Hot and Cold II

Posted on Fri Nov 4th, 2022 @ 6:27am by Princess Royal Giana Orsini & Major Sacha Lavigne
Edited on on Thu Jul 13th, 2023 @ 7:14pm

Mission: Historiae Terrae Et Imperii
Location: Rio de Jinero Palace
Timeline: Date 2371-07-08 at 1900
2930 words - 5.9 OF Standard Post Measure

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They exchanged looks with each other and Giana took the opportunity to start walking again, sliding an arm into Sacha's whether he wanted it or not. The guards gave them a few extra feet of leeway but continued to follow. "I hope you'll like it... I think you'll like it. Maybe."

“I’ll probably like it.” He said, holding her arm close to his as they walked. He was relieved when it was just the two of them again traveling the vast corridors of the palace. “You tend to know what I like.”

“Mmmmhm.” She hummed her agreement. Her cheeks were warm and her body felt tingly; the ale was doing its work. They continued the few minute trip down to the subterranean garage and a ways through it before finally arriving at a small enclosed bay. Tapping the control panel, she opened it and inside was a familiarly sized object covered by a black tarp. “Okay well, here it is. Go on then.” She waved a hand toward it.

Of course, since they were going to the garage, Sacha got the sense that his gift was likely some sort of vehicle. If it wasn't, it would have the kind of thing which was large enough that it couldn't be kept somewhere else. Considering this was a palace, that wasn't likely. When he saw the tarp, however, he was more than certain of what it was. He rushed forward, stumbling just a bit because of his tipsy state, and pulled the tarp off with a careful speed. Underneath was a jet black motorcycle, like the one they had rode when they were teenagers, but this one was beautiful, new, and expensive. He smiled brightly.

"Ça me réjouit!" he exclaimed, running his hand over the leather seat, his handsome face brightly beaming. "I've always wanted one of these! But they cost like 750,000 Golden Crowns; a bit much for a marine with a mother that doesn't like him."

He looked at the bike for several more seconds, crouching down and looking at the chrome workings. Motorcycles no longer ran on gasoline, of course, but they remained esthetically the same for the sake of tradition. After about forty seconds of gawking at the bike, he stood up and rushed Giana, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and lifting her effortlessly into the air. He spun her around several times in a moment of unbridled joy, and pressed his lips to hers. His response was earnest, passionate, and childlike in its wholeheartedness.

Even Giana couldn’t help but smile at his reaction to his gift. It was sweet, genuine; something she had seen so little of in her life. When he picked her up, she made a slightly surprised sound since her thoughts had been drifting, but she gave a little laugh and put her hands on his shoulders. His kiss was returned with uncharacteristic sweetness, and she put a hand on his cheek. “You like it, then? Consider it a gift for putting up with me.”

"I love it, Gigi!" he said, and kissed her again. He stopped spinning and grabbed one of her toned thighs with his hand, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist, then he held her there, smiling into her eyes. "I accept the gift. Want to take a ride with me?"

As he asked the question, he stumbled just a bit from the dizziness and the drinks he'd had, but recovered quickly.

“Ummm maybe in the morning. We are very drunk right now and that would be a poor health choice.” She noted and then frowned a little as she thought about it more. Not like anyone would care though and the scandal would just be magnificent really.

"You sound so...responsible." he said, kissing her again and putting her back down on her own two feet. "Well, if you don't want to take a drunken thrillride with me, then what do you want to do?"

“Well if we went out and got in an accident and didn’t die, we’d probably get offed by father anyways for being an embarrassment.” She giggled at her own joke and leaned into him. “I don’t know… I just wanted to be… be with you and stuff. We can go back upstairs and drink more. Or I can sit on your new toy and you can just look at me.”

"Actually, hells yes to the second one." he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his communicator. Cuing up the camera. "Go ahead and take a seat."

For whatever reason, Giana burst out laughing when she saw him pull out his camera but she did in fact still move to comply with her own offer. She approached the expensive motorcycle and shifted to get into the seat. She wobbled a bit as she threw her leg over, but she was able to sit down before she fell. She then looked over to Sacha and quirked a brow. "I'm sitting."

"Yes, you are, you sexy thing." he says, bringing the device up to eye-level and taking several shots right away. "Work it baby, work it! Give me a pose that says 'come here, biker boy'."

He set his feet in a wide stance and smiled brightly, taking a few more shots.

"Ugh, Sacha, I look like such a mess to be doing this!" She protested but even as she did so, she shifted and adjusted into several poses on the seat for him. Giana's messy was a common girl on her best day and she knew it. She bit her lower lip and looked to Sacha, wiggling her hips on the fine leather seat slightly. "Are you done?" She demanded but it was without any real bite or force.

