Down the rabbit hole

Posted on Sun Apr 17th, 2016 @ 5:59pm by Colonel S'er'in'e & Samanthia Akiashiro

Mission: Brave New World
Location: Home
Timeline: Current

S'er'in'e finished up at The Dive as per his mate's suggestion, he also wanted to give her some time alone considering the effects of the medication he felt perhaps some peace and quiet would do her good. After three performances and another drink S'erin'e retired home. When he walked through the door the lights were low and the room smelt of his Mate but he heard nothing. He roamed the various rooms and found nothing at least until he saw the clothing on the bed, the same clothing she wore during the meal at The Dive and curiosity became aroused when he saw the comm badge. Why would a civilian have such a device.

He smelt the attire and the scent was strong, apparently Samanthia had not been gone very long. Why would she change? Where had she gone?

He looked around for any notes, signs of anything that would yield where she had gone.....nothing. Had she an appointment she was called away too? That was what he told himself but he would patiently wait until she returned for answers.

The door whooshes open, Samanthia walks in, carrying her high heels and clutch purse, heading straight to the main bedroom. "Pink Floyd, Lapse of Memory, volume 4" The music begins to play.

S'er'in'e had been seated in the single chair mostly in the dark, a benefit of black fur. He'd already spent some time wondering where she was, now to see her walk in dressed as she was he wondered if she had hoped she'd beaten him home before he could see her such. She seemed chipper than when she left him, what or whom was responsible for that he didn't know but first he wanted answers. "Mute."

He stood up still holding his gaze upon her. "Where have you been?" He asked. Where indeed dressed like that. Angry, curious, jealous perhaps as she didn't dress such for him or when he was around. So who indeed was this visage for?

She spun and looked at him, just about to enter the bedroom. She had completely missed him. "Business that should've been handle sooner." She turned and walked into the bedroom.

S'er'in'e's long legs covered the distance between where he'd been seated to the bedroom in but a few strides and followed her into the bedroom. "What kind of business, and dressed so revealingly?" She spoke but the softness of his feline voice slipping away gradually. He was unhappy she seemed soo....closed in her answers. Was there something she didn't want him knowing that his presence here earlier than expected had ruined?

"It's how we meet." Samanthia looked up at him, opening a drawer and dropping in her clutch purse. Then shutting it. She looks at him as she removes the wrap and puts it away in another drawer. She looks at S'er'in'e taking note of the change in tone. "Business." She reaches out and picks up her com-badge, along with her clothes on the bed.

"Business." S'er'in'e remarked. "Meet dressed like that, what kind of business might that be?" S'er'in'e sounded very sceptical. "Can you not see how this must appear to me and yet you expect me to simply accept that it is 'business'?" S'er'in'e spoke. "And why do you have that, as a civilian you shouldn't have that?"

"Business that has no effect on your position with star Fleet. Less you know the better. As for this," She holds up the Combadge, "Is from my time as a reserve Fleeter on SB-12. I misplaced it when my Fleet Reserve time ended and kept it." She dropped the com-badge into the drawer that held her clutch purse.

"I am not considering my position within Starfleet, I am asking as your Husband." S'er'in'e replied. "You have a meal with me that you do not enjoy, you say you are going home and yet...when I return home you are nowhere to be seen, dressed like that and you expect that your answer of business should qwell everything that has followed?" It came as no surprise that her offhandedness about the situation was starting to irritate him.

She looks at him, pausing in folding up the clothes she previously wore. "Yes. It would be nice." She resumes folding the outfit to be placed where it goes. "I don't question you about the new Feline pilot you have gotten recently."

S'er'in'e growled at the implication. "You are hardly in a position to question me about a pilot I have met once and even that was a briefing, when you tell me you are returning home only to meet you here returning from business seeing you dressed like that." His whiskers flared and ears forward.

She tosses the outfit into hamper. "Some people I've dealt with in the past like to remain anonymous. Besides I can take care of myself just fine." Turning to face him.

So, secrets was the game. Secret business, secret lover, or simply a mist to obscure the truth. The saying went that what he didn't know, didn't hurt him, only in this case not knowing could be equally damaging. "Your ability to take care of yourself is not in question here Samanthia." He spoke still having difficulty pronouncing her name. "What is in question is you, your business, your attire and your repeated evasion to the topic." He took a step forward, his temper rising though not quiet teetering on the edge yet.

"Business, just business." Totally missing the cue of S'er'in'e's rising anger, Samanthia turns from him as she removes her Cartier watch to put it up within her jewelry box.

S'er'in'e outraged by Samanthia's attitude and dismissive tone walked to her, taking mild hold of her arm and backed her against the wall, he stood close by as if to block any escape. "You will answer my question, my Mate." S'er'in'e spoke. "What business, I am interested to hear your answer in light of what you were wearing and your evasion to the question." His growling was rolling with each breath as he looked down on her small frame.

