Dinner with Danger

Posted on Tue Oct 1st, 2024 @ 1:52am by Lieutenant Drevas & Commander Shr'Nesh Karadis

4,406 words; about a 22 minute read

Mission: The 'Eagle continues.
Location: Drevas' Quarters

Drevas' quarters honestly smelled pretty good. According to the recipe he'd found in the ship's computer, targ meat needed to be cooked in a pressure cooker for a full hour before becoming tender enough to be seared in a pan and not turn into a lump of tough, stringy meat. A delectable, meaty aroma filled the entirety of the small kitchenette setup he'd managed to requisition from Operations, one he savored as he got to work chopping vegetables and preparing the rest of dinner. The zilm'kach fruit had been a nightmare to get, but at least now he had two desserts cooling inside the mini-fridge below the stove.

Drevas dressed casually for the evening, in a dark blue button-up casual shirt and jeans. Shr'nesh would've been disappointed, surely, that he did in fact not cook in the nude! Speaking of the Klingon, though, he'd already sent along a time to her PADD, and she'd sent her acknowledgement back - the question now was what she'd turn up in. It was ten minutes away from the time he'd suggested, but still...

Karadis strolled along the corridor towards Lieutenant Drevas quarters. As she did, those whom were walking the opposite way did a double take, hardly recognising the Intelligence Officer out of her combat gear. Karadis simply allowed herself a half smirk at the side of her mouth, yes, she wasn't as they'd expected to see her off duty, she left some tongues dragging along the floor.

Arriving at Drevas door, she pressed the chime and awaited him coming.

Just in time, too - the mashed potato gravy he was making would need time to cook down anyway and besides, he'd just taken out the targ steaks and put them out to cool before searing them. With more than just a hint of excitement the Kelpien trotted to answer the door and oh dear goodness gracious, was she glorious. Drevas' eyes were immediately drawn to the v-line that ran down to her middle chest and showed off plenty of her ample cleavage - that was, after all, more or less the very first thing he'd see if he looked further down than her face and neck. Scanning even further downward almost made him salivate, more than the delicious smell of cooking targ steak already did. He could see someone from behind her shoot them both a jealous look; he shot the young Tellarite ensign a sharp look before leading Shr'nesh inside.

"You look lovely. Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes. I'll have to sear the steak and dish out the gravy." He said with a smile, trying very, very hard indeed not to pay too much mind to the burgeoning stiffness that seemed to have spontaneously materialised between his legs. Whether Shr'nesh had dressed this way to seduce him or not was completely unknown for now - but he needed to focus. He was sure even she wouldn't appreciate being ogled. "Please, do make yourself feel at home." He turned to walk back to the kitchenette.

"Thank you" Karadis replied, walking over to the sofa and sitting down. Making herself comfortable, crossing her legs so that just a slight squeak of her boots were intentionally heard, she looked at Drevas.

"Am I right in thinking your meats needing to rest?" she mused, "I'm meaning the cooked Targ, the aroma is wonderful"

Drevas smiles as he puts the two targ steaks onto a pan to sear. A hearty hissing noise fills the room as the two slabs of meat brown off in the pan while he tends to the gravy - thank goodness it hadn't begun to stick to the pot just yet. "Well, yes. If they don't, the juices flow out and we end up with boring, flavorless steak. A travesty, I'm sure you agree." The way she'd worded that, though, gave him pause to think. Your meats? Plural? For about five seconds his brain drew blanks as he pondered what exactly she meant - when realisation hit at last, he felt heat rise back into his cheeks again. Shr'nesh was teasing him, she really was. Honestly, he quite liked that - as much as he would've never admitted to it.

"I trust you had a relatively pleasant rest of your day?" He added, glancing back at her on the sofa. "I'm sure it hasn't been all that easy, getting things in order before our next mission. Would you like anything to drink?"

"It was fine" Karadis answered, "I've contacted SFIHQ to see if they can help us with garnering information on A'axxa, I'm waiting on them getting back to me. As for getting things in order, well, that's the Captain's part, I...along with everyone else...am just a bit player in his rich tapestry of mission web weaving."

