[USS Tempest] Goblins and Bitches
- From: TKilyle@xxxxxxx
- To: ussgeorgetown@xxxxxxxxxxxxx, usstempest@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2006 21:24:42 EDT
Goblins and Bitches by Tawa Pax, B'nn't of Reynam, C'ss'l of Calhoun, and Aleksander Singh ***takes place during 'On Edge', before the away teams are locked down Alright, they were his crew mates but that much tension in one room was giving Tawa a damned head ache and it was making him nauseous. That usually led to him losing his temper and doing something stupid. He nodded to the huge felinoid and said, "I'm stepping into the corridor before I kill something. I need fresh air." Fuming to herself, Bennet stormed toward the Lounge. 'Go and help the Georgetown crew settle in,' Aisling had said. She snorted to herself as she whirled up the corridor, not looking where she was going. He fairly stalked out into the hall, muttering under his breath. "Who the hell do those two think they are? Gotta be heroes and kill themselves? Right...." He knew he probably shouldn't leave the general area but that did mean he couldn't pace. And pace he did. Right into something solid. Or someone. "Hey, damn it. Be careful will you?" he snapped. Bennet lifted angry eyes to the man. "You be careful, goblin-features! What kind of place is this where people just go about stomping on everyone? Are you all born rude?" "Yeah, as a matter fact, I was born rude," Tawa snorted. "What the hell's a goblin anyway?" "Something really green and really ugly," Bennet retorted. "And really rude. Kinda matches you perfectly." He wasn't in a particularly good mood after Josh's little trick (alright they were assuming it was his trick) and the scent of that many people in one place hadn't helped. The barb from this rude little... "Yeah?" he spat. "And what sorta creature's a careless, obnoxious bitch?" "She's a Xenexian, you ignorant oaf!" Pulling herself up to her rather tall height, she fixed the goblin with her blazing purple eyes. "Don't they teach you anything about other races in your precious Starfleet?" A full fledged smirk appeared on Tawa's face as he stared right back at the woman. "At least you're smart enough to know you're a bitch," he said flatly. One long, broad finger pointed at her, inches away from her shoulder. "And not for nothing, I saw more of the galaxy before I was ten than I have since I joined the Fleet. So take your ignorant and tack it onto to you because any dimwit would recognize part Orion when they saw it." "I recognised I just think you're too stupid to be anything but pure goblin," she "Somebody should have tossed you out an airlock, lady," Tawa smirked. "And take a book with you if that happens because I doubt they'd let you back in." "If anyone throws me out, you'll be fast to follow," she retorted, smirking back, her eyes dancing. "Least we'd have someone to be obnoxious to." "People've already tried. I put the last guy who did into a recycle bin. You like Klingons? I could shove you in there with him," he shot back. "Love Klingons. At least they're proper warriors." She stepped closer, pushing her face close to his. "Not soft little 'fleeters." "Yeah well if you're feeling froggy then go ahead and leap, lady," he growled. Bennet blinked then burst into peels of laughter. "Froggy? What the hell are you talking about?" He blinked at the sound of her laughter. "Means go ahead and try it. Frogs're little amphibious creatures on Earth," he explained, realizing just how bizarre it sounded to be explaining that so calmly. "I know what a frog is, dumb ass," she giggled. "Man, you really have a low opinion of us non-Fleeters, don't ya, skippy." "No, just you," he smirked. "I got enough of my own bad attitude without everyone else's." "Gee, don't ya just feel the love," she smirked. "At least I don't look like a goblin with an attitude to match." "When attitude is all ya have than you flaunt it," he said smugly. "And boy do you flaunt it," she grinned, still laughing a little. "I'm not as bad as my great-uncle, trust me," Tawa said, finally starting to smile on his own. "That man is walking attitude. He practically has a banner that says 'don't start with me' on him." "Sounds like my father," she chuckled. "He's got the universe's biggest chip on his shoulder too. Don't help that he's short!" Tawa held his hand about two inches over his own head. "That tall and bigger than me. Galaxy's meanest looking Romulan." "Thought you were Orion," she said, staring him over and realising for the first time how sexy he was. "Not too observant now, are we?" he asked wryly. The same finger that had been about