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A Little Break

Posted on Wed Feb 13th, 2019 @ 11:18am by Lieutenant Christine Descharmes & Lieutenant Commander James Barnes
Edited on on Sun Mar 10th, 2019 @ 1:23am

Mission: Points Of Light
Location: Seppala


Christine stood with hands in pockets, her back to the interior of the station and staring out at the curve of the planet below. It was a quiet spot, if such a thing existed on a station that currently held three thousand people, and somewhat close to where James was working. She needed a break from dealing with the constant barrage of questions thrown her way and she was pretty sure James wouldn't mind one either.

James put his hands on Christine's shoulders, sliding his hands down along her arms. "It's just me," he grinned, as she jumped slightly at his touch. He slid his arms around her and kissed her on the side of her neck. Placing his chin on her shoulder, he looked out of the viewport. "It's funny isn't it? Everything usually looks so calm from orbit."

She placed her hands on his forearms and leaned back, resting her head against his. "It's a metaphor, really. People appear calm on the surface. Below that there's so much more," Christine said. She twisted her upper body and tilted her head away from him, smiling. "My deep philosophical thought." She slipped an arm around his waist, squeezing as the other hand ran up his arm. She cupped his cheek and dropped a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I have a better spot," she said quietly. "Come with me." She stepped away and with a hand in the crook of his elbow, gently guided James away from the viewport and back down the way she had originally come from.

James raised an eyebrow as she turned and led him away from the viewport. "Very deep. I think you'd give Surak or Aristotle a run for their money," he grinned. He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her towards him slightly as they walked. It felt good to have some quiet time alone with her. James sometimes felt that everything was constantly moving at near warp speed, as they hurtled from one constantly evolving crisis to another. Not to mention he hadn't been sleeping very much lately, something he had hidden from her through the fact that they still had separate quarters.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Not very far" she said, a smile played on the corners of her mouth as she leaned in. She wrapped an arm around him. After a few minutes, Christine tugged him into a small side corridor. Less people frequented this area, something she noticed the first time she wandered down here. She paused outside a small hatch and after a quick glance around, pressed the door panel. The door hissed open, revealing a small room; it was obviously for storage and rarely used at that. She pulled James inside and after it closed behind him, she turned around and shrugged. She gave him a smile that almost bordered on sheepish.

"I found it a little while ago," she explained. "I needed a break. And I needed to be alone. Dealing with thousands of scared colonists who have no idea what's going on can be a tad...emotionally exhausting." She sat on a nearby crate and motioned for him to sit next to her.

He took a look around the room, returning her smile. "I can imagine, it seems like we just constantly bounce from crisis to crisis," he shook his head, walking around the room and taking stock of it for a moment. He had never really liked not having a firm grasp on his surroundings, a trait that had magnified in recent years. He made his way back around and hopped on the crate next to her. He ran a hand through his hair briefly and then sat with them on either side of his legs. "Then again, I suppose that's just life in Starfleet."

She moved closer, taking his arm and draping it around her shoulders as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Christine rested a hand on his thigh. “I suppose that’s just the universe screwing with us,” she said as she let out a sigh. There was a brief pause before she continued, “I never thanked you, for looking after me on Cyen. I was angry at you.”

"You had every right to be angry," James paused, for a moment longer than he intended as he thought back to his years away. He remembered being laying on the floor of the Romulan prison cell, which alternated between sweltering heat and laying huddled in the shivering cold. His body inadvertently shivered for a brief second before he regained his composure. "Considering what happened. And you don't have to thank me for what happened on Cyen. I'll always look out for you."

"I love you too." Christine lifted her head off his shoulder and turned her head to look at him. It was only a second but she was sure she had felt something, considering she was right up against him. She wanted to ask if everything was all right but she thought better of it and returned her head to his shoulder. "It definitely wasn't the reunion I would have wanted us to have, James. What, with everyone watching us constantly. " She was angry about that as well, about a lot of things and she frowned. "I mean it when I say the universe screws with us." Christine moved her head slightly so as to look up at him while still leaning against his shoulder, deep in thought.

