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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 18, 2016 12:49:49 GMT -5
Some people believe that Cardassians don't feel guilt, however, if you were to see Tolar's face upon realizing that he'd opted to sleep over cooking dinner for his lover...
Skrăgh.
He bolted upward, throwing himself off balance and falling off the couch. "Computer, time?" 0427 hours. Good! Then there was still time to do something. Rising to his feet, he took inventory of the situation. Still in his uniform, hair slightly rustled. Overall, still presentable. Commander Arnimane had given him permission to leave before alpha shift had officially ended, and he went straight to his quarters. Thirteen hours ago? He must have been exhausted. Good thing the Sentinel was on light duty for the next couple of days.
Fighting through the early morning grogginess, he smooths his hair with his left hand and straightens his shirt out with the right, strolling out the door, stifling a yawn. The turbolift doors open in front of him. Stepping inside, he calls out, "Deck two." The mess hall, clean and empty this time of morning. He dips behind the counter and grabs the pantry access log, making an entry. Opening the cabinet door, he places several items into an insulated container. Snapping it shut with a smile on his face, he takes the container and makes his way back to the turbolift.
About forty-five minutes later, Tiberius' quarters would fill with a heavenly aroma, the light sound of sizzling punctuating the typical hum of the ship's engines.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Tiberius Asada on May 19, 2016 15:54:08 GMT -5
Tiberius' eyes slowly opened as he smelled something delicious. A grin crossed his face. He cracked his neck as he rolled over to see Tolar and breakfast.
"Ahhhh, I guess turnabout is fair play!" Tib smiled and got out of bed. Even though he was fully nude, he sat down at the desk. "You really didn't need to."
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 19, 2016 16:29:09 GMT -5
Using a spatula, he flips a particularly fluffy bacon and cheese omelette onto a plate decorated with golden brown hash browns, four juicy strips of bacon, and two slices of buttered rye toast. Turning to face Tiberius, he doesn't even bat an eye at the man's exposed state, gently laying a cloth napkin in his lap and kissing him on the cheek as he sets the plate and silverware in front of him.
"I really must insist on the finest treatment for you." He flashes Tiberius his most charming smile, then moves back to the kitchen area, cleaning the dirty utensils and pans he'd used in preparation. "I checked all of the ingredients out of the pantry this morning. It used up my rations for the week, but you're worth it."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Tiberius Asada on May 19, 2016 16:34:11 GMT -5
Tiberius certainly looked pleased. "I have such a soft spot for hash browns." He raised a forkful of hash browns to his mouth and chewed.
"You know..." he said between bites. "you should have something to eat too. At least share the omelette with me."
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 19, 2016 18:26:41 GMT -5
He turns around, reaching into a previously hidden bowl and popping a sausage link into his mouth with a wicked grin on his face. Chuckling to himself, he walks back over, placing the bowl in front of Tiberius. "Don't worry about me, this is your breakfast. Think of it as a thank you." He pulls up a chair, sitting across from Tiberius on the other side of the desk.
"You know, in two weeks, this will be the first time I'll ever be too far from the homeworld to visit my mother's memorial on the anniversary of her passing." He smiles sadly, looking back at the streaking starscape beyond the window. "I used to think that the very idea was intolerable, but now that you're here, that reality seems a lot more bearable. I've never been with someone longer than a night before now, and I still can't remember what kind of connection we shared, but... you make me forget about my problems for a while. I didn't realize how much I needed that." He turns around, averting eye contact, face flushing with color as that smile turns from wistful to an infatuated, almost boyish shyness.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Tiberius Asada on May 19, 2016 19:33:59 GMT -5
Tiberius seemed more interested in eating... after he ate quite a bit, he spoke. "Tolar... many people regret getting close to me. You might one day be in the same boat." He gave a knowing smile to Tolar.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 19, 2016 19:44:51 GMT -5
"You almost sound like you're eager for that to happen." Tolar is visibly confused by Tiberius's response. "Did I do something to offend you?"
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Post by Lt Cmdr Tiberius Asada on May 19, 2016 19:45:59 GMT -5
Tiberius shook his head. "I just want you to know what you're getting into. That's all."
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 19, 2016 19:57:47 GMT -5
"I believe you'll find I'm very persistent when it comes to the things I want." He smirks suggestively, leaning over the desk, his face inches from Tiberius'. The spark of someone who won't back down from a challenge flares in his eyes. "Speaking of which, I haven't had the chance to shower yet." He pulls away, that smirk still adorning his face. "I'll be right back." He takes off his uniform jacket and undershirt, casually tossing them to the floor as he makes his way to the bathroom. He casts one last glance over his shoulder before disappearing around the doorframe.
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