Personal Log | FAdm Red & Xander Hark | BQCO & Privateer | "A penny for your thoughts?" Part 2

Posted on Sun Mar 18th, 2018 @ 5:46pm by Ambassador Alexander Hark & Fleet Admiral Blyx Red

Mission: Lacuna

The simulated sunlight of the station's lighting woke Xander as the chronometer hit seven in the morning station time, his eyes flickered open and were met with the raven locks of the woman who'd set flame to his heart, a smile crossed his face as he pushed himself up on one elbow and allowed a smile to take hold. He'd never felt as lucky as he felt at this very moment, he felt the woman lying next to him shift and begin to stir and leaned over her slightly to lay a soft kiss on her cheek.

The soft sigh of shifting bed sheets and the feeling of movement would always prime to rouse Blyx from her sleep. She wasn't used to sharing space, though day by day she became more accustomed to it and the joy of waking beside someone special and cherished. Someone she loved. Big word, rough word, but the proper word. Rolling onto her back, her eyes opened enough to allow her to focus on his face without the shroud of her lashes. "Morning." She greeted, relishing the feeling of lips against her cheek and his warmth along the contour of her side. It didn't take much to reach and cup his cheek, but the ability to do so was paramount and key to her happiness.

"Morning yourself," he replied as he allowed himself to sink back into the comfort of the bed sheets and wrapped his arm over her, linking his hand with hers, the feel of her pressed against him was beginning to be something he craved every night and looked forward to every morning, "How'd you sleep?"

"Well enough," She replied, "Today's a big day. I've been cleared to head back to work and rumor has it that you've found yourself a new role to fill." Klingons. Babies. He'd be tending both in short order and Blyx wasn't entirely sure which one was more demanding. Both of them pitched fits to show a wide variety of emotions, at least for the first little bit, and none were well adept at explaining exactly what it was they wanted. The thought made her smirk, causing her to bite her lip and look over at him. How he'd ever gotten so deeply entrenched with the Klingons was still a mystery and a series of stories she hadn't quite gotten into. They didn't matter. The man was who he was, and she loved him for it. All of it. All of him. "Very little happens on this station that I don't know about, you know."

"Nothing has been confirmed yet, but he did send word that he had something only I could handle, assumptions have been made." Xander replied with a slight smile as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face and leant in to plant another kiss, this time her lips called out to him. The smile stayed with him when he leant back and he cleared his throat, "besides, he'd like to make a good impression and he knows that most of his men cannot handle diplomacy as well as his blood brother can."

Savoring and returning the kiss, Blyx allowed her fingers a play with the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, enjoying him for all the slow sleepiness the morning could have brought them. "He's wise to trust you with this since I doubt very much that Aine and Satie would enjoy having their station torn up by rowdy Klingons." She grinned, stealing another quick kiss, "You have much more at stake and know how to behave... Most of the time." Most of the time indeed. In many ways he was still so very polished, but the length of his hair begged to differ. It gave him a certain flare that suited him ever so perfectly, freeing his spirit. "You can tell him that I approve of his choice right before or after you inform him of the fact he's to be made an uncle. Give him cause to really celebrate," Blyx yawned and stretched beneath him, speaking with the same flippant, nonchalant ease she always would, though inside she began a countdown, he'd catch on soon enough... three... two... one...

Nothing clicked at first as Xander enjoyed the feel of her hand running through his hair, "Oh, don't get me wrong, there will be Klingons, what is an Ambassador without his staff?" he replied with a chuckle that shook the bed for a moment, "A man from Klingon Intelligence, two aides from the House, two assigned by the council for balance and three... wait." It clicked and his mind ran through several options, none of which made any sense to the words that she'd spoken, the news that she had dropped on him like a ticking time bomb with nothing more to her voice than there ever was, "An uncle... you're pregnant?" his voice was quivering with excitement at the news and he had no way of hiding it from her.

"I am," she nodded, thoroughly enjoying the moment that came with no fanfare or dramatics, just the ease of a morning conversation though it steeped in bliss, "You should tell me more about these aides of yours," sly as ever, she let him figure himself out though she could practically feel him buzzing as his brain put two and two together and a hand reached to stroke through the graying umber of his hair.

