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Post by roz on Jun 15, 2005 3:39:01 GMT
OFF: I have been given permission by Karynn McCormick to do this. It'll kinda be like when Roz had to go to Pern to "take care" of her father. Don't worry, I won't be the only one posting on here, I hope. Roz had finally packed up all the things she felt she would need for her and Art's trip to Earth. This trip had taken her by surprise and she was unsure as to what Art might be planning. She was now trying to get one of her bags to close. I guess I bought a good amount of stuff from here,[/color] she thought laughingly. She finally managed to get it closed after sitting on it and then the "doorbell" went off. Roz: Enter. Art stepped into her quarters holding what looked like two army bags, which made her smile. She picked up her small two bags as well and brought them into the main room. Art looked at them and then at her. Art: I knew you weren't a typical girl beforehand but this is just amazing. Roz: Very funny. Art laughed and they kissed in greeting. Art: You ready? Roz nodded and they headed down to the shuttlecraft which would redevoux with a larger ship that was headed towards Earth. They loaded their bags then stepped inside. They sat down in two seats and despite the small delay when the doors wouldn't close, there were no unusual experiences on the way to the ship. Roz watched as the base disappeared to a pinprick on the star-speckled sky of outer space. She sighed and thought, I'll be home soon enough. Hopefully wiser as to what Art is planning.[/color] She then thought back as to how Art had been quite secretive over the past week or so. They hadn't seen each other much, which made Roz restless as she couldn't think of anything to do with herself, and when she had tried to go to his quarters, he had always managed to head her off before she got inside. She had tried to corner him about what it was that he was planning but he wouldn't spill the beans. Roz didn't know enough about computers to try to see what he had accessed so she couldn't trace anything she did, she would only do it out of concern to begin with. Soon after she had tried and failed to argue with the computer, she realized that she was being a fool and had stopped pushing to find out. Now she thought about all her friends on the base and on the two academy ships. The one person she wished she had seen before she left was her sparring partner, as she had come to lovingly think of him, Akleth. But cest la vie as they said. Butterflies started flying around in her stomach and she tried to make them settle but was unable to. She turned to Art and saw that he was falling asleep. Roz laughed quietly and saw him start to sway in his seat. She caught him as he was falling towards her and she turned slightly so he would rest comfortably with his head on her lap. She thought back to when they had first met on the Hepta where she had been lost and he had come to her rescue and gotten her to her quarters. After that, they became quick friends and even more. Roz was looking at her hand and realized that she was running her fingers through his hair. She smiled, leaned down, and kissed him on the cheek. She then spoke softly. Roz: Sleep well hotshot. She then went back to looking out the window and watching the stars fly by. It would be a long while before they reached the ship but Roz was relaxed for once in a long while.
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Post by cline on Jun 20, 2005 5:06:50 GMT
Art was excited about taking Roz to Earth with him on a little getaway trip. He could tell that Roz was slightly annoyed with him for only telling her about the trip a short time ago but they both knew that he was better about such things than others. One example being the former captain of the Hepta, Commodore ONE, who was rumored to have fallen in love with the EMH named Holi on the last ship he had served on before the Hepta. He had broken the news of his transference to the Hepta the day he was leaving. Art knew if he had tried to pull that on Roz, it would not have been a pretty picture. After he had packed his things, he walked to Roz's room and was genuinely surprised at how little she had packed. He commented on it and Roz laughed. They then went to the shuttlebay and got in. He looked at Roz and realized how beautiful she was. He thought back to when he had broken the news to her about in the holodeck. There had been a sort of release in her eyes that he had never seen before. Lately she had been having nightmares where she was reliving the encounter she had with her father on Pern. She would wake up terrified and almost screaming. He could then guess that her father had still had some sort of chain around Roz's heart that kept her bordering on paranoia. When he found her in the holodeck and he had seen the release in her eyes, he knew that whatever hold Marcus had had on her was now gone. He now felt she could move on with her life, which boded well for him. He gone to a lot of trouble in the past few weeks to get everything ready for when they arrived on Earth. Roz had given him a devil of a time keeping everything he was doing secret from her but he had made it through. He didn't even realize he had fallen asleep until he woke up to the sounds of landing. He woke up with a start and found his head lying in Roz's lap. He looked up and saw Roz smiling down at him.
Roz: Good to see you're awake. We just arrived.
Art: So I heard.
He then realized how comfortable he was and smiled at her, raising his eyebrows. Roz seemed to catch his drift and laughed quietly but shook her head. Art pouted playfully for a moment then sat up and helped Roz to her feet. It was now time for the next part of their journey to Earth.