"Almost done, Mon Cher! The Camera loves you! I only wish I could see more. Take off those that silky pants and give me a pose that says, 'fuck you! I can do whatever I want!'" he said, and then chuckled. They were obviously alone, so his volume didn't seem to matter. His tone didn't indicate if he was joking or not, but he was still taking pictures.

For a moment, Giana just stared at him as if she were processing his request, and then burst out laughing as she got off the motorcycle. "Hells no. What if you lost your phone? I can't even imagine what would happen." It would absolutely not be good, and it would be much harder to contain too. Hell there were still images circulating from the twenty-first century that powerful people demanded be "taken down" and always managed to show back up.

Sacha laughed and put his phone back in his pocket, stepping up to her and placing a hand along the side of her face, his fingers reaching into her hair.

"What would happen is that the entire Empire would have a reason to go to bed early," he said. "Remember that time I tried to get you to flash the Alliance Ambassador?"

"You mean the one you almost flashed yourself and I had to push a slave into you to make you stop?" She retorted, rolling her eyes but giving him a smile nonetheless, giggling as she thought of the moment. They used to have a lot of fun together, maybe things would have been different with her had he not been banished by her father years ago.

"Every alien deserves a lesson in fine Terran anatomy. Gigi. The Klingon could benefit from the sight of a glorious Terran cock, the most powerful weapon in the universe." As stupid and silly as the comment was, he didn't linger on it. But he grabbed her hand again and started them on their way back to the room. "I haven't gotten you drunk enough yet to make really stupid decisions, I see. No matter. The night is still young."

"Does it have to be more Romulan ale though?" She almost whined and walked after him, squeezing his hand. "It's so bad and blue is really such an overrated color..." He was right, she wasn't stupid drunk yet, but she was definitely drunk off the potent beverage which mixing other things with probably wasn't an overly smart decision, but she didn't care.

"Let's see if we can change the color then." he said, pausing at the security checkpoint before entering a grand hallway, looking at the two male guards sitting at their station behind a desk. They were around the same age as the two of them. "Have some bottles sent up to the Princess's suite. Saurian Brandy, Vodka, Whiskey...also, I've heard tequila makes your clothes fall off, so better bring that too."

The two men looked at each other and then to Sacha, then Giana, then back at each other. One of them, the slightly taller one, spoke up. "Yeah that's not our job but we can tell the next servant we see pass by. You're not wrong about the tequila though." He then looked at Giana very pointedly and inappropriately.

Sacha lifted an eyebrow at that. His smile was still there, but he leaned in a bit.

"What the fuck? You serve. Make it your job." he said, looking at Giana with a 'can you believe this guy' expression. He then looked back at the men. She knew she wouldn't have liked that look and he wasn't going to let some stupid security guard ruin their night. "Now get your ass on the phone and call someone to get this settled for the Princess and me or I'll be making your clothes fall off."

The guard that had spoken just looked at Sacha while his partner gave an exasperated sigh and stood, moving to the comms to put in the order himself. “It’s going, it’s going. Alright? Everyone relax. Gods.”

Giana folded her arms and looked at the two men sourly. “Maybe I should have you both reassigned. So rude.”

Sacha took the cue, looking at Giana and then turning around and grabbing the man who had spoken first by the collar. He pulled the man over the counter, demonstrating his impressive strength and martial ability and proceeded to remove the phaser from the prone guard's holster. Training it on him, he places his shinned shoe directly on the man's crotch and leaned in.

"I know I'm not a royal, but she is. And I suspect you owe her an apology." Sacha said with raised brows. "Unless you want to give your friend here a masterclass in how to cross the wrong man. It's your choice, really."

“Hey what the fuck! What the fuck?!” The guard protested as Sacha manhandled him without warning. He struggled slightly but stopped when he felt the boot applying more pressure to his crotch. “I didn’t even do anything!”

“Yeah, you get him, baby!” Giana encouraged and giggled from behind Sacha. “Teach him a lesson!”

"Watch your language, you fucking pig!" Sacha said, grinning a bit at the humorous hypocrisy of his statement. He stepped down further on the man's jewels. "Saying you didn't do anything isn't the same as apologizing. You want to die today, boy?"

He stepped back and nodded at Giana.

"Kiss the dainty feet of Her Imperial Highness and beg for forgiveness, or your mother will be getting a bowl of your ashes in the mail."