to poke her shoulder before that lifted to point out the Trill marking along his neck and then toward his ears. "Orion, Human, Trill, and Romulan. My father was the only good taste my mother ever had." "Which was the Orion?" she asked as she peered at his spots. "My mother," he said with barely contained hostility. "She's Trill and Orion and hopefully crashed into a sun or something." "Now now, if she hadn't had such good taste to choose your father, you wouldn't be here," she teased, her eyes following the line of the spots as she reached out a hand to touch them. To her surprise they felt the same as the rest of his skin. Kind of soft really. "There wasn't much choosing..." He trailed off as the touch tickled a bit. It was then that the scent of something tickled his senses. Honey certainly and something else. She smelled good. "Anyway...I'm about as unique a fusion as you'd find." "I'm surprise so many things could blend into something so pretty," she said absently, her fingers still walking over his face. "Ah, so I'm no goblin anymore?" he asked, his mouth curving into a smile. "You get pretty goblins." Her fingers traced his smile too, now fascinated by the man. "Pretty redheads, too," he mused, giving a playful tug at one of her curls. "Only one I know with hair this color's Niamh and she's not my type aside from being spoken for." Shaking her head to set her curls dancing, Bennet smiled and blushed. "Um... how come? Don't you like redheads?" He shrugged. "I like them just fine but she can probably kick my ass and she's engaged." "I could kick your ass," she protested, standing closer so she could play her fingers over his hairline. "Yeah but she's been taking lessons from my uncle and could probably kill me." He grinned down at her because she was so close. "You don't wanna kill me do you?" "No..." Bennet lifted sparkling purple eyes to his. "Want to see how far down these spots go." There was a time when he might have blushed completely at her forthrightness. It still embarrassed him somewhat but it pleased him, too. "Oh yeah? Shame I have to stick around this conference room." "Real shame," she sighed longingly. "How long you gotta be here? Maybe you could come find me later..." "I have no damned idea since my friend decided to pull a fast one on us all," he grumbled. "You're not crew then?" "Nope, family of crew. Aisling of Reynam's cousin. My name's Bennet." She couldn't help herself, she brushed down his uniform front to lift up the bottom just a little. Tawa bit back an appreciative growl. Goddess but she was fiery and he found he liked that. A lot. He took the hand that had brushed him and held onto it, his thumb running across its palm. "Tawa Pax, ensign and low man on the Georgetown's Security ladder." "Low just means there's somewhere to climb to," she mused. "Security? Does that make you a warrior of a sort?" "Defender of little kids and old people," he said with a nod. "Bullies piss me off and usually get me in trouble." "Sounds like a warrior to me," she all but purred. It was a random idea in her constantly busy mind but she suddenly stood on her tiptoes and kissed him soundly. He'd only ever kissed one woman before. He loved Dove but not that way. They'd realized that they were better off as friends than lovers. She'd taken to calling him Seinfeld every now and then even if he had no idea why. Still, he was no fool. He liked being kissed by a beautiful woman. Instinct made his arms wrap securely around her and the kiss was return rather deeply. The kiss made her head spin until she was leaning on him to stop from falling on her ass and looking a fool. "I've never been kissed like that before," she admitted as it ended. He had to blink his eyes in order to clear his thoughts. "Wow.." he murmured softly before a full grin crossed his face. "Why not? Don't Xenexians appreciate beautiful ladies?" "Sure, they're just not so into intimacy," she shrugged. Pressing closer, she nipped at his lips. "Sex is sex, not making love. No need to kiss during sex. Gods, we barely even bother taking our clothes off." It actually embarrassed her for the first time to talk about it. To cover that, she kissed him deeply again. When he could finally breathe through her scent, Tawa smiled at her, the expression on his face somewhat serious. "That's a shame you know, the exact opposite of what I like. I don't...it's kind've a personal thing to just leave to pure biology, y'know?" "What do you like then?" she asked to cover how deeply embarrassed and ashamed she now felt. He might have been embarrassed by the matter if he and Dove hadn't talked about it