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Post by roz on Jul 3, 2005 3:29:47 GMT
Art and Roz stepped off the shuttle onto the ship where they were greeted by the CTSO of the ship. He stepped forward and introduced himself. CTSO: My name is Commander Harrison. I am the Chief Tactical and Security Officer of this ship. The captain sent me to welcome you to the ship and to show you to your quarters for the period of the journey to Earth. Art shook hands with the Commander and introduced himself and Roz. Art: I am Art Cline and this is Roz Drouet. Harrison: Pleased to meet the both of you. Now if you would come this way. He led them out of the shuttlebay and down corridors to the turbolift. When it arrived they sped off and arrived at their quarters a short time later. Harrison waited in the doorway. Harrison: If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. He smiled and departed. The door closed and after Roz had put her bags on the couch, Art ran up behind her and picked her up off her feet. She squeaked slightly in surprise but didn't resist. He then put her back down on her feet and turned her around. He wrapped his arms around her. Art: We're almost home. The color in Roz's eyes faded slightly and her voice became slightly distant. Depends on if you consider a place where death was everywhere surrounding you home,[/color] she thought but she knew that he was trying as best he could to make her happy. Roz: Home. She smiled and put her arms around his neck and then he ducked down slightly and picked her up. He spun her around and then pushed her up a bit so as to get a better grip and Roz's head accidentally hit the ceiling. She winced and curled up in pain. Art put her on the floor, looking very concerned. Art: Are you ok? Roz: Get off! When Art knealed down by her, she thought she might play a small trick on him. She knew it wouldn't harm him physically or mentally. She pushed him away and got to her feet. She walked into the bathroom and looked at her head. Art sighed and cleared the couch so he could sit down. Roz: I told you that one day your doing that would make me hit my head. Roz saw that there was no bleeding or bruising and decided to go check on Art. He got to his feet when he saw her come back in and approached her, she moved around him until she was near the side of the couch. He came up behind her and put his hands on her arms. Art: I'm sorry. Are you ok? Roz turned and smiled at him, making sure that he was between her and the couch. Art realized what she had done to him and looked at her scathingly but smiled. Art: That was a bit of a low blow Roz to pull on me. Roz: You know better than to take me at word value alone hotshot. My eyes stayed hazel the whole time. If I had been mad, they would have been green. She stepped forward but Art quickly put the pieces together and pulled her away from the couch then let her fall onto it from the front. She swung her body in a circle so she was facing up when she landed. Art shook his head. Art: Tsk tsk Rosalyn. Did you think that I wouldn't see through your little plan? Roz smiled but didn't say anything. She grabbed the end of the couch and pulled herself up so she was laying on a pillow. Art cocked his head as he looked at her. He then walked over and sat down next to her. He ran a hand through her hair and watched it go through his fingers like red gold. She saw he hadn't shaved in a long while and was starting to get a sort of goatee. She thought he looked a bit like AJ McLean from a very old boy band known as the Backstreet Boys. She ran her hand over his lips, feeling the tickle of the hairs. Art gently took hold of her hand and brought her fingertips to his lips and he kissed them then put her hand over his heart, which she could feel moving slightly quickly. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked into his eyes. OFF: So what if I like the Backstreet Boys?
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Post by roz on Jul 20, 2005 3:43:02 GMT
Art and Roz had arrived on Earth in one piece. However on the shuttle down to the planet, Roz had been nervous and she had prayed that Art wouldn’t sense it but it turned out he did as he had wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
Art: Nervous? Roz: Can you blame me? The last time I was on Earth, my father had basically a bounty out for me. Art: I know.
Roz blushed when she realized how much she reiterated this fact to him and to others. She had looked out the window and watched as they entered the atmosphere. They had landed fifteen minutes later and now Roz stepped onto the ground of her home planet for the first time in… Roz couldn’t remember. She had been running for so long but now it was all over at last. They walked down the streets and they stopped in front of an older building and went inside. There was an old-fashioned lobby. Art smiled and watched as Roz’s eyes became large and she looked around the lobby. The ceiling was high above them and there were stairs leading up to the floors and as they went up, they wrapped around the building. Art knew she was an old-fashioned kind of girl who preferred to fight hand-to-hand instead of using things like phasers and loved the idea of old-fashioned apartments with stairs like this. He had always known this building was here as this was the building where he still had an apartment that technically belonged to his parents, who happened to live a few floors up from where they were going to stay while on Earth. Art took her hand and started to lead her up to the front desk, which, of course, was automated. The building had to keep up with the times in some ways didn’t it? A holographic woman appeared behind the desk and smiled at the two of them.
Hologram: Welcome. How may I help you?
Art: I’m Arthur Cline and this is Rosalyn Drouet. We’re going to be occupying apartment 2b.
The hologram looked through her systems and saw that he was right. She handed him a keycard and they set off up the stairs. They arrived at 2b and Art slid the keycard in the slot then pulled it back out. The lock clicked open and Art opened the door. Roz looked around at the apartment. It was very quaint and she loved it. She put her packs down on the floor and wandered around, looking at everything. She looked out the windows and saw scenes of the street below and a park in the back. However, one window she looked out of, she regretted she had. It was a view into the apartment across the alley. In the apartment was an old man, quite obese, sitting in his underwear in a chair. He had a drink of some sort in one hand and he was scratching his groin with the other. Roz shook her head and stepped away from the window. She decided not to mention what she had seen to Art as he would most likely come over and observe for himself.
Art: This is the apartment I had when I started living on my own. I didn't want to sell it, had a bit of a personal connection with it, so my parents watched it for me until now.
Roz cocked a hip and looked at Art strangely.
