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Passions (PG-18)

Posted on Thu Feb 23rd, 2017 @ 7:21am by Warrant Officer Cato West & Lieutenant Commander T'Pral Jordan
Edited on on Thu Feb 23rd, 2017 @ 3:26pm

Mission: Refit Rondo
Location: Holodeck
Timeline: Day before the Away Mission

Cato had to admit to himself, he liked her more than he would care to admit. She had this energy about her that few could understand. Cato stood on the white sandy beach of Grace Bay in Turks and Caicos; having deleted all of the people from the program it was just wide open white sand, crystal blue and turquoise water for miles. Silver mirrored Oakley plaintiff glasses reflected the gorgeous view that he was taking in; along with tan MACO shorts (udt shorts) with stitched insignia on the left front. Tattoos and scars visible now, Cato wasn't a fan of dermal regenerators. Scars to him and other Special Warfare Operators were reminders of mistakes.

T'Pral entered the holodeck dressed in a sea-green two piece swimsuit with her hair not in it's normal upkept position now hung just past her shoulders. As she approached West, she noticed the scars and tattoos. She wondered why he hadn't requested a dermal regenerator on them. "This is a nice setting," she commented.

"Yeah..." Cato's voice trailed off "This place usually keeps me at peace." he turned his head to get a look at her "Well, at least the view improved." he smiled warmly before turning his gaze back out to the empty white sand beach and gorgeous water. Weather was a comfortable 78 degrees with high humidity, but not to the point of being uncomfortable.

T'Pral grinned at the comment directed at her before continuing. "I can understand why. Though if I may ask, why do you still bear your scars?"

"Honestly?..." His voice trailed off before he continued "They're reminders. Of mistakes that either almost got me killed or got friends killed." Though she couldn't see it, Cato's eyes started to well up a bit; But were completely hidden behind those silver mirrored aviator sunglasses. "We all have reminders of our demons; Some mental, some physical, some both." he turned around and looked at her before raising his left arm, showing her the inside of his left bicep; An intricate tattoo of a tree branch with initials and stardates, in total about 19 different ones were tastefully blended into the branches. "I like to remember."

"I can tell," she said solemnly. "I apologize for asking."

"It's okay, don't apologize." Cato quickly got his composure together.

Reading his body language, T'Pral knew she had hit an emotional nerve. She closed distance with him and wrapped her arms around him. It was an illogical move, as her father would have said but to her it felt like it was the right move to make the situation a happier one.

The minute that she laced her arms around his neck and moved closer to him; the distance between them was mere inches (if that). Cato's hands moved to slide down her sides to rest at her waist. Pulling her body up against his, his lips brushed up against hers; but didn't push forward into a kiss, just teased.

T'Pral for possibly the first time in her life, was unsure of what to do. She felt the wild passion borne from her untamed Vulcan emotions stir within her while yet her mind fought to suppress those urges. Closing her eyes, she stepped back and opened them. "Perhaps we should go for a swim," she said after clearing her throat.

Cato didn't say anything and just made started to walk for the water, small 3-6" waves lapping on the white sand beach. "Do you ever get tired of wearing the uniform?" He said, wading out to knee deep water and then sitting down.

T'Pral sat down next to him. "No, not really. What else would I do? In Starfleet I am able to use my skills and experience help and protect others others. Besides, I am out of uniform at this moment," she grinned.

He smiled and didn't hide the fact he was looking, yet again. Though he shook it off and continued "Seriously though, after I lost my commission it's been getting harder and harder every day to keep going. Just act like my career isn't in the shitter and pretend that I don't miss the days of being a MACO or special warfare. The CIO already hates me and will probably leave my ass on a rock somewhere to die." He rambled, Cato wasn't particularly ecstatic after his meeting with Clio or Mal.

Looking over at the man, she was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Starfleet do not leave people behind...and if she did leave you on a rock, she would have to contend with me," she grinned slyly. "There are always hard days in our lives but you will get a chance to get your commission back. You just have to prove to those who doubt you of your worthiness and that you deserve a commission. If you need help, I will be here for you."

"Starfleet, yes. Starfleet Intelligence? Hah, they'll pronounce you K-I-A and leave you with your ass hanging in the wind." he paused suddenly realizing what T'Pral had said "She'll have to contend with you huh?" He backtracked and that statement made a smile appear on his lips. "You just met me, for all you know I'm some washed up former MACO psycho they dug up in a penal colony."

"You don't fit the profile of a 'psycho', as you put it. I also regard myself as a good judge of character and you are a good man from what I have seen thus far," T'Pral commented as she realized he was attempting to put up a barrier in their developing relationship. She wondered why as she continued to fight an internal struggle between her passion, fueled by raw vulcan emotion and her more logical mind. Sighing, she spoke up again. "Cato, I will admit I find you interesting and attractive, however, I want to know if you wish to pursue this. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable."

Fuckin' Vulcans, always trying to analyze everything. Cato hauled those aviators off his face and let them drop into the water next to them. "You know, where I come from, actions speak louder than words." It was in that moment that Cato knew he had a choice to make. Right hand lifted, dripping warm salt water onto her collarbone and left shoulder as his wet palm gently pushed past her left ear. Resting at the base of her head (back of her neck) he gently kissed her soft, full lips. His free left hand moved to her waist and tried to pull her body in closer to his own.

The movement surprised T'Pral, who at first wanted to resist, yet she didn't. She enjoyed the dominance that Cato was showing as she allowed herself to be pulled against him, kissing him back as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Left arm snaked around her back and pulling her close; His right hand gently trailed down the left side of her neck, before gently grasping. Cato was dominate, very, very dominate. But his hand didn't stay there for more than a second or two before moving to her shoulder. Breaking the kiss, his forehead rested against T'Pral's before whispering "Pursue isn't the word I'd use." he smiled.

She raised an eyebrow at Cato. "Then what would you prefer?"

"You can't pursue what you already have." he nipped softly at her bottom lip with his teeth, playfully.

"I am glad," she said, kissing him again.

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The next morning, T'Pral stirred, feeling the warmth of a body against hers. She woke to find herself in her quarters as she looked at West lying next to her nude body. She grinned, laying her head on his chest. "Good morning," she said.

Demons Cato was asleep and his dreams haunted him. In his dream, he wasn't himself His hair was long again, beard grown out. A glimpse of what was to come? Or was it something that was in the past? Cato himself didn't know anymore. Cracking his eyes open, he felt the warmth of her body pressed up against his own. "Good morning pretty girl." he kissed her forehead before turning slightly, squeezing her body with his arms playfully before his right hand wandered down and grabbed her ass.

T'Pral grinned. She wished she could remain in bed with West but she had duty in an hour. "What do you want for breakfast?" she asked.

"I wish I could, I can't. I'm sorry." he paused as he pulled away from her and slid out of bed. "I need to start prepping for this cluster fuck of a rescue mission." he started moving for his clothes as he too had to get his ass to E-Deck. "BUT!" he turned around after he quickly put his boxers and uniform pants on, leaning back over the bed. Cato placed a soft kiss on her lips "Dinner?" He smiled before pulling away again and resuming getting dressed.

"Agreed," she said continuing to grin as she got out of bed and headed for the sonic shower.

Cato was completely dressed in record time, following her into the bathroom he moved to the sink and splashed some water on his face. Fixing his hair, he turned around and took in the view. "1900 hours, my quarters." he smiled "I'm gonna have that image in my head all day now." he wolf-whistled back at her as he walked out of the bathroom and headed out of her quarters.

"Yes sir," she said with a large grin as she activated the sonic shower.

 

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