Incommunicado – Reunion
by Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin & Cardassian Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal
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Seeing the noisy throng, fill her bar, Yolanthe was feeling a lot better. Her absence hadn't left a hole in the dream. That Edward had been able to keep on top of things was both a blessing and a surprise. A welcome one. And all her boys seemed in good shape too. And it felt so good to be back behind the bar, tossing bottles back and forth between herself and Pel, spinning glasses, juggling garnishes. She was happy, a gentle baby blue.
The gently blue was immediately contrasted by a grey figure that walked in through the doors of the Box. "Hello dear." He stated casually, his voice sounding more cheerful than it's usual dark and malicious self.
The blue deepened as she looked up from the drink she was pouring to meet his eyes, dark and wicked, in stark contrast to her pure white ones. And then the bright blue gave way to coral, cerise, fuchsia, and finally a bright vermillion that announced her intentions towards him as loud as any flashing neon sign. "You are a sight for sore eyes."
He said nothing to her after she had finished talking and changing colour. Instead, he looked into her eyes and smiled. The smile was warm, and inviting. It melted away any fear, any insecurities, and made her feel like she and him were equals. Even if just for a moment, it was a beautifully crafted deception. Getal, trying not to fall in love once more, and trying to fool himself into thinking that he was stronger than the core emotions. Nobody was exempt from loves grasp.
The red only deepened as she came around the length of the bar, and stood next to him, her arms sliding round his waist so she could lean into his ear "You need to come with me, right now." There was an urgency in her tone that left nothing to the imagination
"And what if I refuse?" He finally spoke, nuzzled deep into her scarlet neck, occasionally kissing her jaw line, and moving down the contours of her neck.
"Because if you don't, I'm just going to throw you down on the nearest dabo table and have my wicked way with you right now," she whispered back
"Well, we shouldn't be making a bad impression in the eyes of your staff. Where did you have in mind?" Getal's voice was smooth and slick as oil. As Yolanthe made to speak again, he placed his hands on her hips and kissed her cheek, making his way slowly back to her neck. Instead of placing precious kisses on her, this time he bit gently with the passion of teenage lovers.
She guided him back towards the door to Back-of-House. "My... office... and... fast," she muttered between kisses. For a moment their fumblings were halted by the door, when they bumped up against it, and the bokkai woman stabbed the code into the keypad in frantic haste. The door slid open, and with a dirty chuckle she pushed him through towards her office.
Getal grew a wicked grin on his face, as the lower part of his back bumped against the office table. His eyes were hungry with desire. A ferocious fire that Yolanthe could only suppress. Even if only for a little while.
The bokkai reached round him and shoved the contents of her desk onto the floor, and pushed him down on it before climbing up and straddling him. She looked down at him, pushing ruby red hair back from her scarlet face. She nodded to herself, as happy as the cat with the cream, and then her hands fell to his pants, "Ambassador, you are decidedly over-dressed for lying on my desk." and with that she set about remedying the issues.
Tharek didn't interrupt once. He done something completely unlike himself; he gave over control to someone else. He just sat back, and enjoyed the ride. Letting his mind slip away into a better place than the god forsaken station he had been posted on.
Afterwards, they lay together on the large couch, naked and sated, without speaking much for a long time, but finally Yolanthe sat up, and asked the question that had bothered her ever since she had spent the night in the brig. "How do you know Draylin Tal?"
Tharek's expression dropped immediately. "We had a business transaction a few years ago." He said, trying to hide the true reason why he and Draylin had met.
"what sort of business,?" The deep purple took on grey hints. She knew Tal had some shadowy interests that he had taken great care not to share with her.
"Business that I'd rather forget." He said, trying to scurry the conversation on. Getal didn't want to tell her directly, but he hoped Yolanthe had got the sway of his words.
She heard the warning tone in his voice, and frowned, turning slightly yellow for a moment. But she let it go. IT was enough to confirm to her that Tharek had been entangled in one of Tal's less than savoury dealings. "Okay," I won't push." She propped herself on one elbow. Draylin Tal had killed her best friend as a warning against the ambassador. With that twisted Logic who knew what the el-aurian had done to decide that the cardassian was dangerous. "But promise you will tell me? One day?"
He took her free hand in both of his and clasped tightly. "I promise." The Cardassian smiled, deep into his lovers eyes as he planted another tender kiss upon her.
She returned it, the deep purple hue returning to her body and she snuggled up against him. "Good. Because he's quite mad, and he hates you. I've just lost Klia. I don't want to lose you too."
"You won't lose me. I have met many men in my life, and although Draylin Tal is one of the more psychopathic people I have come across, he is by far the most fearful. The last thing he will learn in this life is how cold he will be as my vengeance sweeps across his throat in the form of a knife." Getal spoke the words as calmly as he would to an underling, or an equal, let alone a lover.
At his words, her purple tones deepened to the colour of deep space. She would never let him do violence for her, it was a woman's job afterall. But she liked his sentiment. She wrapped her arms around him, and squeezed fiercly, as if she never meant to let go.