so many times, if she wasn't his friend. One arm stayed around her, absently curing fingers through her hair. "I'm not my mother's son," he said, shaking his head. "I wouldn't sleep with someone unless I cared about them." "Pity," Bennet said automatically then blushed furiously. "'Scuse me..." "Pretty," he said as the back of a finger brushed her reddened cheek. "You don't think you're worth the effort?" "No," she said softly. "Rude and obnoxious... Not soft and compliant enough to marry." "Soft and compliant's for stuffed animals--which I never had as a kid, by the way. Anybody who expects soft and compliant out of a woman just because she's smaller and prettier's a fool," he said with a chuckle. "Besides, you are rude and obnoxious but so am I." "I don't know how my cousin did it but she seems to have found the only decent Xenexian man that we're not both related to," she sighed. Peering up at him, she felt herself blush even brighter. "You do know I don't make it a habit of ending up in the arms of men I trample on, don't you? I mean, it's not that I'm so starved of attention that I have to throw myself at the first handsome, interesting guy I run into." "I'm not complaining," he said with a chuckle. "Any woman who gets this close to me is worth taking a second look at. There's only ever been one who did and we're still friends." "Only one?" Then something occurred to her and she added, "Only a second look?" "Only one," he said with a nod. "I only just turned twenty-one after all and I'm not like Mac or Captain Le Beau..." He felt a flush climb his cheeks at that. He was very much, as Mac sometimes called him, just a kid. He tapped her nose then winked at her. "Well, in the case of someone as evil tempered as me, I'd say a third, fourth, or hell of a lot more looks are worth a try." She brightened considerably, scrunching her nose then giggling. "We can piss each other off! It'll be fun. Just so long as I get to see how far down those spots go." At that, he finally really laughed out loud. "I'm good at pissing people off," he said with a chuckle but then he leaned to whisper in her ear, "You wouldn't believe how far." Bennet actually groaned with need as she wriggled to slip her hand under his uniform again. She teased soft skin as she placed a soft kiss on the spots at his neck. "Show me?" "I'm supposed to be on duty," Tawa mumbled as her hand touched him. His head barely moved to indicate the doors behind them. "My boss is in there along with a lot of other people." "Oh dear," she teased as she nipped at his bottom lip. "Wouldn't want the great warrior to be caught in such an uncompromising position." Even as she said it, she started to lift his shirt a little more. "More like I hate being in the brig," he told her even as he allowed his fingers to tighten through her hair. To stop her from moving his shirt any further, he pulled her closer, turning her just enough to keep his hand out of view of where he knew the vid cameras were. Then, he allowed his fingers to caress the outline of her breast. "Been there way too often." "Only bad if I can't come too," she breathed. Her pulse was beating so hard that she could actually taste it. "Do I get time for putting you in this position?" "Don't know what they do to civilians on this ship," he murmured, his hand still delicately tracing her shape. "You might have t'answer to whoever you're with though." She moaned as she pressed closer to him, her hand still caught between their bodies. Moving it up his chest, she teased one of his nipples beneath his shirt. "As long as I end up in your cell..." Cassiel left Nurse S'Erienetae in charge in his absence. He had no qualms about that especially since it seemed Renatus' appearance was bothering some of their guests. As he made his way to where the Georgetown visitors were, he stopped short, unable to believe what he was seeing "For the love of the gods, woman, go get a room," he grumbled as he approached. "Shit," Bennet gasped as she instantly let Tawa go and her colour rose to a bright scarlet. "Gods, Cassiel, make more noise, will ya? What're you trying to do, give me a heart attack? I thought doctors weren't meant to make more work for themselves." Her arms still hung loosely around Tawa's neck but she'd stopped her teasing and she couldn't quite meet his eyes. Out of habit, Tawa straightened up completely, especially when he caught sight of the warrant officer's pips on the man's collar. Damn it, damn it, damn it....He kept his arm around Bennet any way and met the bright hazel eyes with his own. Damn but he's thin. "And what are you trying t'do? Give H's'l'ng