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Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 26
Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 26
Author:charisstoma
Word count:1014
Follows from Part 25
“No, you can not go home looking like that,” Sonya repeated for what felt like the twelfth time. “It is fortunate that blood donors, normal blood donors,” her brow rose looking at him, “must wait to replenish their blood before they can donate again. Remember what I told you about why you couldn’t host a diner so soon after Connell sent you here?”
They were seated at the breakfast bar, him with his scrambled eggs and sausage and Sonya with a cup of tea, “But Connell knows that it was Warren who was with me and they play together with their consorts.”
“No. Do not ask again for the rest of the day or you’ll have steak medium rare for all of your meals until I forgive you.” Her fangs were showing and the words hissed. It occurred to Everett that there was something more behind just his safety.
“I can still come by and visit with you, can’t I? After this is all done?” Putting his arms around her, “I love you. Just not in that way.”
She was stiff in his hold and then melted, “And I love you too, just not in that way.” A smile colored her reply in mischievous amusement. “I love you this way,” she nipped him lightly under his ear, suckling a moment, “and this way,” and kissed him on the forehead. Sighing, “but you’ve got too much cock for my taste.”
Grinning Everett said, “That’s not a bad complement. A cupboard love friend.” He sobered, “Will I ever get to see you in the future?”
“Well there are the soirées and if ever Connell can’t take you with him for any reason, you might be placed back in my keeping.” She leaned forward whispering, “I’m safe.”
“Sure you are,” and he dragged the sure out grinning as he did, giving her a squeeze.
“You have to stop doing that. It is not appropriate for a donor to squeeze one of my kind; not their consort or being their concubine. Not in public anyway and not where Connell can see.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Brat. So what did you think of Warren? I was surprised his name was on the list. It wasn’t there the day before and yet there his name was stuck in the middle.”
Vlad evidently knew how to hack into lists, which was a feat because the list was printed out on paper. A seed of unease riffled up his spine.
“Sonya, how is my choice of consort recorded? It’s a done deal that once I satisfied the Council’s requirements that it’s Connell I want, right?”
She looked at him. “You have to have a meeting between your new consort choice and the consort who initially petitioned for you, if you want to change your mind. There would be at least two Council members present to keep order.”
Inwardly Everett breathed out a sigh. Vlad couldn’t tamper with that.
“There will be two Council members present anyway to witness your first union,” her tone saying, that was in the manual you were supposed to have read and understood.
“I know, I know. Just wanted to make sure that it wasn’t a paper thing that could get mixed up. No koon-ut-kal-if-fee at the last moment.”
Sonya’s brow was furrowed, “I don’t understand. What language is that in?”
“Vulcan.” Everett grinned.
“Where is this place that Vulcan is spoken? I’ve never heard of this language.”
Turning her towards the communal living area of which he was the only border, “I’ll find it for you on Netflix. The episode is called 'Amok Time' and the show is called Star Trek.” He took pity on her, “It’s a sci-fi program.”
“Then this Star Trek is not real. You can not base real life on a fictional media program.”
“They dealt with real life issues in their shows. There was racism and what it means to be human and this one was …” He thought over the story line, trying to remember what could be the theme the show’s writers were looking for, “hmmm prearranged marriages and the strength of love between friends, or something like that.”
Maybe he thought by the time they reached the beginning of season two, twenty-nine shows later, she’d have forgotten about his bringing up koon-ut-kal-if-fee unless it happened at his wedding. Vlad, he had a feeling, already knew about it. Just how underhanded and able was Vlad at maneuvering things to his wishes? Judging by the magicking in of Warren’s name onto the printed out list, he wasn’t so sure.
“Can I call Stephen and talk to him?” he asked nervously during a break.
Sonya was busy cueing up the next show as he looked over at her. He wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t order in full sized posters of Uhura or Nurse Chapel or even, he grinned, T’Pring.
“Yes, now that you’ve completed the requirements, it is perfectly acceptable that you may contact your future co-consort,” she answered preoccupied with her task.
He went over and gave her a hug, “I’m going to go to bed now then, so I can call him in the morning.”
“But what about the next episode?” Sonya held her hand out towards the large flat screen television mounted on the wall.
“We can discuss any of the episodes you’ve watched before you go to sleep or when you wake up. In fact wake me. I’ve watched all three seasons of the original series and,” he grinned, “then there’s the spin offs with Sisko and Janeway’s series’; The Next Generation with Pichard, and the prequel series with Archer and T’Pau, and ‘then’ there’s” he paused to put a dramatic husky low tone into his words “The Movies”.
Sonya’s pupils dilated and her fangs came out further than when she'd been his diner.
Slapping his hands up over his mouth and widening his eyes he wailed, “What have I done?!” Sonya looked concerned, “I’ve created a Trekkie.” The pillow hit him with enough force that he stumbled going out the doorway, laughing all the way to his bedroom.