OFF
Yolanthe Ibalin
Owner, The Box of Delights
Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal
Cardassian Ambassador
by Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin & Cardassian Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal
Post Details
| Title | Reunion | |
| Mission | Incommunicado | |
| Author(s) | Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin & Cardassian Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal | |
| Posted | Fri Mar 09, 2012 @ 1:50pm | |
| Location | The Box of Delights | |
| Timeline | Sd 50 2300 |
Seeing the noisy throng, fill her bar, Yolanthe was feeling a lot better. Her absence hadn't left a hole in the dream. That Edward had been able to keep on top of things was both a blessing and a surprise. A welcome one. And all her boys seemed in good shape too. And it felt so good to be back behind the bar, tossing bottles back and forth between herself and Pel, spinning glasses, juggling garnishes. She was happy, a gentle baby blue.
The gently blue was immediately contrasted by a grey figure that walked in through the doors of the Box. "Hello dear." He stated casually, his voice sounding more cheerful than it's usual dark and malicious self.
The blue deepened as she looked up from the drink she was pouring to meet his eyes, dark and wicked, in stark contrast to her pure white ones. And then the bright blue gave way to coral, cerise, fuchsia, and finally a bright vermillion that announced her intentions towards him as loud as any flashing neon sign. "You are a sight for sore eyes."
He said nothing to her after she had finished talking and changing colour. Instead, he looked into her eyes and smiled. The smile was warm, and inviting. It melted away any fear, any insecurities, and made her feel like she and him were equals. Even if just for a moment, it was a beautifully crafted deception. Getal, trying not to fall in love once more, and trying to fool himself into thinking that he was stronger than the core emotions. Nobody was exempt from loves grasp.
The red only deepened as she came around the length of the bar, and stood next to him, her arms sliding round his waist so she could lean into his ear "You need to come with me, right now." There was an urgency in her tone that left nothing to the imagination
"And what if I refuse?" He finally spoke, nuzzled deep into her scarlet neck, occasionally kissing her jaw line, and moving down the contours of her neck.
"Because if you don't, I'm just going to throw you down on the nearest dabo table and have my wicked way with you right now," she whispered back
"Well, we shouldn't be making a bad impression in the eyes of your staff. Where did you have in mind?" Getal's voice was smooth and slick as oil. As Yolanthe made to speak again, he placed his hands on her hips and kissed her cheek, making his way slowly back to her neck. Instead of placing precious kisses on her, this time he bit gently with the passion of teenage lovers.
She guided him back towards the door to Back-of-House. "My... office... and... fast," she muttered between kisses. For a moment their fumblings were halted by the door, when they bumped up against it, and the bokkai woman stabbed the code into the keypad in frantic haste. The door slid open, and with a dirty chuckle she pushed him through towards her office.
Getal grew a wicked grin on his face, as the lower part of his back bumped against the office table. His eyes were hungry with desire. A ferocious fire that Yolanthe could only suppress. Even if only for a little while.
The bokkai reached round him and shoved the contents of her desk onto the floor, and pushed him down on it before climbing up and straddling him. She looked down at him, pushing ruby red hair back from her scarlet face. She nodded to herself, as happy as the cat with the cream, and then her hands fell to his pants, "Ambassador, you are decidedly over-dressed for lying on my desk." and with that she set about remedying the issues.
Tharek didn't interrupt once. He done something completely unlike himself; he gave over control to someone else. He just sat back, and enjoyed the ride. Letting his mind slip away into a better place than the god forsaken station he had been posted on.
Afterwards, they lay together on the large couch, naked and sated, without speaking much for a long time, but finally Yolanthe sat up, and asked the question that had bothered her ever since she had spent the night in the brig. "How do you know Draylin Tal?"
Tharek's expression dropped immediately. "We had a business transaction a few years ago." He said, trying to hide the true reason why he and Draylin had met.
"what sort of business,?" The deep purple took on grey hints. She knew Tal had some shadowy interests that he had taken great care not to share with her.
"Business that I'd rather forget." He said, trying to scurry the conversation on. Getal didn't want to tell her directly, but he hoped Yolanthe had got the sway of his words.
She heard the warning tone in his voice, and frowned, turning slightly yellow for a moment. But she let it go. IT was enough to confirm to her that Tharek had been entangled in one of Tal's less than savoury dealings. "Okay," I won't push." She propped herself on one elbow. Draylin Tal had killed her best friend as a warning against the ambassador. With that twisted Logic who knew what the el-aurian had done to decide that the cardassian was dangerous. "But promise you will tell me? One day?"
He took her free hand in both of his and clasped tightly. "I promise." The Cardassian smiled, deep into his lovers eyes as he planted another tender kiss upon her.
She returned it, the deep purple hue returning to her body and she snuggled up against him. "Good. Because he's quite mad, and he hates you. I've just lost Klia. I don't want to lose you too."
"You won't lose me. I have met many men in my life, and although Draylin Tal is one of the more psychopathic people I have come across, he is by far the most fearful. The last thing he will learn in this life is how cold he will be as my vengeance sweeps across his throat in the form of a knife." Getal spoke the words as calmly as he would to an underling, or an equal, let alone a lover.
At his words, her purple tones deepened to the colour of deep space. She would never let him do violence for her, it was a woman's job afterall. But she liked his sentiment. She wrapped her arms around him, and squeezed fiercly, as if she never meant to let go.
OFF
Yolanthe Ibalin
Owner, The Box of Delights
Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal
Cardassian Ambassador