Celebração para Ela

Posted on Thu Nov 28th, 2024 @ 7:27am by Lieutenant Commander Lyra Cassiel & Lieutenant Commander Andrei Petrov

Mission: S1 Episode 8: Resolutions
Location: XO's Quarters
Timeline: Date 2372-01-13 at 0630
2194 words - 4.4 OF Standard Post Measure

It was a bit later than usual when Lyra finally stirred in bed and became immediately aware of the lack of warmth by her side and the fact she was holding a pillow in her arms to make up for it. It was unusual for her to not be up when Andrei would leave for the gym, but it happened now and again. She pressed her face into the pillow and breathed deeply of her lover, but there was something else seeping through the pillowcase that was familiar but she couldn’t place it right away. With a sleepy pout, she lifted her head to take a deep breath and immediately identified the scent as bacon and coffee - rarities for them in the morning as they tended to healthier and lighter fare on the usual. It took her tired brain a moment to figure out why they were indulging, but she eventually realized that it was her birthday. Like most personal things for her, birthdays were complicated and while it was a day she - like most anyone - wanted to feel like the most important person in the universe and be treated as such, but she knew better than to have any sort of expectation of that even now.

After a moment of mental negotiation with herself, Lyra finally shifted and sat up in bed. The warm, soft blanket she wrapped herself in fell from around her, sliding down her bare breasts and pooling into her lap. She made a near immediate sound of protest as the cold air of Andrei’s quarters reacted with her body, and she placed her hands over her nipples to cover them while she pulled herself out of the bed and went to the bathroom to do her business and make herself a bit more presentable. She spent only a few minutes there and wandered back out to the bedroom to pilfer one of Andrei’s t-shirts from his closet to wear over her silky black panties, slid into her fuzzy black slippers, and then finally shuffled out into the main living area.

“Morning, Darling.” She greeted him sleepily but warmly.

The scene that greeted her when she stepped out into the living room was rather different than it was the night before. The lights were dimmed and white Christmas lights had been neatly hung about the room on the walls and from the ceiling. A huge gift, covered in bright red wrapping paper and a blue bow, sat in the corner by the window. At the table, bowls and serving dishes with food had been sat out and Andrei was making adjustments to the placement of everything on the table. He wore black pants, a red button-up Oxford, and a black apron that said the words “Coma Minha Carne” on the front in big white letters. He looked up at her and smiled handsomely.

“Good morning, Love.” He said, then stepped confidently around the table, approaching her with his arms outstretched. “Happy Birthday.”

When she saw the spread laid out on the table, she woke up considerably and smiled which turned into a laugh when he turned around and she saw what was written on his apron. She moved to him and slid her arms around him while leaning up to give him a quick, sweet kiss.

“I feel underdressed.”

“We can fix that very easily.” He said, kissing her. His hands moved to his belt buckle, and his pants fell down to his feet right. He stepped out of them, leaving him in only his shirt, boxers, and the apron. “Is that better?”

“Mmm… yes.” She chuckled again and slid her arms down to his lower back, resting just above his hips. “All of this for me?”

“Of course. It’s a special day.” He said, gesturing to the meal. “I got the idea from the Brazilian foods database. Steak, bacon, plantains, and eggs in a bowl with a side of strawberries and toast. Heavier than we’re used to, but not enough to make us feel too heavy for our shift.”

“Well, I’m looking forward to eating your meat, Darling.” She kissed him again and reached down to give his rear a playful squeeze. When she turned her head, she noticed he had changed the windows from the views of Moscow to those of Rio instead. She wandered over a little closer, looking at the scenes that were somewhat familiar to her, but stirred far more feelings than outright memories. She smiled again while she lingered, then while she was turning back to him she saw the wrapped present out of the corner of her eye. She side eyed it a moment, then walked back over to Andrei and the table.

“Thank you. Everything looks delicious.”

He pulled out a chair for her and gave her a prideful grin. He wasn’t shy at all about the presentation, and despite he hadn’t done much cooking in his life, he seemed to have done a rather nice job.

“Not nearly as delicious as you..”

Lyra moved to sit down in the chair he had pulled out for her and scooted in closer to the table. “I haven’t had a breakfast like this for my birthday in a very long time. Usually it was pancakes or waffles or something that my brothers would like better.”

“Why not?” He asked curiously as he stepped to his chair and sat down next to her. He picked up his bowl and spooned steak, bacon, eggs, and plantains into it. “It was your day. Why were they getting what they wanted instead of you?”

“They were younger, really it was for Antony more than anything, but Raoul went along with it. It wasn’t a big issue, really, but it is very nice to have something made just for me.” She began to serve herself the other items, circling the table with him until they both had what they wanted to start with. Of course, her brothers being younger wasn’t the only reason, but she didn’t want to start such a lovely morning by delving into sour topics.

“Do we have other plans for today?”

“We do. A half hour after your shift, I’ll forward you a replicator file for your outfit. I have a feeling you’ll like it quite a lot.” Andrei said with a face that communicated certainty. “And then I can show you your gift over there.”