Continues here with Part 27
Author:charisstoma
Word count:1014
Follows from Part 25
“No, you can not go home looking like that,” Sonya repeated for what felt like the twelfth time. “It is fortunate that blood donors, normal blood donors,” her brow rose looking at him, “must wait to replenish their blood before they can donate again. Remember what I told you about why you couldn’t host a diner so soon after Connell sent you here?”
They were seated at the breakfast bar, him with his scrambled eggs and sausage and Sonya with a cup of tea, “But Connell knows that it was Warren who was with me and they play together with their consorts.”
“No. Do not ask again for the rest of the day or you’ll have steak medium rare for all of your meals until I forgive you.” Her fangs were showing and the words hissed. It occurred to Everett that there was something more behind just his safety.
“I can still come by and visit with you, can’t I? After this is all done?” Putting his arms around her, “I love you. Just not in that way.”
She was stiff in his hold and then melted, “And I love you too, just not in that way.” A smile colored her reply in mischievous amusement. “I love you this way,” she nipped him lightly under his ear, suckling a moment, “and this way,” and kissed him on the forehead. Sighing, “but you’ve got too much cock for my taste.”
Grinning Everett said, “That’s not a bad complement. A cupboard love friend.” He sobered, “Will I ever get to see you in the future?”
“Well there are the soirées and if ever Connell can’t take you with him for any reason, you might be placed back in my keeping.” She leaned forward whispering, “I’m safe.”
“Sure you are,” and he dragged the sure out grinning as he did, giving her a squeeze.
“You have to stop doing that. It is not appropriate for a donor to squeeze one of my kind; not their consort or being their concubine. Not in public anyway and not where Connell can see.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Brat. So what did you think of Warren? I was surprised his name was on the list. It wasn’t there the day before and yet there his name was stuck in the middle.”
Vlad evidently knew how to hack into lists, which was a feat because the list was printed out on paper. A seed of unease riffled up his spine.
“Sonya, how is my choice of consort recorded? It’s a done deal that once I satisfied the Council’s requirements that it’s Connell I want, right?”
She looked at him. “You have to have a meeting between your new consort choice and the consort who initially petitioned for you, if you want to change your mind. There would be at least two Council members present to keep order.”
Inwardly Everett breathed out a sigh. Vlad couldn’t tamper with that.
“There will be two Council members present anyway to witness your first union,” her tone saying, that was in the manual you were supposed to have read and understood.
“I know, I know. Just wanted to make sure that it wasn’t a paper thing that could get mixed up. No koon-ut-kal-if-fee at the last moment.”
Sonya’s brow was furrowed, “I don’t understand. What language is that in?”
“Vulcan.” Everett grinned.
“Where is this place that Vulcan is spoken? I’ve never heard of this language.”
Turning her towards the communal living area of which he was the only border, “I’ll find it for you on Netflix. The episode is called 'Amok Time' and the show is called Star Trek.” He took pity on her, “It’s a sci-fi program.”
“Then this Star Trek is not real. You can not base real life on a fictional media program.”
“They dealt with real life issues in their shows. There was racism and what it means to be human and this one was …” He thought over the story line, trying to remember what could be the theme the show’s writers were looking for, “hmmm prearranged marriages and the strength of love between friends, or something like that.”
Maybe he thought by the time they reached the beginning of season two, twenty-nine shows later, she’d have forgotten about his bringing up koon-ut-kal-if-fee unless it happened at his wedding. Vlad, he had a feeling, already knew about it. Just how underhanded and able was Vlad at maneuvering things to his wishes? Judging by the magicking in of Warren’s name onto the printed out list, he wasn’t so sure.
“Can I call Stephen and talk to him?” he asked nervously during a break.
Sonya was busy cueing up the next show as he looked over at her. He wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t order in full sized posters of Uhura or Nurse Chapel or even, he grinned, T’Pring.
“Yes, now that you’ve completed the requirements, it is perfectly acceptable that you may contact your future co-consort,” she answered preoccupied with her task.
He went over and gave her a hug, “I’m going to go to bed now then, so I can call him in the morning.”
“But what about the next episode?” Sonya held her hand out towards the large flat screen television mounted on the wall.
“We can discuss any of the episodes you’ve watched before you go to sleep or when you wake up. In fact wake me. I’ve watched all three seasons of the original series and,” he grinned, “then there’s the spin offs with Sisko and Janeway’s series’; The Next Generation with Pichard, and the prequel series with Archer and T’Pau, and ‘then’ there’s” he paused to put a dramatic husky low tone into his words “The Movies”.
Sonya’s pupils dilated and her fangs came out further than when she'd been his diner.
Slapping his hands up over his mouth and widening his eyes he wailed, “What have I done?!” Sonya looked concerned, “I’ve created a Trekkie.” The pillow hit him with enough force that he stumbled going out the doorway, laughing all the way to his bedroom.
Continues here with Part 27
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