I sent this to Ernest, but haven't heard BACK, *SO* I am falling back on his granted permission to write CHRIS in entirety I got previously when he FIRST learned of his increased work schedule. Sarah can >THWAP< me later for SOME of the content. I challenge OTHERS of you to CATCH what I did. ::::shameless "Precious PUP" snickering::::: Note: This log picks up the END of the sim of Feb. 9th and takes place in the designated HOUR Alex said was the time between sims. Chris had come into the Observation Lounge just as the meeting had ended and the crew were conferring with one another and the Legesi guests. Zel was preparing a list of things she wanted to observe as a Xenobiologist when she went among the People on the planet, when she got into an exchange with her boss, Geoff Mercida. Geoff had caught her being exasperated with his foible of taking an inventory of himself aloud. She called a truce with him, so she could get over to Chris more quickly. Oblivious to everyone ELSE in the room, Zel told Chris about the possibility of Shoreleave with a wink. "Didn't we just have a Shoreleave," he said with a slight groan. Lowering her voice, Zel teased him, "What? Am I wearing you out Par'machai?" He reassured her that it was in ALL the ways that MATTERED. To which she replied, "Then I will have to buy you dinner, keep your strength up." She pulled him close into an open body hug for those who were watching. She actually placed a hand on his behind and gave it a small squeeze. "Dinner will be nice, but that isn't why I came down here," Chris seemed DETERMINED, but hesitant at the same time. In his hand was a d'k tahg in closed position, looking CLOSELY it was decorated with the sigial of House Trulah. He presented it to Zel. Knowing NOW what the hesitation was about, Zel exclaimed to him, "OH!...Tajneteb...it is beautiful! I know just HOW I want to sheath it." She saw him smile when he heard her use the Klingon name he had chosen for himself. The "paperwork" had gone thru a month ago, but a FORMAL announcement of the change had YET to be made public. She leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek with an assurance of GREATER THANKS later. Chris teased her, saying,"You better." Soberly she held the dagger against her body and told him, "Never DOUBT." At this point Geoff Mercida chimed in, "Honestly you two go get a room." Zel frowned and retorted back, "Oh go pop your popcorn!" She also glanced over at Yeoman Gina Anderson who was finishing up the meeting log. Geoff cocked his head, with a "Good IDEA" look upon his face, turning to look toward Gina himself. Zel had her OWN idea about Geoff's suggestion and grabbed Chris's hand to exit the conference room. She dragged him to the turbolift at the FARTHEST point down the corridor. "I REALLY don't think I can WAIT until LATER to THANK you, bang chab'oy!" Zel said to Chris, pulling him into the TL by his uniform front. She then gave a hop, wrapping her legs around his hips and allowed the momentum of her PULL to slam the both of them bodily against the back of the turbolift. Zel had already grabbed his mouth with hers and let out a muffled GRUNT as they connected with the wall. Chris couldn't HELP but growl, but then realized they were STILL in a public area of the ship. "Zel, aren't you afraid someone will walk in?" Chris muttered to her, as he nipped at her neck that was thrust forward, while her head was back, eyes closed TIGHT. "Mmmmm," she responded to his attention to her neck," I thought at first to have you use your codes to order the lift to just go up and down without STOPPING at the deck calls," her explanation went," but the possibility of getting caught ADDS to the THRILL." Chris frowned at her, "These uniforms are a bother to get IN and OUT of." Zel smirked, let go of his torso with her legs, SLID down his body and to her knees. "Hold your breath and HOLD STILL, Par'machai," she said as she wielded the d'k tahg, cutting a slit in his uniform, extending the fly further back between his legs. The rending of the fabric and the DANGER had an aphrodisiac effect on Chris. Zel was careful to avoid cutting his hardening maleness, but she did use the d'k tahg's tip to poke once gently. Chris growled DEEPLY. Placing the d'k tahg in his hand, "Now FIX my uniform," she raised her left leg and pulled the fabric out and away from her body."I trust you COMPLETELY, bang chab'oy." Chris was DIZZY with LUST for this vixen of a woman who was waiting for him to knife open an accessway in her uniform. Zel moaned when the sound of fabric rending a second time was heard. She grinned at him wickedly, hopped her legs back up on his hips and told him, "Now give me your REAL DAGGER!" Thru the spontaneously made appetures, Chris connected with Zel and continued to CONNECT with her for three cycles of the turbolift going DOWN to the bottom of the shaft and UP to the TOP. She had watched the deck indicator change as Chris had found a stimulating rhythm and her mind carried her along when the numbers began to RISE on the 2nd cycle of the turbolift's journey. Zel was biting Chris's shoulder to keep from screaming her climax by deck 3. He responded to her bite, with his own peak growled thru TIGHTLY clenched teeth when the turbolift had hit deck 1 and began the trip down again. "Flip me around, Tajneteb," Zel breathed to her lover. Their CONNECTION was broken but a brief moment when she backed up, placing her hips against HIS and began a dance every bit as sensuous as the belly dance she had performed for him previously. "Let your hips follow mine." He was a quick study when instructed and leaned his body solidly against hers. Zel wished that their play could go on, but the inevitable HAPPENED, the turbolift got a call and STOPPED. Chris FROZE behind her. She reached up with her right hand and stroked his face. She couldn't SEE his face, but she KNEW, he would be BLUSHING and the LOOK one of shocked embarrassment. She was FULL of RELIEF when she saw WHO it was that walked into the TL. Yeoman Regina Anderson took two steps onto the TL and stared WIDE EYED at Zel, slightly bent forward with Chris's chin over her right shoulder. "Lt., shouldn't you be getting ready to head to the surface of Leges 3?" Gina asked as she moved to the FAR side of the TL and paid attention to her clipboard PADD. "Oh I have PLENTY of time, to do that," Zel replied as she moved half a step forward breaking the connection she and Chris had established. She did keep her hands on top of Chris's so he remained holding on to her waist, her own body shielding what parts of his that she knew were EXPOSED. "We're engaged," she said nonchalantly to Anderson, but then SMILED. "Well, DISENGAGE and get on with your duty shift," Gina said, without looking at them. The TL got to the deck she needed and she exited saying, "Next time, find yourselves a broom closet or I WILL REPORT you to the Captain." Zel commanded the TL to her lab's deck, leading Chris forward, still shielding him with her body. Once inside her lab, she began laughing hysterically. Chris was dismayed by her behavior. "You don't think she will report us ANYWAY, do you?" he frowned. Zel put her arms around his neck and kissed him, biting his tongue as she did so. "One thing I know about Yeoman Anderson," the amused Argellian said," is that she is TRUE to her word." Zel kissed him fiercely again. Under her direction, he used the d'k tahg to relieve her of the REST of her uniform and begin the CONNECTING process ALL OVER AGAIN.