She uncrossed her legs and stretched herself out, putting her hands behind her head, making her chest push out, stretching the leather fabric of her one piece catsuit around her chest. Her body to slide a little down the sofa, and she thought about a drink.

"I'm in the mood for a cocktail, I'll have a slippery nipple" she answered Drevas question.

"Tell me, do you kneed your meat, making it nice and tender, supple to the touch..." she asked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

Shr'nesh was laying on the innuendos thick - from the suggestive wording to the way she pushed out her generous bosom as she stretched. Part of Drevas wondered if this too was a test - to see if he'd crumble under seduction and coyness instead of actual threats. That too could be a weakness to exploit, if one knew how. Either way, Drevas wasn't about to let his dick do the thinking for him - at least, not until things got hot and heavy between them, whenever that was. He owed that much respect at least to her.

Regardless, Drevas crossed the room to his replicator and ordered the cocktail for her, after reading up on what exactly it was. The layers of the concoction that appeared in the slot surprised him, honestly - cream on red on clear. Humans invented the most surprising drinks.

"You know as well as I do, if not better, that targ steak has to be tenderized very well before cooking." He said as he walked over to her to give her the drink. He tried not to stare too hard at the flirtatiously erotic view in front of him, too. "Though the recipe I found recommended pounding with a heavier meat tenderizer than what is normally available. It took me quite some time." Drevas smiled coolly.

"Of course" Karadis answered, "the bigger the tenderizer, the better the meat tastes when...eaten" she finished. She took the drink Drevas had given her and put it to her lips. Her tongue stretched out and took some of the cream off the top of the drink, holding it there a second or two, she slowly pulled it back into her mouth, allowing the soft liquid to slide down her throat.

"I haven't had anything like that in my mouth for a long time, I love how it just slides down, and the taste... mmmmmmmm" she smiled.

A shiver ran down Drevas' spine. Yep, she was definitely toying with him, alright. Testing his resolve. Probing, poking until such point where he'd surrender to his lusts and... well, the less said about that the better.

"I'm glad you like it - and I hope you'll enjoy the meat as well." Drevas responded coolly as he returned to the kitchenette, his own little playful quip as a teaser. Drevas wasn't the best at being coy or flirtatious, but he certainly didn't mind trying when warranted.

With a flip of his spatula, he turned the searing steaks over before pouring the gravy into a spout for later. He began plating their dinners too, arranging mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables and reddish gravy on each plate. It'd been a nightmare sourcing the specific type of oil used in the potatoes too, seeing as it came from a type of Klingon plant.

"What do you do for fun, Shr'nesh?" He asked as he returned to the searing steaks. He didn't want them to burn, after all.

Karadis smiled, he was flirting back, a good sign to her, it meant he was relaxing. "Well, I like sport...all kinds as I have a competitive nature, I use the gym a lot, I like to listen to music, it calms me down if I've had a stressful day. But my favourite bit of fun is that I like challenges, especially escape challenges. What about you Drevas?"

"I read, or cook, or listen to music, or train where I am required to. I use the gym far less than you do." Drevas replied as he removed the steaks from the pan and let them rest on a wire rack. Now here was to hoping he'd gotten them exactly the right softness. "What kind of music exactly?" He asked, glancing back at her. The steak would need some time to cool down anyway, and besides, he could certainly afford to be paying her more attention. "I'm quite fond of Andorian ballads. The power and passion that they deliver, I feel, is rivalled only by that of Klingons." He cracked a tiny smile.

"Nothing can touch the rawness of a Klingon opera" Karadis replied, "and I do like that, however, having spent so much time around humans I must admit a penchant for something they call 'folk music'. Again, lyrics wise it doesn't compare to Klingon opera, but it does tend to have a certain kind of angst to it, their stories are kind of harrowing to say the least. You mentioned Andorian ballads, and them being powerful and passionate, is that something you look for?"

