Date Night - Part IV

Posted on Thu Sep 25, 2025 @ 6:33am by Civilian Geral Lasuma & Civilian Dorian Torel & Civilian Sha'rae Astare & Civilian H'Miia & Commodore T'mpest Michaels

2,209 words; about a 11 minute read

Mission: Time After Time
Location: Box of Delights - Holosuite 4
Timeline: MD22 - early

[PREVIOUSLY]

As the entered the suite a bottle of champagne and been opened and two glasses had been freshly poured. There was even an ever so slight remnant of the layer of froth. Out on the patio were candles and a setting for two with a crock with steam rising from it, a plate of meats and cheeses, another of fruits, and a basket of breads.

[CONTINUED]

"Good idea. The bistro will be packed after the opera." She looked around. "This is perfect...except I'm feeling a little overdressed." It wasn't a real problem. She didn't mind eating in her formal gown. She kissed him on the cheek. "This was very thoughtful."

"Well..." He was about the suggest she could change into something more comfortable, but that would lead to the gossip hounds to go into overdrive. "...how about we get outta here? We don't wanna give people too much to speculate on."

She nodded. "But first, a toast to a lovely night. Then we can try some of the food you ordered. Then we'll leave." She agreed that there would be enough gossip about them already and they should leave in the same clothes they arrived in--even though she would love to get more comfortable. That would have to wait until later.

"Yes, ma'am." Picking up the champagne glasses he handed one to her. "'To a lovely night' and even lovelier company."

There was an impish light in her eyes as she replied, "To a perfect night and a perfect companion."

Putting a hand to his chest. "Well, this is true..." as he chuckled.

"And so humble," she teased back, laughing. Lasuma was like no one she'd known before and the difference, to her, was striking. She sipped her champagne and set her glass down to enjoy some of the meat, cheese, and crackers prepared for them.

Setting his own glass down he popped plucked and popped a grape. "How are you holding up? you've been walking and in those shoe for hours now."

She smiled, appreciating that he thought to ask. "No one notices if I slip them off while we're watching a street show. And I have been able to take them off on the gondola and during the opera. But I confess I will not mind going barefoot for a while."

He had a feeling. Well, he popped another grape and took off his jacket, laying it over a chair. Pulling out a chair he guided and lowered T'mpest into it.

She raised an eyebrow, but did as he directed.

Moving behind her and around the table, he grabbed another chair, placing it near and at 90 degrees to her. Taking a seat, he patted his knees. "Gimme."

She lifted her skirt and placed her feet on his knee.

Looking at her feet and the exposed area of her leg. Adjusting himself slightly to have the proper angle, and after rubbing his hands together firmly to warm them he went to work. First stroking his hands over the tops from ankle to toe. He then worked the base of the toes, the sole, working his thumb up from the heel into the arche, as well as squeezing the heal, then the area her Achilles.

"You are a man of many talents. That feels amazing." T'mpest had learned, over time, to ignore some of the pain in her feet. It worked for when she was in the field as an archaeologist and when she had to attend formal functions. But it was not as necessary as the captain of a starship and she was out of practice. So, while she had taken opportunities to slip out of her shoes, her feet were still sore.

Resting a hand on her ankle, "I do what I can." At the same time with his other hand, he ran thumb nail up the bottom of her foot quickly but lightly.

She gasped and jerked her foot back. "No tickling!" And then, to bely her words, she put both feet on the floor and lunged for his ribs to return the favor.

Lacing his fingers behind his head as he shrugged. "Haha...Not ticklish...Sorry." But before she could reply of back away he dropped his interlocked arms around her.

As she was still leaning over, she put her hands on his chest and sat on his lap to keep from losing her balance. And then she looked up and met his gaze.

Looking into her eyes, he loosened his hands. Once again tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She could feel the magic of the evening sparkling in the air around them. She should get up, but she didn't want to. Not when the world seemed to hold its breath. Still looking at Lasuma, she gently ran her fingers down his cheek and across his lips.

Lasuma pursed his lips as her finger passed over them. His hand traced her ear and down the side of her neck. His eyes never left hers as his hand moved to the nape of her neck.

"Lasuma," she whispered, her hand moving to caress the nape of his neck, then gently urge him closer.

Gently pulling he to him as he leaned in, he gently brushed her lips with his. Then the tension that had been between them broke as their kiss deepened and he wrapped his arm around her.

When they finally broke the kiss, T'mpest lay her forehead against Lasuma's neck. She'd never felt this happy before. It was as if he filled a part of her heart she'd been missing. Kissing the side of his neck, she whispered. "How long do we have the holosuite for?"

Turning his head, he whispered back, "I own it."

She probably read that in a report somewhere. "Well then..." With a twinkle in her eye, she kissed him again.

As their kiss deepened Lasuma undid her hair, letting it fall. As it did, his hand slid down her back undoing the back of her dress.


[Box of Delights - 0515]

Although closed, the entrance recognized Sha'rae and allowed her to enter. Joining Dorian and H'Miia at the bar she took a seat. "Still up there?"

Dorian was leaning back against the bar and reached back for his coffee. "Oh yeah," taking a sip.

H'Miia purred slightly, "Good thing he's the boss or they'd have one hell of a late fee. Oh, There were a few people asking about the holosuite. I made some excuse but they didn't use any of the other suites, so they were probably just wanting dirt for that gossip program on the station."

