And Then There Were Four - Part 2
Posted on Sat Mar 14, 2026 @ 2:26am by Sergeant Reva McIntyre & Civilian Geral Lasuma & Civilian Dorian Torel & Commodore T'mpest Michaels
1,461 words; about a 7 minute read
Mission: Chicken Run
[PREVIOUSLY]
Lasuma, with a humorous expression, turned away from T'mpest to the pair. "Got caught up in the moment. Happens to us all.
[CONTINUED]
"Dorian. Take your guest to get a swim suit and then join us. There is plenty of room here."
Dorian nodded and used himself to shield Reva as they left. Once outside both Reva's hands covered her mouth.
Once the other couple had gone, T'mpest laughed. "We do not have the best of luck with--or should I say in-- water, do we?"
"Nooo we don't. Should've at least locked the door." He thought of one setting but decided to wait on that for the time. Grinning, "So are you gonna mess with Dorian's guest?"
T'mpest shook her head. "She is already terrified that I will kick her off the station or throw her in the brig. Making her more uncomfortable will serve no purpose. Besides, I think you will be scary enough for both of us."
Putting his hand on his chest, donning an innocent expression. "MEeee? Naahhh...I'm just the philanthropic dancing merchant dating the station commanding officer."
T'mpest leaned closer to him. "I know better. Philanthropic, yes. A wonderful dancer, yes. A merchant, also yes. But you are far more than that. Especially to me."
Putting an arm around her he let his thumb stroke her shoulder.
A few moments later the door reopened and a bikini clad Orion and Dorian entered much more gracefully than before. They still had the bottles from earlier but this time they had two sets of glasses.
Glancing to where their drinks had been earlier, Lasuma grinned. ~Dorina must have seen the knocked-over glasses earlier.
Reva, holding up one of the bottles. "You two left the ball so early you didn't get a chance to enjoy the party...ma'am."
"I enjoyed enough of the party," T'mpest assured her. "I am also aware that others will enjoy it more now that I am no longer there." Being the commander did tend to make people think they had to keep a certain level of decorum when she was around--even when she was off-duty.
Coming to the young woman's aid Lasuma grinned. "True but this is a more casual situation certainly you could let your hair down a bit even with...". Looking to their green guest.
Reva grinned "Sergeant McIntyre."
"..Even with the Sergeant here?"
"I thought I did let my hair down, so to speak," T'mpest countered. "I am quite certain that by morning we will again be the talk of the station."
"However," she added, turning to the Marine, "If we are truly to be informal, as we are both off-duty, I am T'mpest, and you are...?"
There were a lot of things that separated Marines from the fleet. However, one of them was the adherence to customs and courtesies. Being on a first name basis with an officer, let alone a flag officer... "Reva, Ma'am."
She couldn't help but notice the other woman's awkwardness. "Reva," T'mpest repeated. "If it will make you more comfortable, you can address me as commodore anywhere else on the station. Here I am simply T'mpest. Or ma'am, if you must." Although she felt a little awkward being called ma'am in a hot tub.
Reva smiled with a shrug. "No no...T'mpest is fine. Just a little weird for a Marine." Setting the bottle near the edge she lowered herself into the hot tub. "You have a gorgeous ship sir."
"Thank you. I don't have a rack, Lasuma's fine...Mr. Geral if there is a need to be official."
She looked over to Dorian, who was sitting across from his boss. "Thank you. That was one hell of a dance you two did. If I can ask? Where did you get that dress?"
"Here on the station," T'mpest replied. "Lasuma's dress shop. Traxx makes beautiful gowns."
Hearing the dress was a custom job from Lasuma's clothier. There was a slight look of disappointment on her face. "Well, that's definitely out of my price range."
Lasuma chuckled, his eyes darting to Dorian, then back to Reva, "Nonsense. Of course, we can't be giving away dresses to all, but I'm sure Traxx can come up with something. He has been wanting to do his own clothing line...he could use someone to model."