"Well, yes. Power and passion lend a lot to a story. Or a person." Drevas smiled and let that notion hang in the air as he sliced through the steak. To his massive relief, the center was still pinkish, and juice dripped onto the board as his knife cut through. He needed to use a bit more effort than with beef - 'targ will be tough no matter how soft you'd like it to be', the recipe had said, and he found no reason to doubt that - but eventually he brought two identical plates to the table. "I hope you like it." He said, placing a set of cutlery on either side of the table. Somehow he felt like sitting across from Shr'nesh at dinner would be an experience in and of itself.

Karadis rose from the sofa and walked across to the table. Sitting down, she admired what was set out on the plate before her.

"It looks like you've done a good job of this Drevas, but, as they say, it's all in the taste, and I have to admit, for me, it's how your meat will taste in my mouth, and how tender it is allowing it to slide all the way to the back of my mouth" she said seductively.

"I've done what I can, of course. I assure you. Though I suppose the real result comes when you've tasted it." He added with a brief playful gleam in his amber-colored eyes. Yep, she was definitely trying to seduce him - which meant that he'd need to give her a good fight, so to speak, standing his ground until... er, well, maybe he'd just need to read the room.

"There's something very satisfying for me about having meat and two veg" Karadis said, cutting a piece of the Targ meat off and holding it up on her fork. She opened her mouth and slowly put the fork in, wrapping her lips around the utensil and slowly pulling it out, allowing her teeth to catch the meat and keep it inside. She slowly chewed it and then swallowed, "Mmmmm, that does taste good, tender to a point, but yet hard enough for you to have to work your mouth so that you get every piece of goodness out of it that you can, and way it slides down my throat makes me want more. If I didn't know better, I'd say you planned to have your meat be that way for me, so I'd have to work on it."

The feeling that flooded Drevas' chest was a funny mix of relief, joy and... arousal? On the one hand he was immensely glad that she liked his food, and that the targ hadn't turned into a fibrous mess - on the other, he was secretly enjoying her attempts to seduce him; attempts he had to admit were, slowly, taking their toll. He smiled and sat down across from Shr'nesh and cut into his dinner, albeit with much less showmanship. He took a moment to admire his 'date', as it were - why exactly she'd taken such an interest in him instead of any of the other humanoids on board was anyone's guess, but he wasn't about to waste the opportunity.

"There are zilm'kach tarts in the fridge for dessert." He added. "I was hoping they'd remind you somewhat of home."

"Home isn't somewhere I want to be reminded off to be honest" Karadis replied, a distant and forlorn look now on her face, "it doesn't hold good memories for me. It's where...things began to wrong and put me on course for the life I have now."

Drevas' expression fell slightly. He'd not expected that of her - by all accounts he'd assumed her to be proud of her heritage. It shone through in everything she did, from her work ethic to her manner of speaking to the delicious suggestiveness she'd been putting on for him all evening. Maybe that there was the issue - assuming things of her when they could very well be the opposite.

Thankfully, Drevas was always one to have backup plans on hand - both in life and on duty. Destined to fail were the ones who forged single plans and expected them to play out as intended. "There's also chocolate cake if you'd like," He offered. "I shall not inquire as to the specifics if you'd prefer me not to. I'd rather you tell me at your own time, whenever that is. Whenever you feel ready."

"Perhaps I will, some day, for now though, I'm just enjoying myself here and now" Karadis smiled. "You mentioned chocolate cake, 'that' I would do anything for, and I mean anything" she said, running her tongue round her red lipsticked lips, back to being herself again.

"Chocolate cake it is." Drevas decided with a smile. How strange, to see her flip from deeply mournful to her previous sultry self. "For now, however, your steak is getting cold, and you know as well as I do that targ is best eaten when warm. Would you like ice cream with your cake?" He raised an eyebrow at her, either ignorant or uncaring of the innuendos of what he'd just said. Go figure. "I believe I should have... vanilla. Or strawberry, if that strikes your fancy." He decided not to mention his very, very occasional habit of eating ice cream out of a tub and telling no one about it. She would probably find out eventually anyway.

"Oh, I don't like anything vanilla, in any part of my life" Karadis said in a sultry tone, "there's nothing exciting about it in any way, and I prefer cream with my chocolate ice cream, you know, the thicker and creamier the better, it's just so nice. Getting back to the steak for a moment, I can eat it and swallow it, whatever it's like, hot or otherwise, to me it's all about how it tastes, and I think your meat will be the best thing I taste tonight."