Roz: You had a connection with an inanimate object?
Art decided to play back. His mind went through the memories of him in the apartment before he had left and when he had first arrived while he responded.
Art: This apartment and I happened to have had many adventures together. Oh, and like you don't have a connection with an inanimate object as well.
He smiled mentally when he realized that most of those "adventures" he had talked about were exploding, minor mind you, electrical objects and the occasional food catching on fire. He had never been an excellent cook, especially when he had started out on his own in this apartment. He had managed to clean up and fix most of everything but he knew that there were some marks and burns on the walls, and maybe floors, that would never go away.
Roz: I have no idea what you're talking about. I made connections with people and very few at that until I found Starfleet.
Art: Right and those daggers of yours that you always carry on your person are just decorations.
Roz realized that he was right and started laughing. She pulled out a dagger from behind her back and looked at it in her hand. She always had carried at least one dagger on her person even though there were more recent and better working weapons nowadays. Why did she carry a dagger? A thought came into her head and she was horrified by it but it made perfect sense. If someone's attacking you to kill you and you can't use the weapons immediately at your disposal, the best ways to kill are the oldest. A mental image of a person attacking her and her throwing away the phaser and pulling out her dagger and gutting the poor being. The dagger fell out of her hand and the point stuck in the floor. She came out of her daydream and bent down to pick it up. When she looked up, she saw Art looking at her curiously. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and put the dagger back in her belt. There was an awkward silence for a moment then Roz looked at her bags and walked towards them.
Roz: We should probably unpack these.
Art: Yeah, the bedroom's this way.
He showed her to a room with a large bed and Roz flashed Art a look. He smiled sheepishly then started putting his things into a few dresser drawers. Roz put her things in the remaining dresser drawers. She saw there was a well-furnished bathroom that wasn't huge but was big enough in her opinion. 10 minutes later when they had fiinished unpacking, Art put his hand on Roz's arm and looked into her eyes. She saw something almost childish behind his eyes and was curious as to what he was planning.
Art: What do you say we go down to a dance club and have a bit of fun?
Roz: I didn't know you could dance.
An impish smile formed on his lips to accompany the still hidden childish glee in his eyes.
Art: I'm sure you'd be willing to teach me. It can't be that hard.
Roz: I'm sure anything's easier than listening to your flirts.
She laughed as he pretended to look hurt then picked her up in his arms and tried to tickle her. She squirmed and rolled out of his arms. She stood by the doorway, ready to run if need be, holding her side with one hand, and a finger held up in front of her. She was smiling though, which made Art relax a bit. She straightened up and shook her hair.
Roz: Very well. I'll teach you to dance. I'm sure you can't be that terrible at it as you can fight.
Art: What does that have to do with dancing? Ah, I get it. I can feel the rhythm of a fight which isn't much different from the rhythm of a song or dance. Well, only by seeing will we find out whether that applies or not. Shall we?
Roz nodded and they walked out of the apartment. Halfway down the stairs, Art stopped in his tracks.
Art: Go down to the lobby. There's something I have to take care of in the apartment first. Be right back.
He raced up the stairs and Roz wanted to go see but trusted him and went down to the lobby to wait. Art raced a floor above his and knocked on the door above his room. An old woman with striking blue eyes answered and smiled when she saw Art.
Woman: Arthur! Why don't you come in?
Art: I can't mom. Listen, I'm taking Roz out to a dance club and I was wondering if you could start the dinner I planned up with the replicator. You just need to start it up and the replicator will take care of the rest.
Woman: Well certainly. Have fun. I'll contact you if I encounter any problems that your brother can't fix.
Art smiled and nodded then when his back was turned, groaned mentally at the thought of his brother. He had thought the git had moved out of the building by now with his job and all. He got down to the lobby and he and Roz set out for the dance club.
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Post by roz on Aug 26, 2005 4:39:32 GMT
When they arrived at the dance club and had gotten inside, Roz immediately took Art to the dance floor. She showed him some basic moves that she thought, Even a guy can do these moves.[/color] They basically consisted of moving the feet to the beat of the song. He quickly picked up the rhythm and moved to it. Roz nodded her approval. She then showed off some of her moves and a circle formed around her. Her mind went back to San Fransisco where she used to dance on the streets for fun with her then boyfriend, Remy LeBeau, but quickly pushed the memory out of her mind. The song finished and people went back to their own business. She looked over at Art and saw that his mouth was hanging open. Roz laughed and walked over to him. She put her hand under his chin and gently pushed his mouth closed.
Roz: What was with the frog face?
Art looked at her with an expression of What?[/color]
Art: Frog face?
Roz: Yeah the look on your face with your mouth hanging open like you were about to catch a fly with your tongue.
Art: I'll have to remember that phrase. Frog face eh? Well, there certainly one thing I'd like to snag with my tongue.
He stuck it out at her and Roz giggled.
Roz: Sometimes you are so immature Art. Makes me wonder what it was about you that made me attracted to you. And be careful about sticking your tongue out like that. One day someone may come and bite it.
Art brought his tongue back in quickly and then tried to look dashing but ended up looking comical.