Samanthia looked up at S'er'in'e. "Just closing a chapter on my life. S'er'in'e," Eyes a bit wide, with a slight flush to her face, yet her tone rock steady and soft. "Just something that needed to be done." She had dropped her Cartier watch on the dresser when he grabbed her. "Can we just leave it at that?"

"No, we can not." S'er'in'e lowered himself to her height. "You left me with the impression you were going home, yet when I return I find you missing, I see you dressed in a way you do not do so for me, I can only assume I arrived before you expected and could change." He looked at her but his facial expression was predatory. "I care little for what you did in your past as it was before me, what I do care about is what you do now because it could effect me, so out with it." The word rolled out with a growl, his hold firm on her arm. "Answer, the question, now." Everything about him now screamed now was not the time to joke or joust about the topic.

Samanthia looked down, spoke softly. "You've heard of S31? The darker side of SFI?" Looks at him, her eyes wide, "The group that pro-human, anti-others?"

"I have." S'er'in'e replied, even as she looked down he still looked at her. "I hope you are about to tell me you were not involved in the questionable actions they are known to take?" His lips rose exposing the tips of his fangs.

Samanthia nodded. "I just didn't count on my heart falling for you. I was on the edge. My job was to provide shelter when needed." She looked up at him.

His head dropped, sheer disbelief at what he just heard. His other hand which up to now he'd been using to support himself dropped and in doing so his claws dragged along the wall leaving distinct marks. He stood upright letting her arm go, if only for a moment. "And the attire?" He spoke between his firmly closed jaws as he walked away a few steps.

She cringed at hearing his claws scrape the wall so close to her. Giving her brief flashback to what he did to Crerl. "To mislead those that followed. Making them think I'm off to have tryst with a lover." She stayed against the wall, waiting to see which way he would jump.

"I.....am you lover." S'er'in'e tore the silence apart. He walked towards her swiftly and grabbed both her arms. "You spoke to me of how honourable the Akiashiro's were when we Mated, of tradition and duty and yet you do this......you have kept secrets from them, what else are you keeping from me?" He picked her up and threw her on the bed less gently than he had before. "I am your lover, you dress such for me, and me alone." He stepped up onto the bed on his hands and feet and crawled towards her. "You do not even dress such for me and yet strangers are afforded the luxury.......did you know Raphiel even had intentions of making you his consort, apparently according to his first wife he wants you." Even that remark sprurred a new wave of anger in S'er'in'e and it showed.

Samanthia shrieked in surprise, laced with fear, when she flew from the toss. Her skirt riding up to expose her panties as she bounced on the bed. She tried to flee over the opposite side as she never had seen him this way towards her. Her heart raced as her breathing quicken. Fear? yes. Adrenaline shooting through her for flight, she knew she couldn't fight him. The unknown definitely made her quick for she was unsure what he would do to her...

S'er'in'e initially closed on her until she fled to the side of the bed, he saw the view granted him by the lifted skirt and smiled but that wouldn't save her, not yet. "Nothing to say for someone that does much in the shadows, hidden from even the one you love." He followed her slowly, some may consider it stalking. "Well......." He stood upright and began to undo the bottons to his casual tunic.

"Wait... wai....oof," as she ran out of bed and toppled over the edge onto the floor. "Sometimes you just have to do what is needed to survive! He wouldn't have shown himself I dressed any other way!" Squiming on the floor to get herself in position to stand or crawl away from him. Missing his removing of casual attire.

An age old reason given so many times to justify so many actions in the past. He let his tunic fall open as he reverted back to hands and feet poised at the edge of the bed looking down on her on the floor. "Wait what?" S'er'in'e marked loudly. "For you to worm your way out of this...because you needed to....to survive, I wont hurt you Samanthia, you know that."

"What was that toss you just gave me? It scared several years off my life!" She shot back at him as she moved to her knees to look up at him. "And of course I know that Elder Raphael's has interest in me. I have no interest in him! He's mated all ready!" Her hair was messed up. One of the tank top straps had broken revealing more than it should've.

"You didn't complain before when I threw you onto the bed." S'er'in'e growled as he slid down from the bed on hands and feet before her. "From now on, you will dress such only for me, even if that is here in our quarters. I will enjoy what you have shown others, what you have not done for me, I am your Mate, your Lover....should it not be I to enjoy?" He remained where he was, his mood only slightly tempered by her current state but not by much. "You will do this....because I ask it." He was glad she had no interest in Raphiel, he'd remember that if he should ever try his hand. "Something to say have you?"

"You caught me by total surprise and that wasn't love throw either! I dress as I please for anyone, Serine," She scrambles onto the bed to escape him. "Only you will see me naked. Feel my affection. Now quit acting like a jerk and let me get ready for bed."