There was a contradiction there, in Drevas' opinion. Cream was very often flavored with vanilla too - but okay, he could deal with that. That and the slew of innuendos she was dispensing in rapid succession. If it wasn't abundantly clear at this point, Shr'nesh had more than just food and talk on the brain today, and somehow he predicted that she wasn't going to leave until she'd gotten everything she wanted. She came, she saw, she conquered... er, fucked, maybe.

Somehow, Drevas did not mind that at all.

"And I trust that it tastes as good as it feels going down your throat?" He quipped, deigning to indulge her playful, thinly masked flirtations for the time being. "The glaze the recipe used lends so much to it, I do think. I'd make this dish again for dinner in a heartbeat, I daresay."

"It's just so...salty, and that's a taste my mouth never tires of" Karadis replied, "tell me Drevas, would you like to put anything in my mouth" Karadis enquired, "...from my plate, or otherwise?"

Drevas stared at her for a good one or two seconds before reaching out with his fork, spearing the little knot of meat and cartilage that was arguably the best part of any targ steak that was still on her plate. He didn't know why she'd been saving it, but she had said literally anything, hadn't she. "Open wide, now." He told her, with the slightest playful smirk, and held the fork up in the air, inches from her lips. They looked so soft, those lips of hers. Evidently, Shr'nesh took quite a bit of time to take care of her appearance, too.

Karadis opened her mouth wide, and as Drevas put his fork into it, she closed her lips around it. She moved her head back slightly, allowing the food to slip off the fork prongs and onto her tongue. With the fork removed, she slowly chewed the meat and cartilage and swallowed it .

"You know" she said, leaning forward, her breasts now resting on the table giving Drevas a full view of her cleavage, "If I didn't know better, those sounded like very practiced words, like you've said that before."

"I have, though not in the context you imagine, I'm sure. I have a handful of cousins on Kaminar, some of whom are very stubborn when it comes to what they want and don't want to eat." Drevas seemed entirely unphased by the strangely erotic display she put on just for him - though his eyes did dip briefly to her very, very ample cleavage. He smiled and returned to dinner, using the fork to eat as if he'd not just used it to feed her the best part of her steak.

"I'd look after them on the weekends while I studied. Or during the week, where needed. Kelpien children can be some of the most wilful things, you'll be surprised at just how wilful exactly." Drevas chuckled.

Karadis sat back up and ate the last of the food on her plate, then pushed it forward a little. "So, you're a bit of a disciplinarian then mmmmmmm?" she asked, no subtlety in her question.

"Well, no. Not exactly. Some children need a somewhat firmer hand than others, but I would hardly call myself a disciplinarian. You let them know that what they've done is wrong or can be done better, and work with them to make them understand why it's wrong. Though I suppose if I had to be one I might." Drevas knew exactly what she was driving at, surprisingly. He honestly found it funny that a Klingon might like to be disciplined into submission in bed - but different strokes for different folks, obviously. Shr'nesh's just happened to be a little unusual.

Nonetheless, he smiled mysteriously and finished up the food on his own plate. "I'll go get the chocolate cake." He said with a smile that, surprisingly, contained a hint of coyness.

She watched him as he made his way to the kitchenette, or rather watched his backside in the form fitting jeans he was wearing. It was like two perfectly formed peach halves swaying side to side and she found herself transfixed by it. Shaking herself out of the thought, she said, "Don't forget the thick cream you said you'd give me, I want to be able to taste it and make sure it's all of your own doing and not some cheap knock off."

Heat surged to Drevas' cheeks as he fetched the chocolate cake and cream; the cake itself was small but big enough to cut into two respectable pieces, thankfully. He returned to the table with it, forks and a bowl of clotted cream. God, she was laying on the innuendos thick, wasn't she. Testing to see if he could stay composed, perhaps. "I'm sure you'll find it to your liking. As it turns out, ensign Timmoz from Engineering is a talented baker. I daresay this cake is to die for, even." He smiled as he sat back down across from her.

