Dinner with dessert

Posted on 11 Mar 2020 @ 4:04am by Commander Amelia Fox & Lieutenant Syvar MD

Mission: Mission 3 - Whom gods destroy ...
Location: Amelia Fox's quarters
Timeline: MD6 2100
1933 words - 3.9 OF Standard Post Measure

ON:

Amelia was very happy with her redesigned quarters. The four crewmen had done a wonderful job. They had made a slightly larger kitchen area so amelia could prepare food and still talk to people who were in the dining room which was right next to it in an open-plan design.

This evening, she was preparing a meal for Syvar. She had poured over his personnel records trying to find out which foods were his favorites. Finally, her search had struck paydirt.

Her father had owned and operated a restaurant in Texas and older brothers had all gone into the family business. While Amelia had joined Starfleet, after watching her father and brothers she still enjoyed preparing food for others.

There was a pan of soup on one of the heating elements. A griddle pan was waiting for two fish fillets and there were vegetables in other pans off to one side.

She had poured herself a glass of red wine to enjoy while she was cooking. She had chosen to wear her trusty black dress, but she still chose to wear her hair down when off duty.

Everything was coming together nicely. Now she just needed her date to arrive.

Syvar on the other hand had opted for his earth tone suit, which was actually quite comfortable to wear. He was carrying a small bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. Research had told him that these were the proper items to bring towards a date.

Though he wasn't nervous, exactly, he still had this really funny feeling in his stomach that he couldn't - medically - explain. He gave himself another once-over, before shifting all items to one arm and reaching for the chime.

Making a quick check to see everything was ok to be left for a moment, Amelia went over and opened the door. "Hey you, come in." The moment the doors closed, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "Looking particularly dashing this evening I might add. Are those for me? Thank you. Would you like a drink? Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes or so."

A drink.. what would be appropriate? Syvar remained silent for a few seconds as he considered this. "How about some juice?" He ventured as he handed her the flowers and chocolates. He glanced around, taking in the difference in scenery. "I like what you've done here," he offered carefully, suppressing a shiver that went down his spine as memories threatened to overwhelm him for a moment. "It....helps..."

"I needed to... have a change. After what she did. I like it too" she agreed as she placed the chocolates on the table and found a vase for the flowers. "How about a nice traditional cloudy lemonade? It's very refreshing?"

She took him by the hand and led him to the table which had been paid out for two. It was also quite close to the kitchen area so their conversation could continue while Amelia could tend to their meal. "I'll just be a moment, i hope you're hungry."

"I am," he acknowledged as he took a seat, twisting so he could observe her. "I didn't know you could cook," he observed, "though what I don't understand is why you would risk ruining your dress. Shouldn't you wear an apron?"

"I learned from the best you know. My dad ran a restaurant in Austin, Texas with my older brothers. I wore an apron when I was doing the preparation, but now it's almost ready." She handed him a cool glass of cloudy lemonade. "I don't think you need those now..." She motioned to his gloves "I Know why you wear them, but they're not necessary with me." she added with a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Staring down at his gloved hands, he slowly pulled them off and laid them aside. "Perhaps not with you, but certainly with patients," he explained, tilting his face up towards her.

A small bell chimed. "Ah! the first course is ready." She went back over to the kitchen area and moments later, she came back with two bowls of pumpkin soup. "Would you like some bread with this?"

"This smells delicious," Syvar praised, "you went through all this trouble just for me?" He nodded at her offer for bread, leaning forward to sniff at the bowl again.

"It was no trouble, I enjoyed it." She smiled at him as she sat and passed him a fresh bread roll. "Besides, you're worth it." She breathed in the steam rising from the bowl. "I know you have some... strong memories about Australia. And some strong feelings too." She reached across the table and gave his hand a squeeze. "Do you consider that your home as much as Vulcan?"

"It is my only home. My birth parents fled Vulcan in the hopes of being more accepted on Earth. Vulcan isn't my home, I'll never be accepted for who I am there. When my parents died, I was adopted by a childless Human couple. I have never felt loved as much as they loved me, and with them, I can be myself. I don't really remember my birth parents, even though I was ten years old when they died. I almost died too, the infection must've clouded my memories of them, as well as the subsequent trauma."

Her eyes glistened as she listened to his story. "I can see why you have such strong feelings about it. Your adoptive parents sound like a wonderful couple."

Once the first course was finished, she picked up the bowls and placed them on the counter. She came back a moment later. "I've never cooked this fish before, so I hope I got it right. It's grilled Barramundi with some steamed vegetables.

