Not So Wholesomely Enforced Rest

Posted on Thu Jun 29th, 2023 @ 7:54pm by Lieutenant JG Aimee House of Back & Ensign Dramin

2,850 words; about a 14 minute read

Mission: Mission 4 - Like a Thunderbolt
Location: JAG Office/Dramin's quarters
Timeline: MD-06

Dramin had, admittedly, lost track of time. He didn't know what time it was anymore, actually - how long had it been since he'd actually finished his shift? He'd stayed to do some work, as always. That had been at 1800 hours. Three and a half hours later, everything had begun to swim together and his head had begun to hurt. Curse obscure legal precedents and how hard they were to find - he'd been trawling the Starfleet legal database with no luck at all.

He pushed away from the table with a grunt of frustration and rubbed his eyes as he stared at the faint glow of his computer screen. He really did want to rest, close his eyes and sleep till tomorrow. But this case was going to court in a month and a half, and he needed this precedent...

Aimee was growing increasingly frustrated with Dramin’s absence. Where WAS that man? The chime at his quarters went unanswered and the Computer said he was in his office. He had been each time she’d asked. She let out a sigh, but put away her book, stood up, checked her appearance, and headed out to go find him. She was dressed fine-her civvies were cute but comfy. She wore cut off shorts, a tight blouse, and boots. It was nice enough they could get dinner on the way, and then she could have her way with him.

She knocked on the door to his office after several minutes. “Min? It’s Aimee.”

The short, sharp knocks on the door shocked Min out of his stupor; he sighed, stood and answered the door to find... Aimee? Oh, wait. Oh no. A look of guilt etched itself into his features. "Oh. Aimee. It's good to see you." He yawned then, deeply. Evidently he was extremely, extremely tired - and forcing himself to slog on. Such was the life of an officer of the Chambers when court was due soon. "I'm sorry I've not been back, I have so much work to do-"

She pushed past him, shutting the door behind her. She pushed him against the door, and kissed him. After a moment, she pulled away. "No, you don't. You will come eat with me, and rest," she said. " OR I WILL call the Commander, and you will be in trouble. Your choice," she said-but of course, he didn't really get a choice, because she was pulling him along. "Pasta tonight?" There was a trattoria nearby she'd been smelling.

Min had opened his mouth to protest, of course, something about work being important and all - and then he realized that Aimee didn't particularly care, not for his work at least. Concerningly she cared more about HIM than he cared for himself - and she would show that she cared even if she had to drag him by the arm. "That sounds lovely." He said tiredly and with a grateful smile as they walked down the corridor towards the scent of sumptuous pasta sauce. "I'm in the mood for risotto. Something cooked with bacon." He curled his arm through hers.

She nodded. "That sounds good, actually. I was thinking of chicken Alfredo myself. Maybe a little spring wine. Then I have to talk to you after that, back at mine." The talking would involve less words and more touches, but he didn't need to know that. However, she WAS concerned about the amount of work he was doing. They'd only been here a few days. She led them towards the bistro, and then to a quiet table. "Springwine, please," she said, to the man who came to take their order. She didn't drink a lot but it was Italian, it needed wine!

Min placed their food orders and sighed wearily, rubbing at his eyes. They seemed a bit less blue today, in a sort of sickly way. "Thank you for taking me here, Aimee. Oh, I have so much work to do I can't yet keep up. There's so few of us and so much to do..." He yawned again. His limbs felt leaden, but his head buzzed thanks to the amount of coffee and tea he's been drinking to keep him at it.

Something told him that Aimee wasn't just going to talk to him when they were done, though. She knew exactly how to make sure he got the rest he deserved - and it didn't involve any clothes.

She nodded. "Science, too. My boss, Lt. Drylo, is surprisingly a very hard boss to please. She seems very quiet and reserved. But she is very serious, and we have a bunch of daily tasks to do to get the labs all up and running-we have 20 total, and it's a LOT. We need more staff, overall, but until that happens, the three of us already here are pulling extra long shifts." She sighed. "HOWEVER. You can't work yourself to the point of collapse. You'll be useless, and deadweight. And out here? That's dangerous." She said, seriously. One thing she'd learned watching her parents' military careers was that. You had to take care of the solider if the Army was going to have honor. Otherwise, you put everyone else in danger.