heartburn?" Cassiel asked in return. He looked Tawa over with a jaundiced eye. "You're an odd looking one now aren't you?" "Thanks but we've already been through that," Tawa muttered, not thinking that it was probably fairly rude. "He is what he is," Bennet huffed. "And Aisling's been on at me to amuse myself. He's doing that just fine." Cassiel snorted at that. "Hell of a place to get amused, don't you think?" he asked. He looked at the man she was draped over and shook his head. He was just a kid if he was any judge of fusions. He'd straightened up but the look in his eyes was defiant. He pitied the poor bastard. "Get a room, kid, or take a shower." "Oh piss off," Bennet grumbled, barely resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at Cassiel. "And 21 isn't a kid. He's a warrior." Now why on Xenex are you defending him, she wondered. "Not a problem, sir. I'll just take her with me later," Tawa retorted. He peered at Bennet curiously. "You like little Vulcan kids? I'm in charge of one." "I love kids!" she beamed. Her eyes were all for Tawa as she smiled just for him. "I've never met a Vulcan one though." "Twelve years old , smarter than me, and with a bent toward blowing things up," Tawa chuckled. "Drives me crazy but I like her." "Isn't he the sweetest thing?" she sighed happily to Cassiel. "Yeah, right," Cassiel snorted. "And you're equally adorable. I may just get sick from it all." "She is adorable," Tawa protested. "Look at her! She's beautiful." "I am?" Bennet blinked, peering up at Tawa to see if he was joking. "I said you were pretty before, didn't I? I wasn't kidding," Tawa said easily. He could see the warrant officer getting annoyed and it somehow pleased him despite the fact that he knew it was also a very stupid thing to do. He pulled Bennet a bit closer and whispered in her ear. "Ah, who is this guy anyway?" "Cassiel, my cousin's fiance and a total jackass," she whispered back, just loud enough for Cassiel to hear as well. Just to irritate Cassiel, she moulded herself to Tawa, pressing against him suggestively. "You left out the CMO of the ship," Cassiel said dead pan, enjoying the look on the younger man's face. He leaned forward slightly, staring straight into Tawa's eyes. "She's a gods be damned pain in my neck but her cousin loves her. Hurt her and I hurt you. Permanently." Bennet huffed and glanced over at Cassiel. "I can take care of myself, old man. I'm not some silly little girl, you know. I'm just as much warrior as you." "Shut your mouth, girl, and think instead. Not that I wouldn't be glad to be rid of you but don't you think H's'l'ng would be upset? Maybe it's you that ought to go cool off instead," he said, shaking his head. "Aisling wants me out from under her feet," Bennet retorted. "She wants you all to herself again. I piss her off just like I piss off everyone else. I don't see how me leaving would make any difference to her. She was happy before I came, it'll make her happy when I leave again." Tawa tapped her on her shoulder then lifted her chin up so he could look at her, his vivid blue eyes quite serious. "Don't say that," he said soberly. "Family's important, even you do piss them off. What little I have taught me that." "Family's something to be pissed at me," she replied, her cheeks flushing. "He's family, see how he reacts to me." "You started it in Quark's," Cassiel muttered. "You weren't family in Quark's, jackass, you were just a jerk," she snorted. "And you are still a mouthy little pain in the ass," Cassiel returned. It was probably yet another stupid thing to do but Tawa couldn't help it. He snorted in amusement. "Sorry," he said, his eyes dancing with amusement, "but this sounds familiar." "Oh?" Bennet asked, flicking her shining eyes back to his. "Who do I remind you of?" "Oh some careless obnoxious bitch and an ignorant goblin," he said with citrus scented amusement. "Ignorant goblin with spots," she corrected mischievously. "See?' he asked brightly. He turned to Cassiel, still standing respectfully but with an easy smirk on his face. "I have no intention of hurting her, sir. I tell people if I'm going to inflict pain. Subtlety's not in my repertoire." Bennet laid her head on Tawa's chest and peered at Cassiel. "He's sweet, C'ss'l. I'd like to spend time getting to know him. Can't I do that?" "I didn't say you couldn't, B'nn't," Cassiel said, softening his tone just slightly. He didn't really dislike the girl. She just irritated the hell out of him. "I just said to get a room. The Feds have different norms." "Find us a room nearby so he won't get into trouble and we'll go," she replied