"Model?! ...me?"
Lasuma looked to T'mpest. "What do you think?"
"Why not? A clothing line that makes every woman look and feel beautiful would do very well. Especially if he uses ordinary women as his models."
She raised an eyebrow, knowing that it would ultimately be up to Traxx. "A suggestion might not go amiss--and who better than a Marine?"
Lasuma nodded as they teamed up. "Agreed. Marine and Model...sort of a battle-ready and beautiful vibe. I'm sure Traxx could make use of that angle for something. What do you think Dorian?"
Dorian grinned at how he was being set up. If he came to her defense she might think he didn't think she had what it takes and if he piled on to singling her out...would she feel overwhelmed? "I think she'd kill it at whatever she set out to do."
Leaning into Dorian and elbowing him gently, "Nice save."
Lasuma grinned, reaching over, he picked up the glasses that had gotten tip over. Grabbing the Saurian brandy and poured himself about 4 fingers worth. Looking back to T'mpest, gesturing with the bottle to see if she wanted any.
Not as much of a drinker, T'mpest indicated two fingers.
Dumping the remnants of her original drink he poured hers picked his back up and returned to his spot next to her. As he handed it off, he looked across the bubbling water. "So, how did you to meet?"
Reva looked to Dorian. "During the fighting. We had pinned down some Cardassians and a pair of X were about to ambush the squad I was attached to when this big hunk appeared out of nowhere and before we knew it the two where slumping to the floor.
"So when the Ball came around I tracked him down and asked him out."
T'mpest looked at Lasuma and smiled before turning back to Reva. "Yes. The station does seem to bring people together."
"That and water...", Lasuma added before being humorously interrupted.
Reva was smiling devilishly, her voice enthusiastically hoping for anything to address the rumors. "So it's true?! What happened at the lake?!"
"Most of what people are saying is not true," T'mpest replied. She was only a little sorry to disabuse Reva, but she wasn't going to validate a lies. Nor was she going to confirm anything. Splashing Lasuma, however, was still an option.
Reva was watching her commanding officer smirking with her tongue in cheek as Lasuma covered his drink. There was a non-whisper from her side as Dorian leaned in. "I'll tell you later."
Lasuma jumped into the fray, smiling. "No, no... Come by the shop some time and I'll tell you."
And then T'mpest splashed him. Just once.
Laughing, "Shouldn't have splashed me then, huh..."
"I do not regret splashing you then. Or now," she replied primly.
"Oh really...". Lasuma, his hand under the water and cover of the bubbles began tickling her side
T'mpest had not yet learned to control that particular reflex and she squirmed away from him. Laughing, she turned and splashed him again.
It was rare for Reva to see a senior, let alone a flag officer, playing around like that. She smiled looking to Dorian.
After some splashing, T'mpest leaned forward and kissed Lasuma. "You know, we should let these two have the hot tub to themselves. I do not wish to disrupt too much of their evening." Or hers and Lasuma's.
Dorian had been silent most of the time, but was grinning as he watched them splashing about. "I was just going to suggest the same."
Geral raised a hand. "Nonsense. She's right. Beside we've been marinating in the hot tub long enough." He stood, offered a hand to help T'mpest out of the water, before following. "You two enjoy yourselves."
T'mpest waved to the other two as she slowed to walk beside Lasuma. She liked Dorian's new girlfriend, but it had been a long day and there was only one person she wanted to spend time with now.
Reva was watching as the door closed behind the pair as they departed. "Finally..." She straddled Dorian giving him a deep kiss.
Dorian slipped his hands out of the water and up her back; finding the tie to her bikini he began to pull.
A Post by
Commodore T'mpest Michaels
Commander
Deep Space 5
Geral Lasuma
Owner - Lasuma Enterprises
Dorian Torel
Bodyguard/Henchman for Geral Lasuma
Sgt Reva McIntyre
SFMC
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