Art: Perhaps it was my debonaire looks and personality that swept you off your feet.
Roz: Debonaire? No. Friendly and flirtatious? Yes. I think it was your smile that kept disarming me. My knees just went weak everytime I saw you smile.
Art smiled and wrapped his arms around Roz's waist as a slow song came. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they started dancing. Art put a finger under Roz's chin and gently raised her lips to his. They kissed and then continued dancing.
=Meanwhile back at Art's apartment= While Art and Roz were at the dance club, Art's mother came down and tried to start up the replicator but accidentally pushed the wrong button and it sputtered and spat.
Mother: Oh dear, oh dear.
She jumped and managed to turn it off.
Mother: Oh drat.
She walked out and knocked on Carl's, Art's brother's, door. He opened it.
Carl: Hey Ma. What's the matter?
Mother: Arthur asked me to do something for him while he and his girlfriend went to a dance club. I was supposed to press one button on the replicator and that was all. I pressed a wrong button though and now I don't know what to do.
Carl: Calm down ma. Let's go see.
Carl followed his mother down to Art's apartment and looked at the replicator. It sputtered and spat as he tried to fix it but only ended up getting minor burns on his hands. He sighed.
Carl: I can't fix it. Art might be able to but I can't. But don't worry, I may have an idea. Stay here, I'll be right back.
He disappeared for a few minutes then came back with a pizza in his hands. His mother smiled and shook her head.
Mother: I suppose it's the best we can do under the circumstances. Come on. Let's set up a more romantic scene than your brother has set up.
They both looked at the table and saw it was empty. About 10 minutes later, there were candles and flowers on the table along with plates and other dinnerware. It looked beautiful. They then left the apartment, making sure to put the pizza in a container that would keep it warm until served. When Art's mother arrived back in her own apartment with her husband, she contacted Art.
=Dance club= Art and Roz were leaving the club and had gotten on the transport when something went off in Art's pocket. He pulled out his PADD and connected the call. His mother's face appeared on the screen, making Art jump. He tried to move so Roz wouldn't see or hear the conversation but found himself trapped.
Mother: Everything's ready for you Arthur. We however did run into a bit of a snag so your brother improvised. I'm sorry.
Art: I'm sure you did everything you could mom. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!
He cut the connection before his mother could respond and looked up to see a suspicious look in Roz's eyes.
Roz: What's all ready? What are you planning?
Art: You'll see soon enough sweetie.
He kissed her on the cheek and she smiled but kept staring at him. Now she knew for sure that he was up to something and from his demeanor, it was going to be something good. She looked at herself in the window and played around with her hair a bit. She was wearing a long, black peasant skirt with thick, dark tights. On top she had a lime green suede jacket and a long-sleeved white t-shirt. On her feet she was wearing black boots from her first days of being a killer but now just saw them as boots. Art was wearing all black with a necklace that Roz had given to him on his birthday. Roz thought he looked a lot like an old hero by the name Jason Bourne in The Bourne Supremacy, except the necklace. Their stop was the next one and Roz and Art looked at one another, Roz trying to read Art and Art smiling knowingly.
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Post by roz on Aug 28, 2005 4:27:00 GMT
Art helped Roz off the transporter and down to the street. Suddenly, Roz’s foot slipped off one of the top stairs and she fell the rest of the way down them. She swore in pain when she hit the ground. Art rushed down to Roz, her face wracked with pain.
Art: Are you all right? Roz: My ankle. I think it’s broken.
Art helped her up, the skirt falling back into place below her knees as it had ended up above her knees as she fell. Roz was extremely glad that she had had the good sense to wear dark, opaque tights with the skirt otherwise the whole world would have had quite a view of her underwear as she fell and sat on the ground. Art eyed the skirt momentarily with a slight smile on his face.
Roz: Cute, help me onto the bench.
He helped her to sit on a bench nearby and sat down next to her.
Art: Do you think you can walk?
Roz swore in her response and Art’s left eyebrow cocked up towards his hair.
Art: While I don’t appreciate the swearing, the apartment is close by. You can call whom you need to from there.
This was just an automatic response before he realized that other than the friends she had on Conqueror, she had no one but him. He looked into her eyes and saw the pain that still existed deep within her. He smiled and ran his hand down the side of her face.
Art: Come on.
He helped her to her feet and Roz precariously balanced on one foot for a moment before Art wrapped an arm around her waist. Roz smiled at him appreciatively and he half carried her to his apartment.
Art: Is there anything else that hurts? Roz: Yes, but I’m telling you what it is. Art: All the more fun for me in guessing.
Roz gave him an exasperated look and he just winked at her. The weather had gotten bad since they had first gotten on the transportation and all around them, people were moving quickly to get inside anywhere.
Roz: If Karynn or any of the others hear about this, they’ll never let me live it down. Art: Why is that? Because you’re one of the best fighters on the base second only to possibly Xin-Ling? Roz: Pretty much. When’s the last time that you know I made a mistake? Art: The first one I think of was when you went off alone with your father to trade yourself for the Ferengi ambassador.
Roz looked at him in surprise and then looked back down at the ground so she could see where she was putting her good foot.