"As you wish." S'er'in'e spoke as he stepped off the bed towards the door. "But consider this, would your previous mate be as accepting of the situation as you are expecting me to be? Or is it because I am not Human that you feel that you can get away with your actions where you could not before?" He began to do up his tunic once more and headed into the living area of their quarters.

"Oh no!" Samanthia gave chase and grabbed his tail to stop him, forgetting about the teeth on the other upper end. "Don't bring up my previous mate! They left me alone when I was with him and with Daughters! Even then I dressed as I pleased. If you're that insecure that I may betray you. You can forget about that. Do you think I would go though all this treatment if I wasn't loyal to you?"

S'er'in'e spun and snapped his jaws at the tail tug, a very dangerous thing to do in light of how important the tail was to felines. "You have often told me that I am not on Cait, that I should not so strictly bind myself to my ways, to relax I believe you called put it." He took several towering steps towards her. "Your previous Mate didn't know you dallied in the shadows, dressed as if to flaunt yourself just to gain the attention of others." More steps forward. "Loyal....you have been dishonest from the very beginning, sculking in the shadows, harbouring who ever and what ever...just to survive. I should have suspected something that time I followed you because I thought I did something wrong. I smelt someone else in the room but saw no one."

S'er'in'e had backed her into a wall again. "Answer me this.....would your previous mate accept what you have done tonight without question? Did you not dress like this for him or like me, was this reserved for someone else?" His voice was a rolling growl again as he tried to keep his temper. "Deviod of clothing should not be the only gift one gives a mate, clothing can also have its enticements, something you seem to favour giving others in stead of ME!!!!!"

"He would. Cause we had that trust of one another." She spat back at him as she was pushed against the wall. "He would let his wishes be known. Maybe you should do the same, instead of treating females like we're some fragile china," Her heart was racing, she had a slight scent of fear but it was well hidden in her demeanor and tone, her breath was a bit quicker.

"I am letting my wishes be known....." S'er'in'e remarked. He didn't know what she meant by fine china having not heard the term but he felt she meant he didn't have to treat her as softly as he had been. He lifted her up the wall but just enough that his hip would support her as he stepped between her legs, a grab of the wrists and placed against the wall to each side of her head to hold her in place as he growled at her again. "Not fragile are you?"

"No," It came out as a squeak, Samanthia as she was pinned against him and the wall. Fear and the scent of arousal as she looked back at him with a trace of fear, and a bit of excitement at the dangerous spot she was, her eyes wide. Her legs going around his waist to take some of the pressure of her arms being pinned like that.

He leaned forward looking closely at her, taking in her scent, a rumbling growl. A very faint smile could be seen forming. His tail wrapped around her ankles keeping them together. He brought her wrists together so he could hold them with one hand, his claws came into view on the other as he looked at his hand and then at her before using one claw to break the one remaining strap on her revealing low cut top.

Fear fled as she took a deep breath as her top fell away. Looking at him, she involuntary licked her lip with a flash of tongue. "You beast!" looking at him seductively with warmth. Tightening her grip with her legs around him, drawing him closer.

"I have been called such before." His face took on a more predatory animalistic appearance to it. With his free hand he used it to support her weight with a firm hold of her backside, his other hand that held her wrists freed them and slowly slid down her slender frame. Gradually however she'd feel his claws appear as they reached the waistband of her mini skirt and then, a sudden ease of pressure as it snapped from being cut.

She shivered in delight at the threat of feeling his claws against her bare skin. She hugged him, pulling herself to him as the waist band to her mini-skirt broke.

S'er'in'e gave a predatory smile, seeing how it aroused his mate. ~~She's a brave one. I chosen well.~~ He thought as he hooked his claws in her panties, tearing them away. A deep rumble of a purr vibrated him and her while giving a deep growl. He pinned her against the wall with his strength after cutting away the clothing that had offended him, being careful to keep his claws retracted. He pull away and ripped the his causal wear down far enough to be free. Then he lifted her up to press against her and let her settle upon him. Liking the way she gasped at his penetration. Once her head tilted back. He lowered his head opening his mouth and lightly clamping his jaws around her neck. Scent of momentary fear of her, sent a thrill flowing through him to his core. He marked her, breaking skin with his sharp incisors, and feeling her warm blood upon his tongue. He kept his wits not to penetrate to deeply, just enough to mark her. His heart swelled at the way she held still with total trust to place her life in his big paws. He released her neck after making sure the bleeding had stopped. "The universe now knows your mine!"

With strength and feline coordination, carrying her as he fell on top of her onto the bed. He or was it her that kept them connected. It didn't matter as he once pinned her to bed, looking down on her, working his garment free to fall to the floor.... fade to black.