[USS Athena] "Three is the Magic Number..."

From: T'Shana Tubed <antediluvian2370@xxxxxxxxx>
To: USS Athena <ussathena@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2009 10:59:39 -0700 (PDT)
Three is the Magic Number...


   The first thing that came to T'Shana's mind when her eyes blinked open 
was,'These aren't my quarters.' As she scanned her immediate surrounding, 
noting the three empty
Romulan Ale bottles lying around on the floor, the second one was, 'Now I know 
why my head hurts.' And finally, as she could feel a weight on her body, she 
saw an arms draped over her hips, the third thought,'And, that's not my arm.'
   She
resisted the initial urge to just jump up and check who in the galaxy
she was lying in bed with. Then it occurred to her that she apparently
was naked, for her clothing was scattered all over the floor as well.
She sighed inaudibly, 'Must have been on heck of a night.'
   Night?
T'Shana searched her mind. Was it night now, or morning, or midday, or
what? She had no concept of time at the moment. But she suddenly
realized she could feel the hum of the warp engines. They were on the
move. Definitely. To where, she did not know.
   'Think, T'Shana, what is the last thing you reme.... oooohhhhh..... Steve!' 
She turned her head very very slowly and carefully to her left, peering
at the person lying against her back. In the corner of her eye she
could make out the handsome features of the bartender, unshaven chin
and disheveled, dark hair and all. Oh yes, now she remembered. The
supply room. The three bottles of hidden Romulan Ale. His passionate
kisses. Their wild abandon as they surrendered to their urges,
satisfying their desires to the full...
   'Stop it!' T'Shana reprimanded herself. 'It wasn't THAT memorable,' she told 
her mind to get the images that she had begun recalling from continuing to play 
out.

   Once
again, her eyes moved over to the empty bottles lying on the floor.
After their initial encounter, they had shared a bottle in the supply
room. Then, Steve had suggested to take the rest to his quarters and
perhaps share one more bottle, before T'Shana would have to leave and
take the rest with her. But one shared bottle had turned into two and
then three.
   She groaned in her mind, as the memory of it suddenly
made her realize that her head was still throbbing. Lying perfectly
still for a moment, she listened to Steve's rhythmic breathing. He
seemed to be sound asleep.
   Ever so slowly, T'Shana slid out from
under his arm and the covers. Stealthily, she proceeded to gather her
clothing. Cringing for a second, when the door of his bedroom hissed
open, she glanced back at him, hoping she had not roused him from
sleep. But he simply moaned softly and turned to his other side. The
door hissed shut, after she had stepped out.'Whew!'
   In
the adjacent room, she quickly threw her clothing on, though it seemed
she was missing some of her undergarments. She shrugged it off. It
didn't matter right now. So long as she had her dress and shoes. She
quickly ran her fingers through her slightly mangled, long hair to
straighten it somewhat.

   Moments later, T'Shana cautiously
snuck out of the room, careful not to be seen, and headed as fast as
she could without running to the next turbolift.
   "Computer, we are traveling?"
   "Affirmative. Ship is moving at warp 7."
   The lift door closed.
   "Heading?"
   "Back to Starzen territory."
   "I should have figured... time?"
   "ETA will be..."
   "No no, Computer. What time is it now?"
   "1849 hours."
   "Oh
boy...," T'Shana mumbled, rubbing her temples. "Deck 4," she ordered.
Almost a day had passed since she had walked into the lounge! It was
high time she got back to her own quarters.


 "Knowledge becomes wisdom only after it has been put to practical use."
[USS Athena] "Three is the Magic Number..."

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