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Dinner And... Other Matters

Posted on Sun Jul 23rd, 2017 @ 1:21pm by Lieutenant Commander T'Rhe & Lieutenant Mirok
Edited on on Sun Jul 23rd, 2017 @ 1:56pm

Mission: Episode 1: The Emperor's Throne
Location: USS Kumari, Mirok's Quarters
Timeline: MD 5, 19:00

T'Rhe stormed down the corridors, in off-duty wear but moving with purpose. One unfortunate ensign had to scramble to get out of her way.

Arriving at Mirok's quarters she pressed the enunciator. She hoped he was home--she didn't want what was going to happen to be public, but she liked less the thought of having wasted time.

Mirok was home--currently attempting to determine the safe scrambling frequency to contact his father, when the chime rang. "Come!"

T'Rhe entered, her stride still annoyed. "Where should I put this," she asked, making an odd gesture so as to denote the soup tureen she was carrying.

"Anywhere is fine." Mirok was wearing a simple Romulan tunic, with his pants and boots from his uniform to round out the outfit.

T'Rhe put it on his desk. "Mushroom soup," she told him. "We can get to that later." She faced him directly. "You can more than likely tell that I'm annoyed with you, what with the creepy Romulan mind of yours and all."

"What did I do?" He smirked, standing up. "Besides existing, that annoys you Cardassians by itself."

T'Rhe scowled at him. "I am not Cardassian--my ears should tell you that. I think you know very well why I'm mad at you, but I would be happy to explain. You nearly caused a war with your... Less than charming attitude towards the Klingons. And it goes beyond dislike too--when you were talking to the Commander from their bridge... You could have been shot, and you almost were during the briefing." Her voice broke slightly and her tone became softer, more gentle. "Why do you insist on violence? Its more than your Romulan heritage; I know it is. You could have been killed, and I..."

A few tears escaped her eyes and she thought to control them. "Dammit..." She pulled him to her, kissing him full on the mouth.

Mirok blinked momentarily at the kiss before he put his full effort into it, placing a hand on her shoulder.

T'Rhe pulled him to her, sobbing. "You stupid, idiotic, Romulan man. You have to control that temper of yours. One of these days, its going to get you killed, and then where would I be?"

"Even angrier at me." Mirok joked, running his fingers lightly over her left ear. "Klingons are not my forte...nor is diplomatics." He gave her a soft smile, "you're the only one who knows this side of me."

She pulled him closer and sobbed harder, if that was possible. "Just stay here a bit... And keep stroking my ear. That feels surprisingly good."

Mirok wrapped his other arm around her, and rested his forehead against hers, a surprising move for him--as they both had touch-telepathic potential. He continued playing with her ear. "Its something my step mother did when I was feeling overly emotional as a child."

"Well, its helping... I'm still mad at you, but you're starting to make up for it."

"Good." Mirok said before leaning in to kiss her.

T'Rhe sighed and kissed him back. "Thanks... Honestly, thank you. You're good at this, you know." She gently started to maneuver them over to the couch. Once there, she pulled away from him, sat, then pulled him down beside her. "So, what were your impressions of our Klingon enemies? I know you were on the runabout, which might not have given you ample time to think it over, but I'd be curious what your thoughts are."

Mirok adjusted his position so he was more comfortable, before he shrugged. "I'm not sure. They were crafty, it was surprising."

T'Rhe gave him a raised eyebrow. "That's it? No talk about how you're wanting them dead for killing Madek and blowing up a runabout?"

"I've made it known in the briefing and the complaints I'm going to send off to Starfleet. Besides, you've made it clear you don't like that."

She sighed. "No, I don't, but I understand where you're coming from. Remember, Vulcans have violent emotions too, and Cardassians are frankly somewhat sadistic, or at a minimum accepting of violence and emotional outbursts." She chuckled at something known only to her. "And humans don't help, given their tendencies..." She trailed off, lost in memory. "You have to try and control yourself, Mirok. I know its not easy, and sometimes I want to lash out at the lack of action on some people's parts, but you have to understand we're dealing with a delicate situation here. Starfleet can't just go hunting down the Klingons who did this--its not in their makeup. You and I may not like it, but..."

She broke off again. "You don't need another lecture from me about this--you probably get that all the time from the commander, and you probably got it about as much as I did when I was at the Academy. I was really angry at just about everyone back then."

"I was the same way. I nearly killed a fellow student...Vulcan, I guess I was a bit hotheaded." Mirok smiled at her.

She rose and moved to where she'd put the soup. "I brought us some dinner, and then I thought you needed a bit of... anger release.. Have to control that temper of yours in a constructive way, and I have some ideas." She shot him a wink and a flirtatious smile, then briefly kissed him. "Where are your bowls?"

"Top cabinet, Under the cups." Mirok got up and crossed over to the desk, where he had a half empty bottle of Romulan Ale. "We can split the rest of the ale I have."

"Hmmm..." She looked at him speculatively. "Well, if you don't mind me staying the night?"

"Why would I mind you staying the night?" Mirok asked her, moving in close. "I wouldn't ever mind you staying the night."