There it was. The main point of it. Aimee didn't really mince words, mostly because there was little point in doing so. The point was simple: he needed to rest, or he'd simply be no good to anyone. And at the back of it, that she'd go to any length to make sure he didn't burn himself out. In all honesty, he appreciated that. That someone would care so much for him as to drag him from work herself was one of the best things to possibly happen to him.

"Yes, I definitely should know better." Dramin admitted with a weary sigh. Their food arriced just about then; the smell of salty cheese and perfectly crisped bacon perked him up instantly. Hell, when was the last time he'd eaten? He couldn't recall. Oh, no. "Please do remind me by dragging me out of the office whenever it happens? I- I wouldn't mind if you came to get me after our shifts, actually, as often as you like. It'd give me something to look forward to,"

She smiled. "I certainly will. OR I will rip your heart out and eat it in front of you while watching you bleed out," she said, then grinned. He mustn't forget that she was a fierce warrior! "I may even use your skull for my coffee mug," she said, with a smirk. But truly, it was nice to be needed. Even nicer to be WANTED.

Dramin couldn't help but chuckle and blush. If a Klingon, specifically a Klingon woman, ever threatened you with gross physical harm while smiling in the way that Aimee now was, it meant that they really, really liked you. Indeed, it wae very nice indeed to feel genuinely wanted by someone, especially someone like Aimee. "I'm afraid drinking from my skull won't make your drink taste any better. My brain is extremely full of legal knowledge: it might taste quite bland." He joked tiredly. "And I'm afraid my heart isn't very... textured. It isn't as strong as I'd like it to be."

She laughed. "That's ok, it's only meant to LOOK fierce, anyway. No other man will care what it tastes like, I promise," she said. "And I'll jut put sugar in the coffee," she said. Their food appeared then. "But I am serious. If I have to drag you out of that office again, all of the bosses will hear about it until one of them does something!" She dug into her meal with the same ferociousness that she'd spoken to him with.

Watching her pierce her steak with the very same ferocity she'd use to kill a particularly aggravating enemy put a smile on Dramin's lips. "Very well." He relented. "I shall learn to take better care of myself - and I hope you'll help me out where needed." Following a short sigh he added, "Aimee. I don't know what exactly I've done to deserve a wonderful woman like you. But I am grateful for it. I can't express that enough." He'd put in too much time and effort to get to where he was to be taken out now - might as well avoid it by simply learning to do good by himself, right?

She looked at him, and smiled through the chewing. "I promise to come and drag you out of your office when you are acting like an idiot, and then scalp you in front of the Commander, just because I can," she said. She smiled. "You work hard. I like that in a person," she said. She didn't really know either. By all accounts, it didn't make sense. But here she was.

Again Dramin blushed darkly, this time stemming from a comforting sense of warmth that blossomed in his chest. "I hope you'll come when you can anyway, whether I act like an idiot or not. Having someone there for me at the end of my day would be something that I would look forward to. Especially someone as fierce and caring as you." He said quietly, reaching for her hand across the table.

She smiled again. "Now you're being sappy and gross," she said. "But it's nice to hear. I'll come when I can; Feeva usually has me on Alpha shifts, but that could change. Me and the other guy don't get along well," she said. It wasn't HER fault that Human males were so repulsive, and stupid to boot. She let him take her hand, though, a light blush at her own cheeks. "Want to come to my quarters tonight?" It wasn't as much a question as it was a request.

Dramin could hear it in her tone. Come to my bunk tonight, or else. Not that he minded. Nights spent with Aimee were never wasted, no matter what they did together. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." He replied with a bright smile, brighter than he'd been able to wear before having that idea put to him at least.

She smiled a little, pleased. "Great. I can't wait," she said. Even if nothing randy happened, it was nice having someone in her bunk to hold her while she slept. She ate a bit more of her food. "So, what are you working on that is more interesting than spending time with me?" She asked.

"No, no." Dramin's ears burned bright pink with embarrassment. "It's- it's a huge case involving a lot of research on obscure old precedents no one has used as evidence in decades. The Federation legal database is so expansive I'm having trouble finding it," The Kelpien admitted sheepishly. "I just got lost in my work. My superior officer has high standards for all of us - he doesn't much care if we burn ourselves out doing it. Our clients over ourselves, he always says. At least thrice a day." Dramin sighed. "I want to open my mouth and say something, but he never lets anyone else except himself get words in."

