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Truth or Dare

Posted on Fri Oct 2nd, 2020 @ 2:17am by Lieutenant Andrew "Drew" Hunter & Lieutenant Tequila Dreik

Mission: Bring on the Wrecking Machine
Location: Tiki's Quarters
Timeline: TBD

With the meals over and done with and their table cleared, Krios was the first to depart, leaving Tiki and Drew alone. They walked out of the steakhouse in relative silence, offering their thanks and smiles to staff as they left until they were inside the turbolift. "So..." Tiki asked, leaning back against the wall and looking across at him. "Got big plans for the rest of the evening?"

Drew looked at Tiki from his side of the turbolift. Her expression was unreadable. He could feel the color rising to his cheeks again and he felt a warmth he was not very accustomed to. "I suppose I could ask you the same question."

Tiki shook her head, her D'ja pagh jingling lightly in the otherwise silence. "I have some paperwork to review and I'm waiting for a check in from a security team, but other than that I'm wide open." She shrugged, tucking her hair back behind her ear to reveal one very pointed helix, an action she rarely used around people she wasn't comfortable with.

Drew nodded, still looking directly at her. "Both Violet and Nicholas are staying with friends tonight, but other than our dinner, I really didn't have much else planned after that."

"I see..." Tiki's voice had suddenly become strangely quiet. "Well, do you want to come back to mine?" she offered what was meant to be nonchalant shrug. "If Tequila doesn't strike your fancy, the replicator does a passable coffee."

The turbolift came to a stop on the residential deck. He gestured at the doors. "Take the lead and ... I'm thinking more Tequila would be nice. I'm pretty sure that I can handle it from here out."

"You sure about that?" she asked, her grin becoming teasing. "You've always had a tendency of jumping in way out of your depth," she said lightly. "Remenber Arizhel? That Klingon you fancied for a bit?"

Drew nodded thoughtfully for a moment as they walked. "She um, definitely had good bloodwine. Pretty sure if I can hold my bloodwine. Tequila shouldn't be a problem."

Without skipping a beat Tiki shrugged. “Tequila is at least a lot more pleasant on the lips than that Klingon swill,” she replied easily, casting only the slightest of imperceptible glances toward Drew before looking back to the door again.

Drew could feel his body growing warm again as they approached the door to Tiki's quarters. He remained thoughtfully quiet as they stopped before the door.

As the walked up, the doors to her quarters opened silently, almost as if it were welcoming them in. Stepping inside, Tiki slid off her boots for the second time that night and kicked them aside before she turned to face him. “So, what’ll it be?”

Drew stepped in and faced her. Less than a foot separated them. He could feel his heart beating. It was probably a good five seconds of looking into her eyes, looking for some answer or clue in her in her expression, before he answered with a nod of his head. "Ladies choice."

Tiki walked barefoot across the main living room, well aware of the feel of his eyes on her as she moved. Taking the bottle of tequila, she filled a series of shot glasses on a tray and picked it up, carrying it back to the coffee table in the living area and setting it down. "Think you're up for it?" she asked with a grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He nodded as he took a seat on the couch, patting the cushion next to him. He wasn't sure what was really going on between them, but he wanted to figure it out. "I am. Question is...are you? You may even discover I handle my Tequila very well."

"Well, we'll see," she said, picking up two of the shot glasses, she handed one to him as she took a seat on the couch next to him, holding the glass toward him. "Santé" she said with a grin before she downed the liquid.

Drew saluted Tiki with the shot glass. "Perhaps. Prost." He downed his own glass, before setting the empty on the tray. "So what was up with that at the dinner table earlier?"

"What was up with what?" Tiki asked, perfect innocence feigned on her face as she reached for another shot glass.

Drew reached for another shot glass as well. He hoisted it up. "Okay you want to play. Let's play then." He tossed back his shot and set his glass down next to the first one.

"Play?" Tiki raised an eyebrow as she looked at him. "Lieutenant Hunter, I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about!" she exclaimed, unable to keep a straight face as she finished her own shot.

"Though if you want to play, I'm sure I've got a deck of cards here somewhere," she teased, reaching for a third drink.

Drew shook his head as he chuckled. "I'm not fool enough to play cards against you." He lifted his glass and gently tapped it to hers. "I was thinking more along the lines of...Truth or Dare."

