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The Vampire And The Maiden, part 2

Posted on Tue Jun 30th, 2015 @ 7:31pm by Ensign Jessenna Azadi

Mission: Shore Leave: Risan Masquerade
Location: Risa, Masquerade Event
Timeline: following part 1



"That makes sense then," she said keeping pace, filing that information for later as she dared take another sip. Her face squished again.

Jessenna waited until they were on the veranda before speaking again. "I may not be Intelligence but a security officer has their ways too. As do women." She smiled sweetly. Plus she might have done a little spying but she didn't want to scare him away.

He didn't bother containing a smirk, "I always thought you guys were a pretty smart bunch." He left it deliberately vague so she'd wonder if he meant security in general or women.

Turning slightly so his hip was leaning on the railing but he could look at her properly. "So what else have you found out?"

"Files only reveal so much," she fessed up with a pout, "at least yours are pretty boring." Boring was usually a good thing in security's line of work. Boring meant very little trouble for the most part, at least the kind of trouble a security officer might be concerned about. "But, for some strange reason, I think that's on purpose," she inched closer to him- whether she knew she was doing so or not was a mystery. "You're too smooth to be boring, Sean." Her eyes narrowed like a predator closing in on its prey.

"But Nivans seems to like you," and just like that Jessenna relaxed and turned a little pink, but thankfully most of it was hidden underneath the real mask.

He chuckled softly, "I'm just calm by nature, really. That and the more boring, the better the fit in. Us spooks are not gloriously gorgeous James Bond's. Most of us just average joes really. As for the Lt? I guess so, he seems like a stand up fella." The Bostonian shrugged, "you seem to trust me a little bit more now too. You haven't threatened me yet, which I consider fantastic."

Calm by nature? The concept was foreign to Jessenna and incredibly intriguing, like a mystery that was begging to be solved. She weighed his words, head turning from side to side slightly as she set her drink down, it wasn't finished but she was. If she kept drinking it her face might get stuck.

"Well," she started. Micah had especially emphasized the fact that threatening Sean wasn't just a bad thing to do but something she shouldn't do at all. But she couldn't very well tell Sean that could she? "You haven't blackmailed me yet in your defense. And you've kept your end of the deal up so far, too. Beside, I didn't like you at first but now I do." That and Micah's lessons were taken to heart despite all the snappiness she gave him for it.

Sean couldn't help a grin, "you do, do you? What exactly do you like about me?"

A devilish smirk curled her lips at the idea of a little game. To tease or to not to tease? How far could she get him to go? Really that was what he was asking her. (A far less dangerous game than to stab or not to stab.) But he was almost too casual and her curiosity was piqued. "Always ask first, very by-the-book," she said resting her hand on his arm and looking up at him. He was an entire foot taller than she was but somehow when he looked down at her it didn't feel like he was looking down at her. "Maybe a change in interrogation technique may persuade me to give you an answer or two." Her big brown eyes were daring him, missing the scruffy beard he'd shaved.

His lips curled into a smirk, "so, you're actually asking me to play spook with ya? Plain ole Sean not good enough, hmm Sparky?" He leaned in a little closer, quietly chuckling, "what's so bad about being polite, by the way?"

Her smirk turned into a full on smile as if to answer his first question. Yes she did; it sounded fun. Somehow Jessenna managed to not shake her head off her shoulders in anticipation. "It's less about manners and more about..." she paused to conjure the right word, "excitement."

Oh and how the excitement was starting to build as he'd inched closer. "Plain ole Sean" was fun.

"I see, the Lady is into adrenaline." His blue eyes twinkled.

An energetic tune began to permeate the air and the irish-american perked up. "So, let's see who's a better dancer." Without waiting, he grabbed her hand and tugged gently, "let's see what you got!"

He figured, she'd answer a challenge a lot better than being asked to do things.

"Hey! But what about-" Jessenna started but followed. Of course she went along with him, he'd expertly played her personality and she took to it without even realizing- not that she really thought about it since they were on their way to dance.

Her dress wasn't really the best to show off her footwork, which might have been a benefit seeing as this sort of song wasn't something she knew how to dance to, but like pretty much everything in the known universe that simple fact wasn't going to stop her.

It was nice to be able to cut loose for once, not worry about the typical string of paranoia that burned into the minds of security forces, although she was mildly cautious in case this was some charming spook technique to get her to talk.

It both was and it wasn't. Sean, being trained in several styles of dancing with his Intelligence training actually loved to dance. On the other hand if he beat her at this challenge, she'd probably feel more compelled to talk. He knew she'd honor a deal in the very least.

He lead her to the dance floor, smirking, "do you know this one? Or shall we just follow the others and make the best of it?"