sweetly and smugly. "Until then..." Her fingers found the bottom of his uniform again and started tickling beneath it. "Hey!" Tawa yelped. He grabbed at hers hands and said, "Not fair, you. I'm ticklish." "Must be something with those Reynam women," Cassiel said with an almost chuckle. "Besides, it isn't up to me about rooms. Cammick says something's screwy and I'm not sticking my nose into it. You'll just have to behave." "No and no," she laughed, ducking beneath his arms and kissing Tawa firmly. "Make me behave." "Mmm..." Tawa returned the kiss just as soundly as it was given. "Look at it this way, if I'm locked up for disappearing or dereliction of duty, I couldn't even think of taking you away from all this." "Pity," she sighed as she cuddled him tightly. "I've been sent to make the crew settle in better, maybe I can come in with you." Tawa had been simply breathing in her scent (and Goddess but she smelled good) but he brightened further at her suggestion. "I don't see why not," he told her. "I can introduce you to my friends." She grinned even though she was reluctant to let him go. "D'you think that's more acceptable, oh Dr Grumpiness?" Cassiel fought the urge to swat her like a misbehaving child (not unlike what his sister used to do to him) and gave a thin shouldered shrug. "You're on your own with this woman, kid," he said with a genial snort. "Those Reynam women are something fierce." Bennet stuck her tongue out at him. "I still can't believe you even come from the same town as our hero." "Believe it," Cassiel said with a snort as he stepped inside. "He might even be as crazy as I am." "Not a chance," she chimed. "He's amazing. You're just nuts." "That's not something I ever denied," Cassiel smirked, leaving them to cross the room to Renatus. "I'm guessing you two get on like water and oil," Tawa said mildly. "More like acid and alkali," she snorted. "He's just a grumpy old man that my cousin has lost her mind and fallen in love with. I assumed it was pity at first but not a chance. That girl's so smitten it's embarrassing." "I've got news for you--my uncle's a lot worse than him and no way near as sociable when he's pissed off." Tawa pointed out Niamh among the crowd. "Locked her in a utility closet for being disrespectful." "A Marine? Oh Gods, he's going to hang me by my toes," she groaned. "I can't help be anything but disrespectful." "Hang you by your toes or knock you on your ass," Tawa agreed with a snicker. "He has no compunction whatsoever about fighting with women. Of course he might just be amused by you and teach you instead." He kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent again. "Don't worry." "Me? Worry?" She let out a bright laugh and kissed his cheek firmly. "Nah. I just don't like all the blood running to the top of my head. My hair's red enough, don't ya think?" "It's perfect the way it is," he told her. "Very pretty." He nodded toward Niamh. "So that's Lieutenant McLaughlin and see the Andorian over there with the tall blond guy? My father's bondmate." Bennet didn't know a lot about Andorians but that guy looked decidedly male from where she was. "Not your mother then," she mused. "Did you think I was kidding when I said I hoped she crashed into a star?" he asked wryly. "Hate's a mild word for what I feel for her. Lish is probably only ten years older than me, if that. Nice guy." "Oooo, I know her!" Bennet grinned as she pointed out FRix. "That's one of my cousin's roomies. And there," she pointed to Alek, "is another. They're nice people. I pity them putting up with three Xenexians." "So introduce me?" he asked. "I used to have a regular roomie before T'Pern but Butler got tossed in the brig." He snorted with amusement at that. "How did you manage that?" she asked as she dragged him to where Alek was deep in conversation with one of the nurses. "Ah, well, that wasn't my doing for once. Dumb ass got drunk and beat the crap out of Sergeant Major Aigremont in front of Commander Menkara," Tawa explained, pointing over to the tall Vulcan sitting against the wall. "Commander was not pleased." "Not sure I'd be pleased either, though I'd end up defending the little guy," she grinned. "Hey, Alek, come meet someone!" Alek nodded to Kawee then turned back to Bennet. "I still wonder at a person's ability to find a patch of joy in the gravest of situations," he mused to himself at her bright smile. Dark eyes settled on the young man with her and he inclined his head. "Very good to meet you, sir. My name is Sergeant Singh." "Tawa Pax, Sergeant," he said easily enough. "Nice brig you've got. Much nicer than the one at the