Shar sipped the juice H'Miia had poured her, "Most likely. Well, we better be ready to cover for them. D, can you please replicate a uniform for her and change into something less formal?"

Looking down at himself, as he was still in the tux from Traxx's wardrobe. "I see what you have in mind. On it."

As Dorian walked off, H'Miia asked, "Need me to do anything?"

"You've been up this whole time?"

"Yeah. Dorian and I kept an eye on the suite while the box was open and took turns these last few hours."

"You're a gem, H'Miia, Go on up and get some sleep. I'll make sure everyone gets out and lock up when Dorian and I leave."

H'Miia grinned and left; taking the stairway to the upper level to her office.

Dorian returned to the bar area with a uniform and boots.

Sha'rae took them. "I'll be back."

Dorian, now dressed in his regular fair watched her head up to the holosuites.


[Holosuite 4]

The holosuite opened to the entry of the Italian suite Lasuma had 'reserved'. On the table there were empty champagne glasses, a partially eaten tray of fruit and cheeses and a trail of clothing that led away towards the suite's bedroom. Laying the uniform on the table, she picked up what she could, then took a seat, picking at the food tray as she waited.

Inside the bedroom, T'mpest slowly became aware of the arm across her waist and the body curled up next to her. Lasuma. She smiled and put her hand over his, unwilling to wake him just yet. Last night had been wonderful and all she wanted to do right now was roll over and kiss him awake... And then she remembered that she had a meeting at 0900 and Cara was going to meet with her for breakfast to go over the reports.

"Computer, what time is it?" she asked softly.

"It's 0700."

She was going to be late if she didn't get moving now. She very gently extricated herself from Lasuma's arm, pausing to kiss him before she slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower.

Still wrapped in a towel, she wrote a short note that she had an early meeting and would see him at lunch, then signed it and added a heart. Then, setting it on her pillow where he would see it when he woke, she slipped out of the bedroom.

And saw Sha'rae sitting at the table. "Hello." The greeting was friendly, although T'mpest felt awkward wearing just a towel. She felt more awkward that the other woman had picked up their clothes. But she remained outwardly composed.

When she collected her thoughts, T'mpest wondered why the other woman was there. "Does Lasuma have an appointment as well?"

"Oh no. I didn't know your schedule, but didn't think you wanted to be seen trekking through the station in your finery. You two have quite a few eyes watching your every move. That in mind, we took the liberty of replicating you a uniform and whenever you need to leave you can site to site via the computer to where ever you need; not that I need to tell you that. However, if you could authorize a site to site for Lasuma, he can beam to his office with your dress and you can pick it up later.

"Will you be by the café for lunch as usual?"

"Yes, I will be there." T'mpest ran a hand through her still-damp hair. "Thank you for the uniform. I was not sure if I would have time to transport to my quarters and change. I definitely cannot walk through the promenade in the same clothes I wore last night." Nor could Lasuma. "I will also authorize a site-to-site."

She took her uniform, then found her underwear. "Be right back." She slipped back into the bedroom and dressed.

When she returned, she felt much less awkward in front of Sha'rae. "Before I leave, I want to assure you that I care about Lasuma a great deal."

Sha'rae wanted to take her at her word, but she had seen him get burnt before. "I...I want to believe you. I really do. Not that's not it. I do believe you do, but...Ughhhh. He helped me when he didn't have to and then when he needed us he got hurt. Both Dorian and I should have seen things coming and we missed it..."

She squared herself up. "Apologies, my reservations aren't your problem, their mine."

T'mpest shook her head. "No, they are mine as well. If I am to be a part of his life, how you feel matters." She checked the time. "But I have to leave. If there is anything I can do to help, let me know, please." Well, short of not seeing Lasuma again. She didn't think she could do that.

"Again, my apologies for rushing off." She really did have to leave now. "Computer, allow one site-to-site transport by Geral Lasuma today. Authorization Michaels Delta Omega 77 Tango."

"Authorization confirmed. Access granted."

"Good. Computer, transport me to storage room 27 outside the command center." A moment later, T'mpest was gone.


[Bedroom]

Lasuma had woke seeing the note and heard the conversation between the two, grinning. After he heard T'mpest beam away, he called out. "Shar!"

Sha'rae grimaced and took a deep breath and went in to face her boss. Lasuma was standing there pants on, bare footed with his shirt over one shoulder. He had met her at the door and both hands went to her shoulders. "Shar...You take too much on yourself. I know you feel you still owe us something...you don't."

He pulled her into a hug. "You don't have to protect me...besides that's Dorian's job anyway." Letting her go, "Now, go on. I will take care of things here and meet you all back in the office."

Wiping a watery eye she sniffed, "Dammit. Just a sec..." Heading back into the main area she collected the stack of clothing she had folded up earlier. That should be everything...oh except these." Picking up a pair of heels and adding them to the pile with a smirk.

Lasuma grinned. "Computer, Geral Lasuma, site to site transport to my office."

After watching her boss beam away, she ended the program and headed back down to the others.

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A post by

Geral Lasuma
Owner Lasuma Enterprises

Sha’rae Astare
Personal Assistant to Geral Lasuma

Dorian Torel
Bodyguard/Henchman

H'Miia
Manager - Box of Delights
Agent for Geral Lasuma

Commodore T'mpest Michaels
Commander
Deep Space 5

 

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