"Dancing wasn't covered in Academy training," at least not the kind of dancing they were doing, swirling around dealing blows wasn't exactly something that could translate, but even still she was confident enough in herself. After all, she had excellent command over every inch of her body. Only she didn't really know where to start so she looked to see what the other people were doing and did her best to emulate it, grabbing the skirts of her dress, and smiled while she gave it her best shot. Now watching a vampire dance, that would be a priceless image.

And the vampire did dance, as if it was natural to him. The male role was quite flashy, Sean pulled in all the stops for it. He was having fun which was quite clear, and grinning at her, daring her to top him.

Fun was generally a thing that other people had (usually before she went in to break it up and send someone to the brig) and as Jessenna learned fun was...fun. For perhaps the first time ever she wasn't concerned about being the best or triumphing over the competition. It was hard to anyway watching Sean dance. Maybe he'd missed his true calling in life by the way his legs and arms moved and that smile shot right through her as her giggles turned into laughs and took her over. "How can you look so good at being ridiculous," she asked, massaging her cheeks that were becoming sore from grinning so hard. "You win," Jessenna conceded fanning herself, "but do that spin again!" It was fun to watch for a number of reasons.

He was breathing heavily and grinning, making his faux vampire fangs pronounced. "What this?" He put some extra lavish into the spin again. "It's all about believing in your goal, what you're doing and not concerning yourself with what others think of it." He added as he stepped back over to her again. "So, what's my reward?" There was a tease to the tone, and a shift behind his blue eyes, something akin to appreciation, even a smidge of desire, but he kept himself contained.

Jessenna beamed at the extra flourish and even clapped with entertainment with the glow of the dancefloor reflecting brightly in her dark eyes. There were parts of him she didn't quite understand but enjoyed all the same, drawn in like a moth to flame.

"Reward," she echoed, jovially yet thoughtfully, tapping her plump bottom lip dramatically. "Ah, I'll give you a choice, darling," her grin widened as she plucked one of her rings from her finger and held it up for him to see, the tiny thing sparkling in her palm, "if you pick the hand with the ring you get your prize now, pick the empty hand and you get your prize later." She tucked her hands behind her back and leaned forward, the item residing in her left hand. "Or...we can negotiate." Her long eyelashes bat at she left it all up to the handsome vampire.

He chuckled, observing her and her upper arm movements. People when waiting for something eagerly, namely such a thing as picking what was in each hand behind their back usually fiddled with it, so one could notice surface muscle tension. "Oh hold on now, we I don't know what the reward is, maybe it's worth more later to me? Plus, can't negotiate if I don't know what I'm negotiating for."

Then another trick of the trade, he stepped closer, that smirk on his face again as he watched for her reactions.

Jessenna didn't back away, after all, they'd already spent a few moments very close to one another. Aside from that he smelled nice and it wasn't generally in her nature to do such a thing. It was all a part of the fun. "Maybe... Well then you've got nothing but difficult choices ahead of you, of course, you can always opt out if you're too scared to pick." She watched him watch her, intrigued by his temperament and painfully curious to see where his thoughtfulness would lead him. Her big smile hardly diminished and she couldn't help but giggle slightly to herself.

Ah there it was, the subtly more bent left arm. Her right one was more extended, which meant it was covering the left, which meant the left had it. "I don't scare easily..." his smirk grew, smirkier if it was possible as he leaned closer and whispered into her ear. "Left."

Sean's breath tickled her skin, goosebumps festooning her normally smooth skin. It was warm and tingly and a strange sensation. Her jaw clenched even though she laughed, presenting him with an open hand, ring still there, proof of his instant victory. "Well done," she was able to say quietly because he had been so close. Without having to think much of it she slipped the ring back on and put her hands on his shoulders to balance herself on the tips of her toes and kissed his shaved cheek. "One for winning," her full lips planted another kiss, "and another for being so smart."

His cheeks tinged a little and he did a little bow, "only for people I'd like to know. My job doesn't often leave much room for connections with people. You're someone I'd like to know, Jessenna. To whatever extent."

Please don't run again, I'm trying here.

Her eyes left his for a moment, a classic indicator of disconnection.

Thoughts flew by. He wasn't a liar, he was kind, and if their first date proved anything, he wasn't after what most smooth talkers were drooling over. "And when did you decide that?" She looked up at him again, head tilting to the side ever so slightly, "when you picked up my knife or after that?"

"When I had a certain talk with certain someone about differences." Sean shrugged, "when I realized there's more to you than the Sparky exterior."

All of a sudden the lieutenant's seemingly out-of-the-blue lecture made a whole lot more sense. Jessenna's cheeks turned color and she covered her face with her hands. "He did not," was it getting hotter? "I just didn't- when you-" she didn't know how to piece together a proper sentence to explain herself or how she was feeling. She sighed and her hands fell to her side.