Roz: Point taken. Art: The other time I know you made a mistake was underestimating me and how I felt about you.
He saw Roz’s eyes light up out of the corner of his eye. I nearly got myself blown up for you,[/color] he thought. From what he had heard, when Roz had heard about the explosion in Engineering, she had bolted from the turbolift like it was going to blow up as well. He smiled at the memory of their meeting back up when the fires had been put out and everything had calmed back down. They entered the apartment building a minute or so later and they took the elevator up to the floor. When they had gotten the apartment door open, Roz leaned against the doorway and slid off her coat. Art hung the coat up and then he picked her up and put her on the couch.
Art: I’ll get some ice to put on your ankle. In the meantime, you can contact Karynn and tell her what you did to yourself.
Roz gaped at him but laughed and he laughed as well.
Art: I’m kidding but see if you can contact someone around here to come take care of your ankle. Roz: I handle my own injuries well enough. Art: Please Roz. I don’t doubt your abilities but I only have a certain amount of things in this apartment and I would rather you not improvise.
Roz nodded in agreement and Art walked off to the kitchen and Roz picked up her PADD and waited for it to load for a moment. There was no signal being transmitted. She silently swore and put it back down on the table behind her. Art looked at the fried replicator and shook his head. He then saw the dinner his brother had come up for them and first laughed then sighed as he thought about what he planned on doing that night. He pulled an icepack out of the freezer. Art came back with the icepack and he put it on her ankle.
Roz: The line’s dead and I doubt anything not in the building would work in this weather.
She sighed. Art sat down next to her on the couch. He ran his fingers through her hair. Roz was trying hard not to cry from all the pain but tears were still running down her cheeks. Art brushed them away.
Art: Shh. What’s with the crying? Roz: I think I finally broke my ankle. The tears are from pain. Art: You’ve never broken your ankle before?
Roz shook her head.
Roz: I’ve twisted it and strained it many times but it’s never truly broken. Art: I’d take a look at your ankle but it’s not recommended that the shoe be taken off. Roz: Then again, who knows how long I’ll be staying here since the storm doesn’t look like it’s going to give up any time soon.
Art looked her in the eye and saw she wanted the shoe off.
Art: All right, the shoe will come off but if it starts to stink up the place my fine colleen, I’ll be gettin’ revenge on ya in a way ya won’t believe.
He switched into his Irish accent, which always made Roz smile. He leaned down and looked at the boot. He noticed that the top of the boot was halfway up her calf and knew that if it came off, it would be long and painful for Roz.
Art: Is there any zipper on here? Roz: No. Art: Let’s keep the boot on then. We don’t want to cause any more damage to your ankle than is already done. Roz: You afraid I might throw up on your couch?
Art looked up at her quizzically and she smiled.
Roz: I can handle any pain that comes from the boot coming off. I also haven’t thrown up for who knows how long. Art: Only if you’re sure about this.
Roz didn’t say anything but grabbed the couch and looked at the ceiling. Art sighed and carefully pulled off the boot. Roz turned pale from pain and gritted her teeth but then the shoe came off. Art took the other one off too and put them by the door. When he came back, he saw she was extremely pale and sweating. She then brought her head back up and she took a deep breath. She then slowly removed her long-sleeved shirt and draped it over of the couch. Art saw she was wearing a black tank top underneath her t-shirt and thought, What is it about her that seems to make every color she wears work with every part of her?[/color]. He sat down next to her and ran his fingers through her hair. Roz leaned her head onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. He kissed her forehead.
Art: I’m impressed that you are taking the pain so well. Any other person would have passed out immediately from the pain. You look absolutely exhausted. Roz: I feel it. I hate to be saying this but do you have any alcohol of any sort?
Art looked at her skeptically and she smiled.
Roz: Had to ask and I was kidding. What about painkillers?
Art stood back up and went into his bathroom and pulled out a hypospray of a good painkiller. He brushed the hair away from her neck and injected the painkiller. He then
Art: Why don’t you get some rest? Roz: I can certainly give it a try. I feel like I’m going to pass out from the pain soon anyway.
He helped her to lie down on the couch. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep.
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Post by cline on Aug 29, 2005 22:32:21 GMT
Roz gave her best attempts at trying to sleep but her ankle still hurt enough that it wasn’t a possibility. Art touched her ankle and felt it was hot underneath the tights.
Art: I don’t think the cold of the ice is getting through your tights. Roz: Meaning? Art: Meaning they’re going to have to come off.
Roz opened her eyes and looked at him with a smile on her face.
Roz: Well, you should certainly have fun with that.
Art smiled and lowered himself onto the couch. He kissed her gently.
Roz: The ankle hurts, not my face you slugnut. Art: Have it your way my… beautiful… red… rose.
He kissed her between each kiss and then he passionately kissed her and Roz laughed but kept going. She felt his hands go up to her waist from under the skirt and start working at the tights. Suddenly, he accidentally pushed her ankle into the couch and she winced hard.
Roz: OUCH! Art: Sorry, my fault.