"Ask away, I have nothing to hide," Tiki responded, downing the shot and standing up from the couch, walking across the room to pick up the half bottle she had left on the counter. She could feel his eyes on her back as she moved, well aware that the top she was wearing did nothing to hide the swell of her hips or the mandala tattoo in the middle of her back.

Turning back, she held the bottle up and started walking back toward him.

Drew watched her retrieve the bottle. "Very well, would you prefer truth or dare?"

"I've never been one to back away from a good dare, but that might get me in trouble," she said with a grin, setting the bottle down on the side table next to him and sitting herself on the coffee table in front of him. "I'll start with 'truth'."

Drew picked up the bottle and poured them another round. He handed her one of the shot glasses. "So about earlier, were you trying to get a rise out of me? Remember you have to tell the truth."

"I got a rise out of you," Tiki replied with a grin, leaning forward and holding a glass toward him. "I wanted to see if you could keep a straight face."

"Touche." He held up his glass. Drank back his shot and waited for her to question or dare him.

"Truth or Dare?" She leaned past him, her shoulder almost in his face as she reached for the bottle before leaning back again to sit on the coffee table and refilling both of their glasses.

Drew couldn't help but catch the scent of her perfume. It was almost as intoxicating as the as the tequila they were drinking. "Truth."

"Why does what I do bother you so much?" Tiki asked, watching him carefully as she waited for him to answer, shot glass in hand but making no attempt to drink.

Drew held his shot glass as he chose his words carefully. "What you do doesn't bother me per se. What bothers me is that you seem to only live in the moment. I want figure out what will make you happy for longer than a moment in time, grab on to it and hold on to it for as long as you can."

Tiki downed the shot glass of tequila and tilted her head to one side slightly. "Why?" she asked as she watched him. She leaned forward again, her mouth just near his ear before she replied. "You didn't seem to mind when I was practically naked and in your arms," she whispered softly.

He turned his head ever so slightly to whisper in her ear. "You asked your question already. Now truth...or dare?"

"Choices, Choices," Tiki replied with an easy smile as she leaned back to sit on the coffee table again, reaching for the bottle of tequila and refilling her own glass. "I think I can handle one more truth."

Drew shot back his tequila and reached around Tiki to set his glass down next to the bottle. His arm casually brushing her thigh. "What, besides more tequila, do you want right now?" His eyes stared intensely into hers.

Pushing him back into the couch, she moved forward, straddling his lap, one hand behind his neck, her fingers winding into his hair, her gaze still fixed with his. "What do you think I want?" she asked quietly.

Drew inhaled sharply as his hands took hold of her hips. One hand glided up her side, a finger gently tracing up her flank. "I had a good idea. Dare." His hand reached the back of her neck and gently massaged as it slowly pulled her lips closer to his.

The commbadge that had been slipped into her pocket earlier vibrated and then chirped. "Lieutenant Dreik? Security to Lieutenant Dreik, do you copy?"

Tiki drew in a shaky breath, tapping her hip. "Speak, quickly," she replied.

"He's on the promenade, deck 610."

Tiki pulled back slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Aye Lieutenant, ID confirmed. He's currently about twenty five meters in front of the turbolift."

"I won't get there in time on foot. Arrange a site to site transport immediately and keep a security lock on him until you hear back from me. Got it?" Standing up, she cast an apologetic look at Drew. "Sorry, I gotta go. Stay as long as you want, the bottle is still there, help yourself."

Drew rose from the couch. He gave a sigh as he nodded his head. "Go. We can...pick up again at a later time." He wanted to close the gap between them, to hold her in his arms and kiss her. It just wasn't meant to be that night. He stepped out of the way as she got herself ready for a site to site transport. "Be careful."

She slid her feet into her boots, offering him a broad grin as she turned to face him, tucking her hair back behind her ear, her D'ja pagh jangling and glinting in the light. "You know me...." before she could finish her remark the transporter energized and Tiki disappeared from view.

Drew picked up the bottle and returned it to the shelf Tiki had pulled it from earlier. He then gathered the shot glasses and tray and recycled them in the replicator. He left her quarters and started a slow walk to his own quarters. He had a lot on his mind as he stepped into his own quarters and made for the fresher. Ten minutes later he emerged and went to his bedroom. He was still thinking of the evening when he crawled into bed.


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