Lyra’s brows lifted, intrigued, but she knew she wouldn’t get any answers to her questions; this was meant to be a surprise, and his surprises hadn’t failed her yet. “I was thinking perhaps we should have a few gifts ready for your family when we finally retrieve them and maybe host a dinner to make up for the birthdays we miss?”

“That’s a nice thought. Did you have anything in mind for what to give them?” He asked, looking at her. Besides his food, she had all of his focus.

“I don’t know your mother or father well enough to know any of their likes or dislikes, really. Your father really never spoke to me outside of work and your mother is… well, your mother. I was thinking perhaps a few books for Mika, perhaps a pretty dress.” Lyra offered up and then took a sip of her coffee as she watched him to see his reaction.

“I’m normally not much of a gift giver, traditionally. It’s not something people expect from me. Truth be told, anything would probably be liked. But I’ll give it some serious thought.” Andrei said, speaking candidly and thinking on what each of them might like. He certainly knew enough to make them happy with gifts. “Mika would like a book. Something fictional and whimsical. My mother would like something beautiful and rare.”

“Well, the gifts could come from both of us or just me, if you’d be more comfortable with that.” She spoke gently to him and shifted her foot to rub the top of it playfully and affectionately along his strong calf. “What about your father?”

“I’d like to give gifts with you.” He said, his hands straying toward hers and resting atop it for a second. “My father would like something traditional, Russian, and Marshall; something he can put on the wall.”

“Do you think your mother might enjoy some crystal glassware? I picked some up on the trading post while you were away. I think it’s quite beautiful, but not everyone would enjoy such a gift.” Lyra mused, turning her hand over to gently squeeze his. The mention of the glassware made her thoughts drift to her other purchases and musings she had while she had been down in the markets and she considered sharing them with Andrei, but decided to not for now.

“Well didn’t you buy it for yourself, though?” He asked, eyeing her between bites. “I Can find something else without you having to give up your glassware, Love.”

“I did, but there would be other glassware.” Lyra shrugged her shoulders slightly. “I just don’t know when we would be somewhere else to pick out something rare and beautiful for her. I’d hate to get her something replicated.”

Andrei seemed to consider it for a brief moment and then shrugged.

“Well, if you’re alright with it. I wish we had a glass worker aboard. But I don’t think that’s in any job description in the Fleet.”

“No, though perhaps one of the slaves we acquired has some skill like that? I suppose I never thought to check really.” She mused and paused to sip the orange juice.

“It’s possible. I’ll ask around.” Andrei said, taking another bite. They sat, ate, and chatted for the next twenty minutes, eating enough to satisfy themselves without going overboard. Andrei was warm and quite attentive the entire time, and despite his normal state of mind, he seemed unconflicted about her birthday being about her. When it was over, he stood and started collecting dishes. He looked at her. “So, what did you think?”

“Everything was delicious, Darling. Thank you.” Lyra said and helped stack the dishes that remained so he wouldn’t have to make so many trips. She stood with the rest of her orange juice and walked over to the large wrapped object by the window to regard it thoughtfully while he finished cleaning up.

“You’re welcome.” He said, shuffling dishes over to the replicator and giving the remains back into their energy resources. He noticed her staring at the gift and gave a subtle smirk. “Maybe it’s a bomb.”

“Well, we were talking about renovations and opening up the space, but I think you may have it against the wrong wall.” She replied, feigning seriousness, then turned her head to smirk at him.

“I suppose munitions is your job around here, after all.” He remarked as he placed the last of the dishes in the replicator and turned away as they disappeared into nothing. Taking off the apron, he leaned into the bedroom and threw it into the dirty clothes bin to be taken care of by the slaves.

“Well, I am good at making certain things explode.” She purred suggestively and came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle and pressing up against him. “Very good at it, actually.”

She grinned and kissed his shoulder through his shirt, then slid past him into the bedroom to wander into the bathroom and start the shower for them.

“As am I..” he said, watching her walk toward the bathroom. He followed after her, stripping off his shirt and boxers as he went and tossing them into the dirty clothes. “I can remind you if your memory is a bit foggy.”

“Well, I always appreciate a refresher.” She said, watching him strip down until he was naked while she remained in her panties and his shirt, the fabric stretching over her gorgeous, pert breasts underneath. She hopped up onto the bathroom counter next to the sink, spreading her legs just enough where he could see an inch or so of the fabric between her powerful thighs.

Andrei looked her up and down, standing in front of her with his chiseled body, perfect except for the storied scars that ran along his torso. His mismatched eyes focused on her face for a few tense seconds.

“Well it’s a good thing. I don’t think I ate enough for breakfast.” He said, and then he got down on his knees and started his skilled art.

Lyra's hips lifted up for just a moment so he could free her from her silky covering and then settled back where she was sitting. As he leaned in and she felt his strong hands on her thighs and the warmth of his breath on her womanhood, her hands slid into his hair and she leaned back to close her eyes and simply enjoy his attentions. Perhaps this birthday wouldn't be so bad after all.

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