He got up off her and pulled the tights off without a word and a somber look on his face. Roz smoothed the skirt out and then saw Art staring, with a smile playing on his lips. She couldn’t help but smile and became suspicious as they both knew that she couldn’t defend herself very well if Art decided to tickle her.
Roz: What? Art: UIB.
Roz was confused and then she remembered the little game that she had started with him a long while ago and smiled.
Roz: Now that you know the color of mine, tell me the color of yours since I’m injured. Art: That’s using your disability to your advantage. Roz: And I’ll be milking it for all it’s worth with things like this.
Art leaned down and whispered in her ear.
Art: You’ll have to find out for yourself. Roz: Haven’t we played this game before?
Art winked at her. Roz sighed as she tried to think of a way to get around his little traps. As much as she enjoyed his traps, her present physical situation didn’t really allow for many of them.
Art: You can just ask me to drop them to find out.
Roz blushed and looked away.
Roz: Do you really think I’m going to ask you to do that when I’ve never done it before? Art: You can never know.
He sat back down on the couch and turned her face so she was looking at him. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. Roz’s hands roamed to the back of his neck and he gasped.
Art: Your hands are freezing!
Roz retracted her hands from him.
Roz: I’m sorry. I can warm them up on myself first.
She started to put her hands on her back when Art grabbed them and brought them back out. He unbuttoned the top 5 buttons on his shirt and Roz realized what he was going to do.
Roz: You sure about this?
Art looked deep into her eyes and nodded.
Art: I’m sure.
He put her cold hand on his chest and kissed her passionately. She put her other hand on the side of his face. Suddenly, there was the sound of the doorbell and a metallic clink. Art squinted at the door and buttoned his shirt back up. He went to the door and Roz sat up against the arm of the couch. He looked through the peephole and saw his brother, Carl, standing outside. Art sighed and unlocked and opened the door.
Art: What can I do for you Carl? Carl: I came to ask a question about the lighting in my room. It’s gone all screwy on me and I was hoping that you could help me out. I looked first in the manual, which no one does now, but it was quite vague so I was wondering if you could explain it to me so I can understand it better. Art: So why didn’t you just call me?
He thought irritated, Can’t you see I have company you nitwit![/color] Carl saw the look on Art’s face but ignored it.
Carl: I’m visiting mother who, in case you forgot, lives a few floors up from here and I’m staying in the other apartment mom and dad own. She told me you were here and so I thought I’d pop down and get your help.
Art rolled his eyes. What was it about Art that Carl always felt it necessary to ruin a good to great situation? Carl had done this same thing every time he had a female guest over at his place.
Art: Couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow morning or something?
Carl cocked an eyebrow and smiled.
Carl: You know me Art well enough to know the answer to that question.
Art sighed but stepped to the side to let him in.
Art: Come in Carl.
Carl slowly entered and spotted Roz lying on the couch and paused, staring at her. She had her eyes closed and her red hair was fanned out behind her over the arm of the couch. Her cheeks were a bit pink still from when she had blushed before and Carl thought she was just beautiful. Art saw his gaze and smiled thinking, Great, now it’s only a matter of time before he tries one of those pickup lines of his on Roz. Hope she doesn’t fall for it.[/color].
Art: She’s taken.
Carl’s eyes didn’t move from her as Roz heard what Art said and looked up. She started to blush under his gaze.
Carl: What?
Art started to laugh and he walked around in front of Carl.
Art: I said she’s taken.
Carl looked at Art, who was smiling broadly. Carl’s cheeks went pink in embarrassment.
Carl: Oh, sorry. Art: This is Rosalyn Drouet, Roz for short. She is a civilian along with me on the Starbase Conqueror. Roz, this is Carl Cline… he’s my brother. Roz: Hi. Art: Just let me get my PADD and then we’ll try to fix the light in your room.
Carl smiled and nodded and Roz saw a glint out of the corner of her eye and looked at the floor. She saw the golden glint again and she reached down to see what it was. She picked it up and her eyes became big. It was a gold band with a single diamond in the center.
Roz: So what do you do Carl? Carl: I work on the base that’s circling Earth at this moment. Roz: And you need Art’s help with a simple room light? Carl: I can handle complicated things well like fixing orbit malfunctions but I can’t do simple tasks like fix a room light. Roz: And Art is the family handyman then I take it?
Art came back out with his PADD and heard Roz’s last question.
Art: Pretty much. Our mom knows nothing about computers and our dad just doesn’t have the mental or physical capacity anymore. Let’s go Carl. Roz, I’ll be back in a bit. I would suggest you not open the door to anyone unless it’s me and I’ll have a key. I also suggest you get some rest.
They then departed from the room and Roz heard the door lock click shut. She then looked at the ring thinking, ”Could this be what I think it is?”[/color] She looked behind her and saw a nice dinner setting on the table. She smiled and closed her eyes and went into a small sleep.
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Post by cline on Sept 1, 2005 21:18:10 GMT
Art shook his head and spoke as he and Carl made their way up to Carl’s apartment to fix the lighting problem.
Art: I have yet to figure out why you always have to break something in your room when I have company over, especially when that company is of the feminine gender. Carl: Elementary my dear brother. I do it so I can use some of my witty lines on them and possibly steal them away from you. Art: Ah I see.