Xander scrambled through his mind for any details that she had asked about, but everything he came up with was a variation on the word baby, in Human, Klingon, Andorian, Trill, Vulcan, in every language he'd picked up in his travels throughout the galaxy, every race he'd encountered and everything that ran through his mind, "I'm not sure," he replied as he shook his head slightly, "Ch'Tan has been left in charge of selecting the men, his father has complete trust in him, as for those from the council, I have no idea who they'll choose, but I'll have to work with them."

"I'm sure you'll make due." Blyx murmured softly, "You have their respect, and that's all that is required to make things run smoothly." It was required to make many things run smoothly. "I just ask for a little peace and quiet, and lack of alcohol, when the time comes." Her smile was demure, tainted by her growing amusement as she continued to watch him process everything.

"The alcohol... might be doable, the peace and quiet may be subjective," Xander replied honestly, stretching as his body began to recover from it's slumber and he started to wake up properly, deep inside he was unsure who the council would send and he knew that he might not have as much respect as Blyx was sure he was due, "I'll do my best to keep them in line."

Rolling in his arms, the raven haired woman took advantage of his stretching to burrow in closer. It was clear that thought she'd been given the green light to haunt the station in an official capacity, she had no interest in moving from her warm, comfortable spot any time in the near future. "You'll need to, or I will." she murmured against his neck, "Loud noises, fighting, heavy drinking... None of them are acceptable near a newborn whether their father is blood brothers with the Chancellor or not." Her lips played havoc against the stubbly skin of his jaw, teasing it before she ducked away to stifle what she hoped would be the last of her morning yawns, "I doubt Ch'Krang would be amused if I sent his men home in boxes for disturbing the peace. I'm getting old, Xander, my patience isn't what it used to be and even when I was young it was a virtue that eluded me."

"If they were to return to Qo'noS as corpses at your hand then the Chancellor would understand that they had... overstepped a boundary." Xander replied with a slight chuckle at the thought of his little band of Klingons falling foul of Blyx on a good day, let alone the fury that would face them if they disturbed her on a particularly difficult one, "Don't forget, he'll consider you as much family as I."

"Is that so?" She asked, rubbing her fingers down the center of his chest, "Dare I ask for an explanation as to why?" Did she really need one? Maybe if only to help the thunderstruck old Admiral along in his thought digestive process. Help him wrap his brain around circumstance and that which the fates had decided for them. A bunch of dead Klingons was amusing, the thought of her being adopted into the Chancellor's house was as well, but the thought of Xander finally being a shot at the family he'd missed out on for all those years was absolutely precious and worthy of guardianship. She'd be that guardian.

"Well this, for a start," Xander replied as he gestured at the both of them and smiled, his mind had been running ten to the dozen since she'd dropped the news on him, "This feels like more than just a fleeting thing, more than just two friends meeting in the night to service a need, this feels... real, it feels like something I've not felt in a long time." he began lazily tracing a pattern on her back with one of his fingers, letting it weave itself through her raven hair and along the curves of her body, "And that makes you family, Klingons take a bonding like this very seriously, as part of my family you become part of his too,"

"We're having a baby, Xander. I don't think this will ever be just a passing fancy." Blyx almost purred under his touches, appreciating the way followed the lines of her as if paying homage and honor to the shape of her being. It was attentive, patient, perhaps even a little possessive, and she loved it for what it was. "I wouldn't want it to be just a fleeting thing, or anything of the kind. If having you stay means inviting the Klingons into my life, so be it." Her mouth found his neck, dropping quiet kisses, "Qapla' and all that."

"Success indeed," the adopted Klingon replied with a bright smile, his hands continuing their mission of appreciating the woman they held, "I'm not going anywhere, Blyx, you're stuck with me." he added with a chuckle.

"Like I said," The woman breathed, content and calm and warm, "So be it." Starfleet could wait a little while longer. Lazy starts to mornings were rare, and this would be the last time she'd enjoy one quite like this. There wouldn't be another instance of 'Surprise! You're a father again!' in this lifetime, and the magic of that would not be wasted on prying herself from his arms and the cradle of those sheets in order to stuff herself into a uniform and take that journey to her office. Not today. They could, indeed, wait.

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Fleet Admiral Blyx O. Red
Commanding Officer
Beta Quadrant
Starfleet

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Ambassador Alexander 'Xander' Hark
Ambassador to the Stenellian Ascendancy
Klingon Empire