Emotional Revisit

Posted on Sat Dec 3rd, 2016 @ 10:37am by Colonel S'er'in'e & Samanthia Akiashiro

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S'er'in'e left the session with the Counselor more troubled than when he entered. She wanted him to talk, open up and come to terms with what he did. Talking was awkward, opening up was troubling and coming to terms was not going smoothly. In the one hand she did not judge him only offering a perspective but in the other, the side of him that was in conflict with the other refused to surrender any point regardless of what negotiation was made. As he walked back to his shared quarters, silently passing security and walking through the doors he found the place empty. His Mate must have been at Warp-12 or The Dive on her daily routine of the establishments.

S'er'in'e sat in what most would consider a very, very large bean bag. He found it relaxing and right now he would need it if he was to begin thinking about what was said with the Counselor. Yes it was a ruse, held a purpose behind the act but the price was sacrifice. His people had over the time since membership into the Federation worked and tried hard to create a positive respectful image, his actions went against it. His training told him he did the right thing, the act saved the Captain but cost him his pride. His image was important to him and he knew all too well that had Liarra seen what he did then he would be in a far worse situation now. Then there was the incident with the Counselor where he lost his concentration for a moment and the claws appeared. That shouldn't have happened and yet it did, not he would have to make amends for it. A gift was required.

It seemed of late he'd been doing a great many wrongs, towards females especially. Asking the Captain for her Bra, bearing the claws to the Counselor, making Samanthia, his Mate yet again worry about him. This was not the ways he was taught as he grew up, he was letting his teachings and culture down by his wrong doings.

Door to apartment open to the sounds of Samanthia laughter mingled with another female voice. Then she entered waving to someone out in the hallway. She moved with easy grace pass S'er'in'e to the kitchen area of the apartment. She heard the rustle of the beans in the beanbag chair that was slowly becoming the favorite of his. He could easily blend in with the color and be easily missed. Samanthia was humming a pleasant tune as she went about her normal routine. She hit a remote and one of the pictures faded to reveal a serious looking man who babbling about the current happenings on the starbase. A murder investigation going on. A Major Criminal of several sectors had been apprehended and brought into the Federation Custody. Customs had a case of pilfering that they was also investigating.

Samanthia looked through the liquor cabinet and pulled out one of S'er'in'es Catnip bottle, poured herself a shot. and put the bottle away. She tossed it back rolled her eyes a bit as she set the shot-glass to be cleaned near the sink. She moved about humming swaying to the tune she was humming as the news rattle on about major happening. She was fixing herself a simple meal to tide her over.

"That would explain where my drink has been disappearing to." S'er'in'e remarked as she remained still and observant. "May I ask how you day has been?" He spoke, no doubt however it had been better than his own in light of the Counselor. She seemed quiet amused, charmed in fact by her humming and gentle swaying. He wondered if work had been profitable or she simply had an easy and enjoyable day.

"I had a wonderful day," Samanthia looked over towards her mates voice. Seeing him sitting in the shadows. She moved over to him and gave him a hug. "So.. How did the visit to the Counselor went?" Settling on his lap in a manner that was comfortable to him.

"Difficult." S'er'in'e spoke adjusting to her weight and position within his lap. He held her close to him and more firm than usual. "Her questions were.....hard to answer and presented more questions than answers." He was going to ask if she feared him, but would she be sat this close to him within striking distance of claw and fang if she were? "Fighting another Caitian fell to my training, he was capable, able but on the planet the Human....he had no chance against me. I slaughtered him with ease but now I face the trouble of conflict against who and what I am."

"You are a Warrior, A predator species, like the humans, Klingons and those that as a species thrive on as much as doing business. Making love and art." She looked at him. "It is simple. You needed to do what needed to be done at the time. It gave you more time to be rescued. It gave those pause when they could be easily the prey also." She paused and looked at him.

She lifted one of his big paw like hands and then caused his claws to extend and lock in place till released. She looked them over with careful eye, taking note how well they were taken care of. Sharp and shiny with the natural oils. She looked up at him making eye contact.