"I don't know how much it's us. I think the universe hates me, in particular. You're just the current victim of the collateral damage," he managed a smile at her, squeezing her close to him again. "Maybe this time we'll get it right."

"No maybe. We will get it right this time and the whole damn universe can screw off," she said as she moved her hand and wrapped her arm around his waist. She tightened her grip and turned towards him. Christine sat upright and with her free hand, reached up and touched his cheek. "There's just something I want to know, though."

James grinned. "Poor choice of words," he slid his hand over hers and looked her in the eye. "What is it, Christine?"

"The other night on the beach," she started to say then smiled as she remembered, "What did you mean when you said you didn't think that getting married was something I would want because of your past?" Christine shrugged, absently stroking his cheek with her thumb. "Whatever your past was doesn't bother me."

"The fact that I have tended to disappear for over a year at a time, without much warning," he laughed, "Or, you know, my propensity to get injured."

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about you disappearing,” she admitted. She shrugged, “It’s going to happen again. Just promise me you’ll tell me the next time you have to leave.”

"I think I can manage that," he winked, "How are you holding up with everything going on?"

"Honestly?" Christine asked. She took her hand away from his face, trailed her fingers across his jawline and down his neck. She played with the zipper on his uniform jacket intently for a few minutes before she looked back up at him, her fingers stopped moving and she rested her hand on his chest. "I'm frustrated. I guess it would have been too much to ask for a few days to ourselves," she added, with a bit more sarcasm then she intended. "Eight days on Cyen being constantly watched, two days on route back to Golovin which I barely saw you thanks to the numerous debriefings we both endured. Now this. What does Mei give us? A day. One day to catch up on three years." Christine let out a long sigh. "And you worked during that one day. So now we steal moments together like this."

"Well, we are aboard a temporally displaced Starfleet vessel far from Federation space in the midst of a crisis. Sometimes that's just how life is - as much as some people like to tout around that we're explorers, we still are the military," he shrugged, sliding his hand onto her leg, "Then again sneaking into storage rooms does have a very high school feel to it."

Her cheeks flushed as his hand brushed against her skin. “James.” It was a warning spoken in a low voice but with a smile. She tightened her grip around his waist and dug her fingers into his side. She shifted her body towards him so that she was perched precariously on the edge of the crate, one foot on the ground to balance herself as she leaned into him. Her free hand slowly unzipped his jacket and grabbed a fistful of his shirt underneath. She pulled him in close, hovering just above his mouth.

“Is this what you mean?” Christine whispered, a smirk on her face as her eyes glanced down and back up to his. She kissed him, opening her mouth and touching her tongue to his as it slipped in between his lips. As she broke the kiss, she let out a sigh.

"I think that was pretty close to what I was getting at," James grinned, grabbing her by her waist and swinging her around so she was sitting in his lap facing him. He unzipped the front of her jacket before pulling her in and kissing her again.

She leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes and returning the kiss. After a few minutes, she pulled away with a smile. The fingers on her left hand began to absently play with his hair. "I love you, you know," Christine said, "I'm glad you came back."

"I love you too, Christine," he said, sliding his hands around her waist and stomach under her shirt and pulling her to him. He kissed her on her neck, working his way up to her ear. "And who wouldn't come back to a woman this beautiful?"

She inhaled sharply as his hands brushed against her. Her entire body tensed and a low moan escaped her lips. "You tell me," she murmured close to his ear, "It took you long enough." Christine shifted her body slightly, the fingers that played with his hair dropped to his neck and lightly grazed against his skin. She ran her other hand across his shoulder and down his arm.

He ran his left hand up her arm and across her shoulder, his fingers sliding around the back of her neck while his thumb traced lightly across the front. His right hand slid up her leg. "Well, I'm here now," he said before kissing her.


Lieutenant Commander James Barnes
Chief Intelligence Officer, USS Shanghai

Lieutenant Christine Descharmes
Chief Counselor, USS Shanghai


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