top of her thighs. Unthinkingly, she moved her hands to be on top of his, and the guided them gently between her legs. She followed suit, turning up the volume on their passion, but not moving her mouth from the base of his neck as he still responded to kisses and gentle nips she placed there. She was acutely aware that she was still dressed, and it was getting VERY warm in her sweater. She broke the kiss and moved her hands long enough to take her sweater off. Some people might see this as too much, but she was only wearing a camisole underneath. She didn't much in the way of a bra as she didn't have much to contain! "It was getting a little warm. Are you ok?" Her voice was shaky, but her hands were firm in their movements. She knew precisely what she was doing. "Are you ok with this?" Consent was key, after all.

"Perfectly." He said through ragged breathing. Somehow simply being close with her like this was almost even better than any other similar experience he'd ever had. As much as she seemed nervous her movements were deliberate and measured; clearly she knew exactly what she was doing, and how to do it to make it amazing for him. Hell, if the little attacks she launched on the base of his neck weren't enough the little bit of heat her body seemed to emanate as she grew more aroused was almost too much. He traced small circles into the insides of her thighs with his thumbs, feeling the soft yet somehow still somewhat bumpy, scaly skin there. What a weird contrast.

"Good. What do you say we move this to the other room? I can't imagine the backache this will give us..." she giggled. Her brain was absolutely fried from the sheer closeness, and she was ready to move to the next level. Reluctantly, she moved his hands away, but stood him up carefully, and led him to the bedroom. Once there, she led him to the bed, and began to undress him, silent...

[FADE]

Every part of his body felt sore. Literally every part, from head to toe. But then again given the events of the previous night he wasn't surprised at all; he must've strained everything at least ten times. That aside it'd been quite literally one of the best intimate nights he'd ever had, and who was he to complain. He smiled and gently nuzzled the mussed-up hair of Paisley, who lay sound asleep next to him under the covers of her bed. With a content grunt he shifted himself against her, gently pressing her head to his chest. This was nice.

She stirred a little as he pressed his head against her chest. Wow, she was in pain. They had had a really active evening, and had fallen asleep late into the morning. Her blue eyes opened a little. "Good morning," she managed. "Round three?" she laughed a little. "Just kidding. Do you need to leave soon for work? I can take Kinaa home..." hopefully, he wouldn't have to leave her behind just yet, but she knew that he was busy. The medbay was one of the more active areas of the ship.

"Not yet. My shift today begins in the afternoon." Ramat'iklan answered sleepily, drawing her in for a gentle kiss on the lips. "Would you like breakfast? If not... well, I could certainly go for round three. And four. And possibly more." He joked. "I shall be honest. I think you must have given me quite possibly the best night of my entire short life so far. I think I recall telling you about T'Vria. Our first night in bed wasn't half as enjoyable."

Paisley was starting to rouse a bit more. "Yeah, breakfast would be nice." At the foot of the bed, the orange ginger tabby slept; Paisley wondered when she'd come in-not that she would've noticed, anyway; her attention had been solely on Ramat'iklan. "Really? I am not that good at...this kind of thing." Still, she couldn't help but smile a little. It was nice to know she was better than his exes. As he was, hers. "But I agree-I definitely didn't feel this way with Michael." Mike was her Terran boyfriend for the past year. It had been OK but nothing mind blowing, and certainly he had never lasted long. She sat up, wincing a little at the chill and the definite reminders of the previous nights' activities in the dull ache of her thighs. "Any ideas? Just use the replicator, I don't want to deal with pots and pans today." She kissed him back. This was...nice.

"Eggs and bacon. And possibly some toast with something you like. Maybe we'll see about a stack of pancakes, what do you say. When we're done we can see what else we can do with our morning." He suggested, nudging her under the blanket. "Oh, and I suppose we'll want to answer the biggest question for now." He lightly buried his nose in her hair. "What are we?"

She giggled. "That is way too much food. Just the eggs and toast for me. Maybe some bacon. Coffee." Coffee was a MUST. "We can do whatever we want." She stood to put on her camisole and underwear, and then made a face at him. "I....don't know. We don't have to BE anything. We can be whatever." She was careful about this. She wanted to be his everything but there was TIME. For now, they could just be...friends who happened to have sex sometimes. She did know that the feelings she had were real, though. "What do you think?"

"Why don't we try things out... and see where it goes." Ramat'iklan replied as he dressed up to his underwear, grey shorts and his t-shirt. Shorts simply felt more comfortable to him. "I think you'd like that. Since there's obviously something between us both." He said as he walked ovet to the replicator and ordered one single large plate for them both to share. Oh, and a pot of coffee just for her. He didn't much like coffee. "But I think no matter what happens we'll still stay close, one way or another..."

“That is perfect.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “We can revisit it later. I’m sure, in time, enough people will catch on and we’ll have to make some decisions. Until then, we’ll just not put a label on it.” The replicator spit out their meal, and coffee for her, which she happily hoarded for herself. Things wouldn’t be perfect all the time, but they were already pretty good. “Eat,” she said, fishing silverware from a drawer and passing him a set. “And then we can make out on the couch like teenagers.”

"Yes. We can." Ramat'iklan couldn't help but steal a kiss before digging in.

 

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