He smacked Carl on the back of the head and shook his head.
Art: And how many times have you been able to accomplish that little goal of yours? Carl: I think it’s worked three times. Yeah, three times. And don’t worry bro, those girls that I stole from you, they weren’t worth your time.
Art looked at him in astonishment and froze in his steps. Carl just kept walking and grinning.
Art: I’m not entirely sure that you weren’t adopted. Either that or mom had an affair and I seriously doubt the latter.
Carl stopped at his door and turned around to face Art. He shrugged noncommittally. Art went into the room and saw the lighting problem. He pulled out his tools and began working. Carl leaned on the wall nearby.
Carl: So, have you gotten into her pants yet? Art: You know how I feel about that. Carl: That means yes. Have the two of you… done it?
Art ignored him and kept working so Carl tried again.
Carl: Have you made love? Art: (testily) You know the answer to that. Carl: Means no. You going to get laid tonight then? Art: Why should you care? Carl: Excuse me for being curious.
Art spun and glared at him.
Art: In case you forgot, curiosity killed the cat.
Carl then backed off. Art kept working and he felt bad for snapping at his younger brother. He sighed.
Art: So what pickup lines did you use on Roz? Carl: I didn’t.
Art dropped one of the tools in his hand on his foot in surprise and he winced and picked it back up.
Art: You didn’t use any? You sick or something? Carl: Ha ha, very funny. No, I’m not sick. I just saw the look in your eyes and in hers. I didn’t see the point. I’ve never seen a girl so deeply in love before. You’re a very lucky man Art to have her. She’s a very beautiful young woman.
Art stared at him in surprise. Carl had never acted like this before and Art wasn’t sure to be afraid or happy. He decided to be happy as it meant that Roz really did love him.
Art: If you had used one or two of your pickup lines on her, what would they have been? Carl: I would have used the, I must be dead because I see an angel in front of me, and the, Your father must be a thief because he stole the beauty from the moon and gave it to you. Art: You’re not too far off from the latter one.
Carl looked at him in curiosity but Art didn’t elaborate so he let it drop. They didn’t talk for a few minutes and then the silence was broken by Carl asking a question.
Carl: She legal?
The second the words were out of his mouth, Carl ran for it. Art threw a tool at him and hit him in the calf successfully. Carl fell down and laughed. Art went back to working on the lighting. Ten minutes later, Art came back to his own apartment. He saw Roz sleeping on the couch, gently put down the PADD and tools, and silently approached. She heard him coming and opened her eyes. He snapped his fingers in mock irritation and sat down on the couch next to her.
Roz: You looked happy to see him. Art: Carl’s a great guy but sometimes he just has a way of getting under my skin. The whole time I was fixing his light he was teasing me and asking me whether I was going to get some action tonight.
Roz laughed.
Roz: The two of you are definitely brothers. You both have the same playful attitude and the same reaction when first meeting me. Only I don’t think you looked like a frog when we met.
When Art didn’t say anything, Roz smiled more broadly and then looked at her ankle under the icepack. She picked it up and saw it was very swollen. She sighed and swore quietly under her breath. She then leaned back forcefully on the arm of the couch. Art’s face looked concerned.
Art: What’s wrong? Roz: I’m sorry for ruining all your plans for tonight. Art: We can’t control things like slipping on the stairs. I’m just happy I have you here and that you’re ok. Roz: I don’t know if a broken ankle is qualifying as ok.
Art scowled and poked her in the side.
Art: You’re alive and you’ll live through the ankle incident. That’s what I mean and you know it. Besides, I don’t know if you ruined everything that I had planned. Here.
He reached into his pocket and fumbled around for something. His face then turned very worried and he turned his pocket out.
Art: Oh blast.
Roz instantly knew what he was looking for and was trying not to laugh.
Roz: Lose something? Art: Yeah. (to himself) What happened to it? Roz: What did it look like? Art: You’d know it if you saw it. Roz: Could you be talking about this?
She showed him the ring in her hand and he looked. He became very confused and pointed at it.
Art: Where’d you get that? Did you take that out of my pocket? Roz: No. It fell out of your pocket when you stood up to answer the door. Is it what I think it is? Art: Possibly.
He took the ring from her hand, held it between his fingers, took her left hand, and put the ring on her ring finger. He then looked at Roz expectantly.
Roz: Yes. That the correct answer? Art: Only if you mean it.
Roz hooked a finger around the necklace and pulled him into a kiss. She then released him and he smiled.
Roz: I mean it.
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Post by roz on Sept 1, 2005 21:24:50 GMT
When Roz said yes, she saw Art's eyes light up significantly. He smiled and kissed her.
Art: You hungry at all? Roz: I don’t know if it’s a good idea to be putting food in my stomach with the pain in my ankle if I hit it by accident.
Art nodded in agreement but leaned in to her ear.
Art: This is a new argument from you that I haven’t heard before. While it makes slight sense, it would be better for your stomach if you put some food in it. Roz: I’m not hungry. Art: Rosalyn.
He looked at her and she sighed and looked behind her at the table. The smell of the food made her mouth water. She looked back around and thought for a moment.