"What separates us from those we strive to put down. Is we use violence in the protection of others. Not to subjugate others to our whims and desires. You have a strong moral code that causes you to overthink the situation once it done with. Do you think of the Sorjourners who attacked the station? Probably in lesser skill than you? Feel anything for them?" Samanthia asked as she released his claws to retract and then massaged his paw/hand to ease the discomfort she had caused.

"No, they put you at risk, I had to combat that threat." S'er'in'e spoke softly. He extended his claws again and still hugging her let them rest against her. "I fear for you because of what I am, I fear for others because they see me first for what I am and not who. Like you have said I am a predator but few choose to see beyond that, I am more than that one attribute and after what I did I am having trouble seeing anything else."

Samanthia felt the pinprick of his claws resting on her. "Oh really? Want to put that to the test? We'll do two run. One in civilian attire and another in Fleet uniform." She gave him a look of challenge. "If I'm wrong I'll give you a full body massages, grooming and manicures for one solid week. You even get to chose the outfit or lack of outfit. And feed you by hand kitty treats."

She continued to look at him, "If I am right and this is all just psychological from excessive worry on your part..." She looked thoughtful at him, eyes a twinkling with hidden mischief. "You'll have diaper duty till the kittens ..our children are trained and weaned." Giving him a big smile. Yet her eyes shown she was serious. "Deal?"

"For being a business woman I think your idea of fair trade needs improvement." S'er'in'e replied. "I know it is I, I didn't....I didn't foresee myself becoming that. I worry that now I have taken a step down that path that I will always be at risk of repeating it."

"Ser!" Samanthia barked at him sharply as she grabbed his cheek fur and holding his head so she could look deeply into his eyes. "You did it in the protection of a wounded comrade. To give you both time to heal up and be rescued. There are times we must take preemptive steps to give us that edge. I knew what I was getting myself into when I let you into my life and domicile. Yes, we're going to get mad each other. Its knowing when to walk away before our violent tendencies are released. Nightmares? They are going to happen. I may not be as tough in skin to withstand a clawing or two. But I whont die from them. Medical treatment is just a transporter beam away. As long as you don't find pleasure in doing it and only doing it when it is absolutely necessary."

She released his cheek fur and smoothed it out. "Oh... about repeating it... you will continue to take proactive measure like you did when you was with Von. In protection of a comrade, another female and or me. Whether we're wounded or not. It's knowing when to stop and lay down our arms, makes us more civilized and more acceptable amongst the space faring community."

It seemed her word was final. S'er'in'e leant back in his bag type chair drawing his Mate with him. This presented the posture of Samanthia practically laying upon him on his seating bag. His arm wrapped around her back to rest on her shoulder with the other hand resting on the back of a thigh holding her to him. "I have been wondering what you thought about birthing on the Homeworld, you could bring the Elder and First Wife if you wished to." Part of him couldn't wait to inform his parents, his mother especially would be overcome with joy.

Samanthia loved it when they snuggled together with her between his limbs and being held. She liked to hear his soft rumbling of his purr. "If it will make you happy we can. They would be delighted to come. But be warned, Elder Raph will bring a squad of his entourage and lose himself in business at every opportunity."

"It is doubtful that the Homeworld will permit him to bring anyone other that the First Wife, you know for yourself how strict the Homeworld is regarding alien visitors." S'er'in'e spoke as he softly purred for her laying against him. Sometimes the best moments were the simple ones like these in each others arms.

As Samanthia laid on and within S'er'in'e's embrace, eyes closed hiding her determination of keeping S'er'in'e as her mate, father of her children with her or her with him. "Since we'll be flying on an Akiashiro ship. Would give him an advantage to bring whom-ever he pleases. Whether they left the ship or not, remains to be seen."

Her light frame against his own, her scent strong and calming S'er'in'e closed his own eyes and as usual his purr took a more pronounced sound to it than usual with her. Cuddled up as they were it was comfortable for him and most enjoyable. "Hmmmm." S'er'in'e replied expecting something along those lines for her answer but presently the comfort of the situation and the calming effect of her touch and scent was luring him into a most comfortable sleep.