Karadis smiled as she listened to Drevas, "Well it's looks lovely, let's see how it tastes." She helped herself to the clotted cream, laying it thickly on top of the chocolate cake. Putting the bowl of cream back on the table, she picked up her dessert spoon, cut off a piece of cake and cream and held it up to her mouth. Her tongue came out and began circling the piece of chocolate cake, removing the cream and then she brought it back into her mouth.

"That's delicious" she said, "it's thick and creamy, just as you said it would be, and oh how easily I can swallow, just like I wanted to."

"I'm glad you like it." Drevas blushed hotly and dug into his cake with his own fork, with far less innuendo and suggestiveness than she had shown. God, was this Klingon beauty merciless - and honestly, he loved it. "I guarantee the cake will be equally as good. Some of the crew I've met swear by Timmoz's baking skills, in fact."

Karadis put the piece of chocolate cake in here mouth and let her taste buds savour sweet sensation of the creation. "It's very very very nice indeed, you'll need to introduce me to this Timmoz so I can ask them about what other things they do" Karadis said.

She took another piece of cream covered chocolate cake on her fork and brought it up to her mouth. Her hand tilted a little as she leaned forward to eat it and some of the cream came off the cake and landed in her cleavage.

"Oh would you look at that" she exclaimed, "Drevas would you be so kind as to come and help me wipe this off..."

Talk about a nail in the coffin. Drevas sighed, feigning exasperation, and picked up a tissue, leaning in close. "Be straight with me, Shr'nesh. I very much prefer when people simply tell me what they want. It helps us both, and neither of our time is wasted." He informed her softly, whispering just barely in the vicinity of her ear. He wasn't intending to be coy, mind, but she was very much reaching that point where she might as well ask him to do her on the table. His hand hovered over the v-line on her catsuit. "May I?" He asked. As much as she was goading him into doing it, he thought it only polite.

"How very gentlemanly of you Drevas, and yes you may" Karadis replied. She leaned back in her chair and as she did she allowed him to put his hand into her cleavage. Her eyes closed and her breathing began to quicken slightly. For the first time in what felt like and age, she had goose pimples.

"As for what you said about people telling you what they really want, that's just boring, you need to work out what they want, and if you agree, go along with it" Karadis added, "That's part of the fun and allure of it all."

That there was something new he'd just learned about Shr'nesh. Unlike her brethren, she enjoyed the thrill of being enigmatic. Something like that. He'd have to keep that in mind from now on. He slid his hand into her cleavage and had to fight the urge to bite his lip as he wiped away the cake and cream on her chest. Drevas had only ever been intimate with a small handful of women throughout his career, but Shr'nesh easily had the best pair of- he pushed that thought out of his mind. Not now. Don't misuse the opportunity. His face was still flushed when he withdrew his hand from her cleavage, though. Clearly she was very, very much enjoying whatever he was doing. Maybe she was starved for contact, perhaps, especially of the intimate kind.

"I shall bear that in mind from now on." He promised as he settled back down in his seat. "I can't say I disagree. If there were no challenges in life, it would only be a quarter as exciting as it currently is. My career, for one, would be only half as eventful if I were always told precisely what I need to know."

Karadis was about to reply when her COMM badge chirruped, "Lieutenant Umara to Commander Karadis, there's a priority one message for you from Admiral Hibs, shall I patch it through to your current location?"

Karadis tapped her badge, as much as she didn't want the evening closing out like this, her duty took first priority, "No, patch it through to the Intel Office, I'll be there directly, Karadis out."

She looked at Drevas, "I'm sorry, but this is the information I've been waiting on, and it's more than likely coded above your clearance so I can't take it here. I've had a wonderful evening, the food was unbelievably great, the company was wonderful, perhaps we can do this again soon."

With that, she turned and walked out Drevas quarters, cursing under her breath that they had been interrupted.

Well, there were always interruptions and unexpected happenings in life, and this was just one of them. Drevas sighed and stood to clear their plates, hers mostly uneaten. Oh, well. Time to figure out what to do with the annoying stiffness in his pants, then.

 

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