And the conclusion in part 3.-
"That makes sense then," she said keeping pace, filing that information for later as she dared take another sip. Her face squished again.

Jessenna waited until they were on the veranda before speaking again. "I may not be Intelligence but a security officer has their ways too. As do women." She smiled sweetly. Plus she might have done a little spying but she didn't want to scare him away.

He didn't bother containing a smirk, "I always thought you guys were a pretty smart bunch." He left it deliberately vague so she'd wonder if he meant security in general or women.

Turning slightly so his hip was leaning on the railing but he could look at her properly. "So what else have you found out?"

"Files only reveal so much," she fessed up with a pout, "at least yours are pretty boring." Boring was usually a good thing in security's line of work. Boring meant very little trouble for the most part, at least the kind of trouble a security officer might be concerned about. "But, for some strange reason, I think that's on purpose," she inched closer to him- whether she knew she was doing so or not was a mystery. "You're too smooth to be boring, Sean." Her eyes narrowed like a predator closing in on its prey.

"But Nivans seems to like you," and just like that Jessenna relaxed and turned a little pink, but thankfully most of it was hidden underneath the real mask.

He chuckled softly, "I'm just calm by nature, really. That and the more boring, the better the fit in. Us spooks are not gloriously gorgeous James Bond's. Most of us just average joes really. As for the Lt? I guess so, he seems like a stand up fella." The Bostonian shrugged, "you seem to trust me a little bit more now too. You haven't threatened me yet, which I consider fantastic."

Calm by nature? The concept was foreign to Jessenna and incredibly intriguing, like a mystery that was begging to be solved. She weighed his words, head turning from side to side slightly as she set her drink down, it wasn't finished but she was. If she kept drinking it her face might get stuck.

"Well," she started. Micah had especially emphasized the fact that threatening Sean wasn't just a bad thing to do but something she shouldn't do at all. But she couldn't very well tell Sean that could she? "You haven't blackmailed me yet in your defense. And you've kept your end of the deal up so far, too. Beside, I didn't like you at first but now I do." That and Micah's lessons were taken to heart despite all the snappiness she gave him for it.

Sean couldn't help a grin, "you do, do you? What exactly do you like about me?"

A devilish smirk curled her lips at the idea of a little game. To tease or to not to tease? How far could she get him to go? Really that was what he was asking her. (A far less dangerous game than to stab or not to stab.) But he was almost too casual and her curiosity was piqued. "Always ask first, very by-the-book," she said resting her hand on his arm and looking up at him. He was an entire foot taller than she was but somehow when he looked down at her it didn't feel like he was looking down at her. "Maybe a change in interrogation technique may persuade me to give you an answer or two." Her big brown eyes were daring him, missing the scruffy beard he'd shaved.

His lips curled into a smirk, "so, you're actually asking me to play spook with ya? Plain ole Sean not good enough, hmm Sparky?" He leaned in a little closer, quietly chuckling, "what's so bad about being polite, by the way?"

Her smirk turned into a full on smile as if to answer his first question. Yes she did; it sounded fun. Somehow Jessenna managed to not shake her head off her shoulders in anticipation. "It's less about manners and more about..." she paused to conjure the right word, "excitement."

Oh and how the excitement was starting to build as he'd inched closer. "Plain ole Sean" was fun.

"I see, the Lady is into adrenaline." His blue eyes twinkled.

An energetic tune began to permeate the air and the irish-american perked up. "So, let's see who's a better dancer." Without waiting, he grabbed her hand and tugged gently, "let's see what you got!"

He figured, she'd answer a challenge a lot better than being asked to do things.

"Hey! But what about-" Jessenna started but followed. Of course she went along with him, he'd expertly played her personality and she took to it without even realizing- not that she really thought about it since they were on their way to dance.

Her dress wasn't really the best to show off her footwork, which might have been a benefit seeing as this sort of song wasn't something she knew how to dance to, but like pretty much everything in the known universe that simple fact wasn't going to stop her.

It was nice to be able to cut loose for once, not worry about the typical string of paranoia that burned into the minds of security forces, although she was mildly cautious in case this was some charming spook technique to get her to talk.

It both was and it wasn't. Sean, being trained in several styles of dancing with his Intelligence training actually loved to dance. On the other hand if he beat her at this challenge, she'd probably feel more compelled to talk. He knew she'd honor a deal in the very least.

He lead her to the dance floor, smirking, "do you know this one? Or shall we just follow the others and make the best of it?"