Roz: I’ll eat something. It might not be much but I’ll eat something.
Art rolled his eyes but knew he wasn’t going to get much more out of her. He picked her up in his arms and set her down in a chair. Roz put her ankle on an empty chair and looked at the food in front of her. She started laughing then looked at Art.
Art: What’s so funny? The pizza? The replicator broke somehow and so my brother had to help but as you saw, he’s not to good with technology like this so this is what he gave us in compensation. Roz: Art, it’s the most romantic meal I’ve ever had.
Art wasn’t sure she meant that whole-heartedly but he smiled anyway. Roz ate a slice but didn’t eat anything more. She looked outside and saw snow falling. Everything was beautiful outside. Art finished eating and walked around to her.
Art: You ok? Roz: I’ll be fine.
She smiled slightly and closed her eyes.
Art: Tired? Roz: You know I’d like to play but I haven’t the strength or the energy.
Art smiled and laughed a little. He picked her up in his arms.
Art: Don’t worry about it. Let me grab you a shirt to sleep in and then we’ll wrap your ankle for tonight.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. He carried her into the bedroom and put her on the bed then sorted through his laundry and found an undershirt for her to wear instead of the black tanktop. She slid it on over her tanktop and then took the tanktop off from underneath the undershirt. Art had gone into the bathroom after handing her the shirt to brush his teeth for a bit and was slightly impressed by what he saw her do. Roz looked up and saw him looking back at her in the mirror. She leaned back onto her elbows and tilted her head so it was resting on one of her shoulders. Art turned around and came back over to the bed.
Roz: Care to help me with something? Art: Depends on what it is. Roz: You’ll enjoy this request.
A few minutes later, Art’s arms were trapped in his own shirt and Roz was standing on one ankle in front of him, with an impish smile on her face. Art looked at his situation and then scowled at Roz.
Art: Why do I get the feeling this is something you did on purpose? Roz: The thought that your arms would be disabled for the most part did occur to me but not until afterwards.
She then shifted and her bad ankle touched the floor and she fell sideways onto the bed. She winced and just lay there.
Art: Let’s get something to wrap your ankle with. Hold on.
He took off his shirt and threw it over a chair then went to go find a bandage.
Roz: (muttering to self) Talk about a turnoff.
Art came back with a bandage and Roz rolled over onto her back. She brought her leg up and held it up in the air as he wrapped it. Roz winced a few times but didn’t make a sound. She pretends to be strong but she’s still a woman and can feel everything,[/color] Art thought. After Roz had brought her leg back down slowly, she pulled herself farther up onto the bed and lay there. Art lay down on his side on the bed and put one hand around Roz’s waist and pulled her closer to him. When he did, he started exploring the curve of her ear and neck, sending chills up and down her spine. She then rolled over so she was facing him and kissed him long and full. About 10 minutes later, Art was half-leaning against the headboard and Roz was lying on her side next to him, running her fingers up and down his arm and his side. Roz looked at one of the windows and smiled. Art saw her smile and was a bit confused.
Art: What are you smiling at?
He then started tickling her and she squirmed.
Roz: We have succeeded in fogging the windows up. Art: I’ll take your word for it. Though I’m sure it’s no thanks to you and your ankle there. Roz: Right. As if your squeaky bed isn’t a turnoff as well.
The bed didn’t actually squeak, she just wanted to tease him so he would hold her close to him. Art smiled but gaped at her.
Art: My bed does not squeak! Roz: Oh, then I guess it was the gears in your head trying to work at what to do next.
Roz slowly started backing away and Art lunged at her and Roz turned around to escape. Art grabbed her before she reached the end of the bed and pulled her back to him and started tickling her. She squirmed and relaxed, realizing resistance was futile as it only urged him on. Art brushed her hair away from her shoulder and neck and teasingly bit her shoulder. Roz yawned and closed her eyes.
Art: Tired? Roz: Yes. Art: Then let’s go to sleep.
He got up and took off his pants. Roz opened her eyes and looked at the window, which was now slowly becoming clear again.
Roz: When you say sleep you do mean it in the sense of dreaming and not in the intercourse sense right? Art: Of course I mean it in the actual sleeping sense. Sex is for the honeymoon night, not before.
He laid his pants over the arm of the chair that his shirt was on and then went into the other rooms to turn out the lights and lock up. He came back and saw Roz had managed to get herself under the covers without much trouble. He got in behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him.
Roz: Wouldn’t it have been wiser to keep your pants on until all the lights were out and the door locked? People could have seen you in your underwear. Art: The thought didn’t occur to me. And who knows? I might have been showing off to the girl across the alleyway. Roz: Good try but you failed. I saw who lives across the alley. It’s a fat old man who was sitting in his underwear watching TV, or so it seemed. Art: Oops. Forgot that the hot girl moved. My mistake. Roz: Very funny hotshot.
Art started laughing and he kissed her on the shoulder.
Art: You know I don’t mean it. Roz: I know.
She then looked at the ring on her finger and thought, Otherwise you wouldn’t have asked me to marry you. She then closed her eyes and fell asleep.
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