Aimee had made some sympathetic noises as he regaled her with the tale. "I see. Feeva is quite the opposite. I am surprised when she says anything at all," she said. "We could trade for a day. Rock his world!" She grinned. "And who'd argue with a Klingon? I'd wear his skin as a dress," she said. "But it is OK to stand up for yourself. JAG isn't that big of a Corps in the fleet. I am sure if other people heard, the Big Wigs would come down on him hard and fast. Or have a chat with the Commander. He seems nice," she said. "His wife is a Klingon, so at least he's not afraid of much," she said.

"I'd be glad for that, actually, if it means keeping my limbs attached to my body," Dramin joked tiredly. "Perhaps I will, one day, when I don't feel quite as tired and I've mustered up the courage. May I order us a drink, love?" It felt weird calling her that, really, for a first time - but it felt good somehow.

Aimee laughed. "Well. From the brass, you'll be ok. From me? Who knows?" She joked. "Please do." She smiled. 'Love' now, was it?! She didn't really mind. "Springwine for me."

"Make that the two of us. I love springwine." Dramin smiled and ordered from the waiter that stopped by their table before turning his attention back to her. His lovely, beautiful, caring Aimee. How on earth had they managed to get together, he thought. "From you? I'm sure I'll be quite fine - you know I can survive quite a lot of punishment. You recall our first night in the bedroom don't you?"

"I was going easy on you," she remarked, another bite of food went into her mouth. Savagely, but teasingly, she chewed it like an animal. After she swallowed it down, she laughed. "I am Klingon before I am anything. Never forget that," she said, booping his nose. "Thank you for ordering the drinks."

Only Aimee could make inhaling food like an animal sexy - odd as it sounded. Dramin blushed when her finger made contact with his nose and cracked a wonky-looking smile. "Oh, sweet Aimee. How can I forget when you won't let me? Everything about you screams Klingon. And you know what? I think I'm growing addicted to it." The Kelpien laughed.

She smiled. "Smart man," she remarked, with a chuckle. She took another bite, normal this time. "Me, too," she said.

Their springwine arrived then, along with two finely crafted glasses, Aimee sure knew how to pick out fine places to eat. Dramin thanked their waitress, poured each of them a glass and held one out to his Klingon companion. "Why don't we leave when our drinks are finished. Something tells me that you're already thinking up what we'll do as soon as you shut the door." He teased. "Am I wrong?"

Aimee smiled. "Am I that transparent? Sounds good," she said. "And yes, it involves...sleeping," she said, a smirk on her face.

"Aimee, when it comes to what you want you're easier to read than one of my case files." Dramin smiled. "As to sleeping... I'm sure you have many things planned before we actually sleep - which will ensure that I actually do sleep. I know you well enough." Not that he minded her getting any ideas in the process - but at least he'd actually be tired enough for a good night's sleep at that point.

Aimee smirked. "Maybe I do." She said. "I guess you'll find out. Say, do you know if Kelpiens are compatible with Klingons?" She only just wondered for her own curiosity. She needed to get to medical soon for birth control, but she wasn't SUPER worried.

"No, and I don't think we're compatible with any other species as a matter of fact." Dramin remarked. "Are you planning our prospective family already, Aimee?"

She laughed. "No, I was coming at more from a prevention point of view. I don't think I am ready for THAT yet," she said. "But if you think it's ok, I won't worry," she said. It was true. Once she let things drop, they were dropped. "Especially after what I have planned for you tonight," she said, with a wicked grin.

Of course. Dramin couldn't keep a smile off his lips this time. "You must really, really want me, judging by how many times you've mentioned taking me back to your quarters and what you have planned," Dramin teased. "Why don't we finish our food so that we can... carry out those plans?"

She shrugged. "Sure. Don't rush, though," she said. She speared some of the broccoli with her fork, as if it were a stake driven through the heart of her enemies. "Fierce enough for you?" She was teasing him, and she enjoyed it.

"Oh, Aimee. I know you are capable of much more fierceness, if what you manage in the bedroom is any indication." Dramin smiled. He too was teasing her, challenging her - as he knew she liked.

She laughed again. "You know it!" She hoped he was ready-there would be little chance that he didn't see her fierceness tonight, just as he liked. "Now. Shut up and eat so we can get on with it," she said.

Though Dramin tried his pretty damn hardest not to smile to himself as he finished his food, the corners of his lips simply refused to stay still. When his plate was empty of food and his mouth clean he thanked the waiter who came to collect their plates to be washed. "Now, Why don't we get a move on." He suggested, standing and offering her his hand.

She smiled, and let him lead her out of the restaurant and to her quarters.

 

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