T'Rhe smiled and kissed him. "Good call, Mirok. I like you, and I want to see where this goes. You never know until you try, right?"

"Exactly. And I feel the same about you. There's just something I see that makes you special, and whatever it is, I like it." Mirok kissed her, "I am wondering though, what would your son think?"

T'Rhe grew pensive for a moment. "I am not totally sure, to be frank. While I have had one or two relationships while parenting him, neither of you have been with... someone like you. To my knowledge, he has not met you, but it is a small ship. I am sure he will meet you at some point. Given his past, he will either be supportive or dismissive of you... How do you want to handle this?"

"We could have him meet me in a neutral setting such as the lounge or a corridor, and see how he reacts. If it's favorable we can expand my interactions with him." For once Mirok sounded more Vulcan than Romulan.

"Hmmm..." T'Rhe raised one eyebrow. "I also heard a rumor that we are stopping at Deep Space Nine before our next mission; perhaps you two could take a meal at one of the restaurants there... I should also point out that I am only suggesting you meet because of the small nature of Kumari, and its incredibly hard to keep a secret on this ship."

"So you don't want us to meet?" Mirok said, almost accusingly.

T'Rhe back-pedaled. "Of course I do. With my previous relationships, I did my best to make sure that we knew each other relatively well before I introduced my son into the equation. Compared to them, we don't--we haven't even been... properly introduced, shall we say... No, I do want to have you two meet, and somehow..." She kissed him again. "It feels right to do this... I apologize that I made it seem as though I didn't want you two to meet... I think its largely a cultural misunderstanding that we had here, yes?"

"Yes, too much suspicion in our blood naturally, perhaps?" Mirok said, pulling her close to him. "I haven't felt this way about anyone else before."

"Yes... And," she went on, "on my part, a fear of getting hurt. Only one person in my past was able to look past my Cardassian features, and she proved false on other counts..." She sniffed the air. "Why don't we get to that soup while its still warm?"

"That's fine with me. I hope it's good."

"Should be--its my mother's. I did modify it a bit to make it hopefully a bit more tasty for you." She pulled out two bowls and ladled out the soup, also taking two small round loaves from the basket she'd brought. "I had these in storage--Vulcan P'vhesh bread. From what I'm told, should be a bit of home for you--more or less. Its from ancient times, and the Romulans have something similar... Or so I've been told."

Mirok tasted a bite of some, and nodded. "We do, it's actually very good. Yours that is."

"That's good to hear. I've never cooked for a Romulan before, not even a half-Romulan. I'm glad my record is still no deaths because of my cooking."

Mirok stopped momentarily with a bite halfway up to his mouth, and he glanced at her. "You aren't that bad of a cook. You should see me cook, I'd probably die without a replicator."

"Oh lighten up, Mirok. It was a joke... I might be half-Vulcan, but if we're going to make this work, you're going to have to develop a bit of a sense of humor."

"I just want to make this work." Mirok said, smiling at her.

She took his hand and gently squeezed it, a human romantic gesture she had picked up. "I want this to work also... What say we finish this and then we can... properly meet each other?" She winked at him flirtatiously again.

"I agree." Mirok replied, going back to his soup.

"You know, you could charm any number of women with that attitude of agreeing with what we say, but I'm glad you don't do that. Look at other women, that is."

She reached for the bottle of ale and poured out two glasses. Taking a sip, she puckered her lips at the taste. "Hmmm, they ought to call this Romulan wine. Very tart."

"I like it." Mirok said, downing about half of the glass. "We already have a wine, I don't know why, but there's weird stuff involved with the naming mechanisms I never cared to learn." He turned his question to her other statement, "I am not the cheating type."

"Good. If you were, I'd get... Angry with you..." She considered a moment. "Hmmm, linguistics and alcohol... If my mother were here, she'd be all over that like a sehlat on Terran beef."

"I'd like to meet your mother if we ever get a chance to swing by Vulcan, maybe I could find something about my own while there." Mirok said, smiling.

"I told you I would investigate for you, and I will. I haven't had a chance to talk with my mother for several weeks, but I think there will be a chance soon." She looked at him over the rim of her bowl. "You cast yourself to others as a very... difficult individual, and while some of that persists in your softer side, it is less so. I'm very much looking forward to getting to know that softer side of you more, Mirok."

"I don't mean to be that way, its just...Romulan upbringing and all..."

"I understand. I also find it difficult to be entirely likeable; my own upbringing was a bit fragmentary to be honest. Growing up on Vulcan, having a Cardassian father, then going to Earth as a teenager, and then of course there's my time in the DMZ..." She stopped. "I'm rambling, aren't I?"

"I don't mind." Mirok said, leaning in and kissing her.

She grinned and returned his kiss. "You like doing that, don't you?" Her tone was curious, genuinely surprised.

Mirok nodded, a goofy grin on his face.

She winked at him. "What say we clean this up and then we can forget about Romulans, Cardassians, or anything else for that matter?"

"Sounds great to me." Mirok said, standing.

T'Rhe rose also. "Good... Just remember," she said, picking up her bowl, "I'm the one in charge... Don't you go forgetting that."

"Right. I'll keep that in mind."


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