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Reconnecting

Posted on Wed May 7th, 2014 @ 11:53am by Lieutenant Christine Descharmes & Lieutenant Commander James Barnes

Mission: Intermission
Location: Counselor's Office/Quarters
Timeline: before Solid Light

James was standing outside of the Counselor's office on Deck 4. He had somehow found a way to make the trip from his office, located below on Deck 5, take as long as possible. Now he found himself stalling outside of Christine's office, trying to not look like he was stalling to the average crewmember passing by. 'Why are you acting this way, James?' he thought to himself. "Get a grip you old baby," he said under his breath and then depressed the chime.

Christine sat behind her desk, legs crossed and leaning back in her chair. She had just finished updating the last patient's information on the computer and wasn't expecting another visit so soon. She jumped up and straightened her uniform shirt and skirt and tidied her ponytail. "Come in," she said finally.

James stepped in, straightening his uniform jacket as he did. As the door closed behind him, he looked around at the office. He was nervous, but 400 years of experience in the intelligence branches and as a mercenary had taught him how to hide it very well. He smiled, "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

She stood there, a few seconds of silence in which her mind went blank. "Oh no," she said as she scrambled to organize her desk somewhat. "I just wasn't expecting you. Please, have a seat." Christine indicated the two armchairs in the corner. It was weird being so...formal...with him but she really didn't know what to expect and she hated being caught off-guard.

James paused for a moment, trying to figure out what was going through her mind. "You don't have to straighten up for me," he smiled, "I'm sorry I dropped in unannounced." He walked over towards her desk as she rearranged. "Busy day?"

She sighed, "Yeah, you can say that again . Amazing how many people need counseling." Christine paused, raised an eyebrow and smiled. "What brings you here?"

"I'm not surprised," James smiled back. "And what brings me here?" he leaned forward on the desk, "You do, Christine."

For a minute, Christine stared at him. Her fingers itched to touch him, her hands trembled visibly and she clenched them into fists at her side. "James..." she whispered, "I can't take this anymore.." Christine reached across the desk and took his face in her hands. She leaned in and kissed him deeply.

James closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of Christine's embrace. Breaking the kiss, he pulled away from her, keeping her in his arms. "I've missed you so much," he ran a finger along her jawline. "I'm so sorry I left you before," he brushed a little bit of hair off of her face, "I'm not going anywhere anymore."

Christine smiled as she looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. With her fingers, she played with his hair. "Even if you have to leave again, you will always have a place with me when you come back." She kissed him again, lightly. "Move in with me, James."

James was shocked, something which didn't happen often. After everything he had put her through, she still wanted that? He took a deep breath, looking her in the eyes again. "Maybe we should talk about that," he said, running his hands down her back and stopping on top of her hips, "I want you to be sure."

"I'm sure that I love you," Christine whispered, and leaned in close. "I just don't want to lose you again...because, well, because..." Quite honestly, she wasn't sure why she asked him even though two years of psychology under her belt had given her deeper insight into behaviors. She gave him a little smile and added, "It was better than that other question."

James kissed her again, sliding his finger onto her lip in a 'shhhh' fashion. "Like I said, I'm not going anywhere," he smiled, running his thumb over her lips, and then his hand down along her jawline and onto her neck before settling on her back, "Let's get out of this office, go somewhere and relax..."

"James..." she whispered and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. Being so close to him...It was making her lightheaded, dizzy. Christine ran her hands down his chest and back up, grabbing a handful of his uniform and pulling him even closer. "Yes..that would be great, " Christine said, and grabbed his hand, leading him out of her office at a fast walk.

James smiled, following her. "Where are you taking me?" he giggled, following behind her just long enough to slide an arm around her waist. "Come back here where you belong," he grinned, "Slow down, there's no fire."

"Yeah, right...no fire," Christine muttered but she obliged him and slowed down to match his pace. She slid an arm around his waist and dug her fingernails into his side. "I see you still can't keep up with me, old man. I'm taking you to my quarters for a...personal...evaluation. Where did you think I was taking you?" she glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye and gave him a mischievous smile. "Unless you had some place else you wanted to relax?"

"Right, I can't keep up," he laughed, "I'll remember that when you're passed out. Again. About this evaluation..." he paused, "I don't need to change do I?"

"You're fine as is," she said with a smile and a wink as they stepped onto the turbolift. "Deck Three," she said. When the turbolift came to a stop, Christine made a beeline for her quarters. On a route that normally took only a few minutes, seemed to drag on. She gave him another smile as she took his hand and pulled him through the doorway.

"Now," she said, as soon as the doors hissed shut behind them, "About that evaluation..."

James, in one motion, slapped the door lock controls and swept Christine up, spinning her around and pinning her against the door. He leaned in, kissing her neck for a moment before coming up, inches away from her face. "What about it?" he grinned.

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"You still haven't answered my question," Christine murmured as she lay close against his side, head on his shoulder and one hand absently tracing patterns on his chest.

James was laying on his back, one arm around Christine, the other curled behind his head. Her body felt amazing pressed against his. He was staring at the ceiling, and had been for about the last hour. He had been thinking about what she had asked earlier. He wasn't sure if he was ready yet. He'd lost all of the other women he had cared for like he did for her. He knew she was never going to live as long as he did naturally, but it wasn't that specific issue. It was that all of those he had lost, he had lost before their time. They were both on the Shanghai, and he knew how things tended to go in Starfleet, much less the Shanghai specifically. Plus, the implications it had on their relationship were serious, and he hadn't been that serious in centuries.

James looked over at her as she played with his chest. "Oh, now you decide to wake back up," he chuckled, then said in a mocking voice, "Try to keep up old man." He slid his arm out from underneath her, swinging his legs over and off the bed. Feeling around with his foot, he found his pants, got them in a death grip between his big and second toe, and slid them over. Reaching down, he slid his boxers up as he walked towards the replicator. "Thirsty?"

"Yeah, whatever you're having," she answered. Christine sat up, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She watched him walk away, smiling. She opened her mouth to say something about avoiding the question but instead just closed her mouth. "Trust me to always end up with non-committal men," she muttered to herself. She let out a deep sigh. "Sorry," she said then added teasingly, "If there's some underlying issues, I know someone who can help with that."

"Two waters, one chilled, one room temperature," he ordered to the replicator, grabbing the two glasses as they appeared. He took a sip of the room temperature one before handing her the chilled one. He looked at her for a moment before walking towards the window. He looked out the window at space for a minute, leaning on the window. He took another sip. "I haven't been down this road in a couple of hundred years. When you're my age, you get set in your ways," he gulped the rest down, placing the glass on the window sill and walking over to her. He reached under his chin with his finger and lifted her face up, kissing her on her forehead. "You just need to make sure that this is where you want us to go, and I want you to make sure you can handle me." He brushed some hair off of her face before heading back to get his glass and fill it with more water. "If that's the case, you can move in with me. My quarters are bigger and have a better view."

"Alright," Christine said, finishing her glass and setting it on her nightstand. She still didn't know why she had asked the question, or even why she pushed it the second time but she liked where it was going. She laid back down. "Can you handle me though?" Christine grinned and gave him a wink, "Now come back to bed, it's getting cold."


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Lt. Commander James Barnes
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Shanghai-A

Lieutenant Christine Descharmes
Chief Counselor
USS Shanghai-A

 

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