His eyes lit up as he glanced from the dish up to her, and back to the dish. "You made Barramundi?" He went back to staring at her. "How'd you.." But of course she knew! "Maybe... I should make you dinner next time," he suggested instead, "this looks wonderful and I'm sure you didn't mess it up."

She raised an eyebrow "I look forward to it. I know that these days we've been spoiled by the convenience of a replicator but my dad taught me that throughout history the creation of a good meal brought people together like a family." She took a bite and savored the flavors, then said quite modestly "It turned out ok."

"I'm sure you dad would be proud," Syvar smiled as he savoured his food, "nothing beats a real cooked meal for sure." He continued to smile as he polished off the food on his plate. "Do you have a favourite dish?"

"My dad always made the best steaks. They just melted in your mouth. With corn on cob and mac and cheese. He always made these little side dishes. small portions but so many of them. Barbeque beans and sauteed potatoes. Creamed spinach and mushrooms."

"That does sound delicious," Syvar commented as he watched her enjoyment in telling him this.

Once their plates were empty, she sat for a moment just staring loving at him. she finally rose. "I hope you left room for dessert. This pavlova was quite tricky to make you know."

"You are spoiling me tonight..." Syvar reached to stack their plates together. "Do you need any help? I can hardly let you do it all alone, had I known I would've come earlier to help. Not that I'm much of a cook, to be honest, but I do know the basics."

"No, I'm quite alright. You just sit there and relax. One thing the replicator is good for is cleaning up dirty plates." She placed a bowl of pavlova in front of him which was topped with whipped cream, strawberries, passion fruit and kiwi fruit.

"There's a nice pot of tea brewing for afterward, Oh! I almost forgot. Computer! some background music please. Some nice gentle classical guitar by Rigney. Forty percent volume."

Syvar cringed. "Is the music really necessary?" he asked as he dipped his spoon into the pavlova. It was deliciously sweet, even if he wasn't a sweet tooth. Carefully, he pushed the kiwi fruit aside, but seemed to rather enjoy the rest of it. "How did you know all this? I don't remember telling you.."

Amelia blushed, as if been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Computer. Cancel music. Well. I’ve been inside your mind so I know you have fond memories of Australia and its food. And having a quick glance at your personal file might have helped. I wanted to make you feel special. As special as you make me feel.”

"You don't need to spoil me to make me feel special. I already feel special, by just being in your company." He reached out to touch her hand. "To share someone's mind takes a great deal of trust, and it's not a step I undertake lightly."

“I wouldn’t offer my mind to anyone you know.” She said smiling warmly at him and gently squeezing his hand back. “I enjoyed making this evening special for you. You’re worth it.” Having finished their dessert, Amelia fetched two pots of tea and led him over to the sofa where she sat down and snuggled up close to him.

"As long as I get to return the favour," Syvar murmured as he drew his arms around her. "I have never felt this way before, and I'm not sure how to explain it. This feeling is new to me, it's not an emotion I'm familiar with." He nuzzled her hair again, which was almost becoming a habit. "What is this feeling?"

She took his hand playfully and started to kiss each finger tip slowly. “Mmmmm I do look forward to that. Can you describe this feeling? I do hope it’s a nice feeling. Like when I’m with you I feel safe and secure and sort of tingly all over. You make me feel like nothing and nobody could ever hurt me. And it’s a good feeling.” She gazed into his eyes. “Is it something like that?”

"Something like that," he agreed, "and somewhat fuzzy and warm, but yes something like that. I feel safe, with you." He watched as she kissed his fingers, which caused a somewhat odd sensation, then shivered as she moved to the palm of his hand, gasping softly under his breath. "Very fuzzy," he murmured, leaning forward to kiss her again. "What is this feeling?"

"Hhmmm it is an interesting case..." She said with mock seriousness. She said as she rose and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground. She got down low and started to slide her hands up his leg to his stomach, chest. Her hand roamed under his jacket to remove it and then went back to his neck and finally to his face. "We've both got the same condition and it seems to intensify when we're close. I think we need to do some serious research into this..." She kissed him passionately "Tell me, is the feeling getting stronger?

Slowly, he nodded, his breath quickening.

She smiled at him seductively "I think I might have an idea, but still needs more research. Come with me..." She took his hand and led him towards her bedroom.

He accepted the hand up, but couldn't help wonder if perhaps they were ill.

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●● Lieutenant Amelia Fox
Executive Officer
USS Andromeda


Ensign Syvar
Acting CMO
pnpc Aidan