The guard now looked between Giana and Sacha, completely baffled, angry, and afraid. Slowly, he moved from under Sacha's boot and crawled over to Giana, moving to kiss her feet but ended up being kicked in the face instead. He reeled back, holding his nose.

"Ew! Don't touch my feet!" Giana protested loudly and then grabbed Sacha by the wrist. "Come on, let's go, these people suck."

Feeling the tug on his wrist, Sacha pointed at the other guard before complying with her pull in a different direction.

"Drinks; now." he said, and then pocketed the phaser rather than returning it.

"Sacha come onnnn." Giana whined and tugged a bit harder when he lingered a bit to order the other guard around. She couldn't physically move him, but she sure could annoy him into compliance and she knew it. "Hurry up, let's go."

Sacha grinned, shaking his head and walked away as if he'd just had a humorous exchange. Between the guard holding the phone and the one laying on the ground with blood pouring from his nose, the two of them had done some unexpected damage.

"Did you see the stupid look on his face when you kicked him?" he asked, looking back over his shoulders as he took Giana's pace. "They'd better get that booze up there or I might have to come back down."

"Well he tried to kiss my feet. You know I hate it when people touch my feet." Giana pouted, completely disregarding the fact that the man had only been trying to do that because Sacha had told him to. "No you don't need to go back, you just need to stay with me. I miss you."

Sacha wondered if it was the drinks that made her so strangely sweet or if it was just that he had successfully distracted her from her problems like he was singularly capable of doing. He nodded and walked with her up a grand staircase that led to a door close to her apartments.

"You like it when I touch your feet." he said, placing his hand around her waist and pulling her closer for a moment. When they got to the door, he nodded to her guards.

"No I don't. You just think I do." She continued to speak in a pouting tone, waving the guards off and then walked back into the apartment with Sacha once they had moved. "I'm hungry." She said as she immediately moved over to the couch and all but threw herself onto it dramatically.

"You want me to call our friends from downstairs about that?" he asked, jokingly, before stepping back to the coffee table next to her and filling the glasses halfway with Romulan ale. After a few moments, a knock came at the door and two servants entered carrying the bottles they had requested from the security guards. Sacha directed them to put them on the table and took the liberty of mixing them drinks that came out more green than blue. "I've done the impossible, mon ceoer. Drink up."

"Green. Green is better." She took the glass and swirled the liquid around a bit. She started to take a sip then stopped, her face scrunching a bit. "I'm hungry. Did they bring food? Should we order food? Are you hungry?"

"I guess." he said, thinking about his stomach for the first time. He picked up the drink and took a sip himself. It was strong, but an improvement on Romulan Ale for sure. "Next time, let's choose something good to drink."

He stood then and looked into the hallway. He waved a servant over and spoke quietly to them for several seconds. When they had an understanding, he returned to the couch and sat down, helping her to lift her head and then lowering it back down onto his lap. He took another drink.

"They're going to bring food. Just don't eat too much or you'll be all mad at me in the morning for letting you eat."

"You aren't the boss of me." She lifted herself up awkwardly from his lap to take a sip of her drink. It was... still disgusting, but it was alcohol. That was the point. "I'll eat what I want and be mad if I want."

"That's what you say tonight. Tomorrow, you will think you were very helpless tonight and I should have protected you better." he said, leaning forward and kissing her, tasting the drink on her lips. "So maybe I'll boss you around a little, hmm?"

"Nope, not the boss of me." She insisted and pouted up at him after he kissed her. "You should always protect me... even if I am the boss."

"Okay, boss, you're only going to eat a little bit. And if you have more, then I'm going to tackle you." he said, kissing her again. He then pulled the drink to his lips and downed the rest of the glass accepting the burn. When he was finished he swallowed and made an elated sound with his lips poked out. "Wooo! Are you ready to do something completely stupid yet?"

Giana frowned and seemed to be processing exactly what he had just said, but it wasn't quite all clicking together. When he downed his drink, she looked at her own and took another healthy sip, but didn't drink it all. "Maybe. I don't know. Everyone already thinks I do that all the time anyways."

"Nope. Drink more." he said, completely ignoring the comment and guiding her glass back to her lips. "When you're done, we're definitely going down to the throne room."

Giana was about to drink but stopped at his comment and lowered the glass again. "What? No... no we aren't doing that." She sat up then, swaying a little, and frowned to herself. "I don't need to give my father any more reason to hate me."

He almost sighed, but he didn't. He needed to find a way to distract her. Without them leaving drunk, there was nothing else left for them. He offered the glass to her again and smiled.

"Okay, okay. Just finish and we'll do something here."

TBC