"Dancing wasn't covered in Academy training," at least not the kind of dancing they were doing, swirling around dealing blows wasn't exactly something that could translate, but even still she was confident enough in herself. After all, she had excellent command over every inch of her body. Only she didn't really know where to start so she looked to see what the other people were doing and did her best to emulate it, grabbing the skirts of her dress, and smiled while she gave it her best shot. Now watching a vampire dance, that would be a priceless image.

And the vampire did dance, as if it was natural to him. The male role was quite flashy, Sean pulled in all the stops for it. He was having fun which was quite clear, and grinning at her, daring her to top him.

Fun was generally a thing that other people had (usually before she went in to break it up and send someone to the brig) and as Jessenna learned fun was...fun. For perhaps the first time ever she wasn't concerned about being the best or triumphing over the competition. It was hard to anyway watching Sean dance. Maybe he'd missed his true calling in life by the way his legs and arms moved and that smile shot right through her as her giggles turned into laughs and took her over. "How can you look so good at being ridiculous," she asked, massaging her cheeks that were becoming sore from grinning so hard. "You win," Jessenna conceded fanning herself, "but do that spin again!" It was fun to watch for a number of reasons.

He was breathing heavily and grinning, making his faux vampire fangs pronounced. "What this?" He put some extra lavish into the spin again. "It's all about believing in your goal, what you're doing and not concerning yourself with what others think of it." He added as he stepped back over to her again. "So, what's my reward?" There was a tease to the tone, and a shift behind his blue eyes, something akin to appreciation, even a smidge of desire, but he kept himself contained.

Jessenna beamed at the extra flourish and even clapped with entertainment with the glow of the dancefloor reflecting brightly in her dark eyes. There were parts of him she didn't quite understand but enjoyed all the same, drawn in like a moth to flame.

"Reward," she echoed, jovially yet thoughtfully, tapping her plump bottom lip dramatically. "Ah, I'll give you a choice, darling," her grin widened as she plucked one of her rings from her finger and held it up for him to see, the tiny thing sparkling in her palm, "if you pick the hand with the ring you get your prize now, pick the empty hand and you get your prize later." She tucked her hands behind her back and leaned forward, the item residing in her left hand. "Or...we can negotiate." Her long eyelashes bat at she left it all up to the handsome vampire.

He chuckled, observing her and her upper arm movements. People when waiting for something eagerly, namely such a thing as picking what was in each hand behind their back usually fiddled with it, so one could notice surface muscle tension. "Oh hold on now, we I don't know what the reward is, maybe it's worth more later to me? Plus, can't negotiate if I don't know what I'm negotiating for."

Then another trick of the trade, he stepped closer, that smirk on his face again as he watched for her reactions.

Jessenna didn't back away, after all, they'd already spent a few moments very close to one another. Aside from that he smelled nice and it wasn't generally in her nature to do such a thing. It was all a part of the fun. "Maybe... Well then you've got nothing but difficult choices ahead of you, of course, you can always opt out if you're too scared to pick." She watched him watch her, intrigued by his temperament and painfully curious to see where his thoughtfulness would lead him. Her big smile hardly diminished and she couldn't help but giggle slightly to herself.

Ah there it was, the subtly more bent left arm. Her right one was more extended, which meant it was covering the left, which meant the left had it. "I don't scare easily..." his smirk grew, smirkier if it was possible as he leaned closer and whispered into her ear. "Left."

Sean's breath tickled her skin, goosebumps festooning her normally smooth skin. It was warm and tingly and a strange sensation. Her jaw clenched even though she laughed, presenting him with an open hand, ring still there, proof of his instant victory. "Well done," she was able to say quietly because he had been so close. Without having to think much of it she slipped the ring back on and put her hands on his shoulders to balance herself on the tips of her toes and kissed his shaved cheek. "One for winning," her full lips planted another kiss, "and another for being so smart."

His cheeks tinged a little and he did a little bow, "only for people I'd like to know. My job doesn't often leave much room for connections with people. You're someone I'd like to know, Jessenna. To whatever extent."

Please don't run again, I'm trying here.

Her eyes left his for a moment, a classic indicator of disconnection.

Thoughts flew by. He wasn't a liar, he was kind, and if their first date proved anything, he wasn't after what most smooth talkers were drooling over. "And when did you decide that?" She looked up at him again, head tilting to the side ever so slightly, "when you picked up my knife or after that?"

"When I had a certain talk with certain someone about differences." Sean shrugged, "when I realized there's more to you than the Sparky exterior."

All of a sudden the lieutenant's seemingly out-of-the-blue lecture made a whole lot more sense. Jessenna's cheeks turned color and she covered her face with her hands. "He did not," was it getting hotter? "I just didn't- when you-" she didn't know how to piece together a proper sentence to explain herself or how she was feeling. She sighed and her hands fell to her side.

And finis in part 3

 

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