Posted on Tue Aug 25th, 2020 @ 7:43pm by Ensign Rufus Marocain & Lance Corporal Morwen Haldane & Lance Corporal Durst Haldane
Edited on on Wed Dec 30th, 2020 @ 12:23pm
Mission:
When the Bough Bounces
Location: Sirius Station
Timeline: MD0
1463 words - 2.9 OF Standard Post Measure
Rufus observed the pair of other Kainans sitting in one of the arboretum spaces along the promenade from a discrete distance. Well, really, he was observing Morwen. He'd noticed her from up in flight control when she first arrived with the Marines - a tall, lean-muscled female with high ears, lustrous fur, sharp teeth and a long perfectly formed nose; It had been all he could do to keep his tail from wagging, but watching the way she walked side-by-side with Durst, he had figured she was already taken. Fortunately, it turned that the bond he'd sensed between them was because they were a hunting pair, not mates. Even better: they were first cousins, so no chance of them becoming one of the hunting pairs who also formed a mating bond. Of course, that she was part of a hunting pair wasn't all good news - it meant she was almost always with her partner, and more importantly, that if he was ever going to get anywhere with Morwen, he'd need Durst to accept him as well.
He waits for a bit, keen ears tuned to just enough of their conversation to know he wouldn't really be interrupting, before approaching them. After all there was a special bond between a hunting pair that shouldn't be impinged upon lightly. Besides, over the last couple weeks since the Marines had transferred aboard he had been hanging on their perimeter just enough for some of the humans in his department to have joked about him 'stalking' the female of the pair - apparently unaware that among his people that was a perfectly acceptable way of signaling interest in a female. A Kainan, especially one with Morwen's extraordinary nose, will always be aware of who's nearby and the number of Kainan women who won't confront an unwanted admirer and tell him to get lost is roughly zero.
So far, Rufus hadn't gotten teeth bared at him in anything but a smile. He found that positively encouraging.
"Hello," Rufus said, looking around at the trees, artfully arranged to create the impression of a small grove. "Nice spot here."
"There's room for one more." Morwen smiled, gesturing to a space on a 'log' bench. The helmsman was cute, had charmingly deferential southern manners (toward her anyway), and while he wasn't a Marine, she'd done some checking and he'd been a fighter pilot, so he wasn't the typical soft Starfleeter. Besides, 'not a Marine' wasn't necessarily a bad thing - she loved them as a pack, but wasn't so keen on the idea of hooking up with any of them.
Durst just grinned. "Yeah, we saved a spot in case you decided to stop lurking."
"Don't listen to him." Morwen smacked Durst's chest with the back of her hand. "He's just got his tail in a knot because he struck out with one of those 'mermaids' at that casino." She pointed her nose across the promenade at a lounge whose open doors featured tanks and a 'welcoming pool' with various females in fake mermaid tails and very little else. The bright blue and green marquee proclaimed it 'The Marine Paradise'.
"I guess I see why you had to check it out," Rufus joked. "But hitting on window dressing? You have got to be able to do better than that."
Morwen looked at Durst, tongue lolling out in a big teasing grin. "Apparently not."
"Hey, I was just seeing if the rumors about the 'no dating customers' rule were true," the big Kainan huffed.
"Uh-huh." Morwen smirked. "I was just waiting to see if that bad line about Marine life and mermaids was going to make her ill."
Rufus swallowed a laugh. "Marine life and mermaids? Seriously?"
"It was every bit as bad as you're imagining," Morwen assured him. "Possibly worse."
Wow. Rufus didn't say it. Even if Morwen was clearly enjoying teasing her partner, Durst was starting to look a little unhappy and that wasn't good for future relations. "You know, there's a steakhouse a couple decks down that will deliver a side of meat right to the table to grill it," he gave a fang-tip bearing grin, "or not grill it, however you like."
"That sounds wonderful," Morwen said, getting up. "I could go for some red meat." She cast a teasing grin at Durst. "And I'm sure they have seafood options for you."
"Ha ha." Durst replied flatly, but smiled back. "Any place where I don't have to explain 'extra rare' sounds good to me. Lead on."