Academy." Alek smirked at him then inclined his head. "More comfortable that the Marine Brig, I assure you. You should ask Dr Calhoun's shadow about that." At that, Tawa's eyes found the tall Xenexian and, sure as hell, there was a shuttle sized Marine following the man. "Ah, is that guy keeping people away or is he keeping the doc away?" "Both," Alek replied with a chuckle. "If you ever get a chance to wander, our ship has two particularly different crew members. One's a Vorta and the other's a Jem'Hadar. As you can imagine, Dr Calhoun is not too fond of either." Tawa shrugged. "It works out. I have my uncle to shut me up," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "And me now," Bennet chirped, tickling Tawa's ribs. "Allah protect you!" Alek laughed outright. He had to bite his lip to keep from bursting out with laughter. Grabbing at Bennet's hands, he said, "Warriors aren't ticklish. Cut that out." "Then you're not a warrior," she teased as she fought to get her hands free. Instead, she bounced on her tiptoes and kissed him as deeply as she could. Alright, in a toe then in the whole foot. He didn't care if his crew mates and, worse yet, his CO were watching. Tawa kissed her rather whole heartedly. "My reputation's so shot," he said with a wink. Alek felt a blush rise on his cheeks and he turned to give them what little privacy he could. "Yup and it only gets worse from here," Bennet teased, her bright eyes dancing. "From here, I get to be as cute as I can and you have to put up with it." "Hmmmph," Tawa said merrily. "I wonder if Uncle and General Quon are like this when they're alone." I shouldn't be listening in, Alek told himself firmly. But he was and he couldn't help it. "General Quon?" he asked as idly as he could. "His bond mate," Tawa explained, wondering why the guy was so interested. "I'd say his wife but I don't think they're technically married. Nice enough lady I suppose but she scares the hell out of me." Alek turned to face him completely, frowning. "Has she ever mentioned a Sergeant Singh to you?" he asked softly. "Sir, I'm not too sure she even likes me since I wasn't too fond of her at first. She was pretty ticked about something a few weeks ago, though. What did you do?" Tawa asked. "I turned her down," he said with guarded eyes. "For what? Not for nothing, sir, but you aren't her type and the enarrain would kill you," Tawa told him. His cheeks flushed again and he almost choked. "I'm engaged!" he said, clearly perturbed by Tawa's bluntness. "She... that is the General asked me to be her personal physician. By Allah, do you have smut for brains, boy?" Tawa tried for a straight face. It was what Dr. K was always warning him about, about thinking before he spoke but it was still funny to see the Marine react that way. "No, sir, not at all but he really would kill you. Uncle's got no sense of humor that way," he said dead pan, smelling of citrus the entire time. "I can guess why she asked though." "Why is that?" Alek asked, barely coddled. "She's pregnant," Tawa told him. "I think you're safe though. My father's moved her and Uncle into his quarters." "Hmm, that I shall be eternally grateful I never took that assignment. Two pregnant women at once would be entirely too much for me," Alek chuckled. "Yeah but you miss out on such sterling characters like me," Tawa said with a snort. "Ask the Andorian over there if you want. He's my father's bond mate." "I shall take your word for it, Ensign Pax," Alek chuckled. "I can draw my own conclusions from your choice of woman." "Hey!" Bennet huffed, pouting a little. "I think I've just been insulted." "He's just jealous because I got you first," Tawa said with grin as he pulled her closer. Alek actually laughed at that and rolled his eyes. "No, thank you, I've got my own fireball." "Pim!" Bennet grinned. "She's got a wicked sense of humour. Almost as good as yours," she purred as she snuggled against Tawa. "And she probably has no spots either," Tawa mused. "No offense, sir." "No, no spots and no offense." Alek winked at Tawa as he added, "Neither does young Bennet. As a Xenexian, she would be spotless." "Yeah but she threatened to kick my ass and then asked to count the spots. How could I pass that up? The lady is beautiful and has nerve," he said happily. Bennet grinned dappily, idly playing with the bottom of his uniform. "Gorgeous," she sighed. "You're stuck now, Ensign," Alek laughed. "You'll never be rid of her." "Don't want t'be rid of her," Tawa said softly, kissing Bennet's nose. "As weird as my family is, she'll fit right in."
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