Counsellor Sexy: Episode 2

Posted on 13 Sep 2014 @ 10:17am by Lieutenant Aria Rice & Lieutenant JG Dorian West

1,725 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Episode 06 - Legend of Souls
Location: USS Galileo: Deck 4 - Aria Rice's New Quarters
Timeline: MD08 - 0930

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Having finally, at long last talked to Operations, Aria had her quarters. She knew where she was, she knew she would share with an officer (although the Ops officer she had talked to was a bit stressed due to tribbles and had almost shouted her out the doors. Ouch) so she wasn't completely ignorant either. With her things transported over later she only had her bag as she went to the door, letting it open. So it recognised her. That was good. She looked around with interest, trying to decipher things about her room mate.

It was only a few minutes later that he walked in, stopping abruptly as he saw Aria in his quarters. Counsellor Dorian West just stared at her for a long moment, blinked, looked back at the door, then around to check it was the right room....and back at Aria. "Hello again."

Aria stopped, her eyes wide as she looked at him. And then back at the door and then at him. "Holy octopussy..." she breathed, her eyes wide. "This...you! I share with...oh, wow...I share with you? Is it Christmas?"

"Christmas?" Dorian rubbed awkwardly over the back of his neck. He was sharing with Miss Bouncy Runaway Mouth? He'd be exhausted. "Whatcha mean?"

"I am your new room mate!" Aria moved to him, before waving weakly. "Hi...this is majorly weird...I mean, last man I shared with was gay. Oh! Oh, that's why...ah, that's cool. Wow, didn't guess, but I should have..." she clapped him on the arm and nodded. "So got me some wardrobe space, huh?"

Dorian blinked at the speed of her speech and changing subject, taking a deep breath. "I'm not actually gay, you know. For the record. I'm bi. I guess that means you get a little of the wardrobe...?"

"Oh...oh," she looked at him, with surprise. "Okay...well, I'll keep my shirt on if you do!" she moved closer, holding his eyes. "So...yeah...roomie. Any rules you got, anything special? Which shift do you work?"

"Alpha. But Counselling can mean a lot of shifting around in work hours," he glanced back to her as he pulled his uniform jacket off. "No house rules, unless you want any. It's your place too. Just warn me if you're going to bring anyone over?"

Aria smiled at that and nodded. "Although chance will be a fine thing! I'm not much of a puller...anyway, I am gamma. So we will be good, I promise..." she moved to look around, her eyes shining as she got to know the quarters.

"Hm..." he arched an eyebrow as he watched her with something between doubt and amusement. "Well I'm still settling into the ship, so I don't really know anyone yet."

"Well, you know me," Aria sat down and crossed her legs. "And we could, you know...be friends. If you want to be."

Dorian just watched her with dark eyes for a long moment, as if considering, but his lips pulled slightly at the corner. "You'll do."

She smiled widely, nodding as she gripped her knees. "Good, because I like drinking partners. And friends. And room mates who can help me into a corset."

"Corsets?" Dorian turned to look at her with surprise, lifting his brows, his dark eyes wide as he laughed. "What makes you think I know anything about that?"

"Well, I can teach you! My old room mate helped me before," she said as she grinned, searching his face. "Come on, your hands won't fall off..."

"Hm," was his dubious response as he glanced to her with an arched eyebrow. He finally gave a chuckle, sitting on the bed. "I know how to lace a corset, I just haven't had cause to recently."

"Oh! Now that makes you a dark horse," Aria said softly, watching with warmth before looking down. "Good..."

"What? Don't like boring counsellors?" he asked softly with a small, playful smile, shaking his head gently.

"I love counsellors! Especially when they are like nice, like you..." she said with a warm smile, her eyes shining.

"Think I'm nice, huh?" Dorian said with a small smile, a glimmer in his eyes as he stood and moved to get some drinks, shaking his head. "Maybe that was just my practioner's mask..."

"No, you are a genuinely nice man," she said and removed her boots, smiling as she curled up and relaxed. "It's...pretty amazing, really. I'm lucky."

"Lucky as..." Dorian stopped mid sentence, grimacing with pain as his head tipped to the side. His arm shook with a tremble that ran down his side, making him drop one of the glasses that smashed at his feet.

Aria looked at him, frowning. She stood, moving to him quickly. "West?" she asked, taking the other glass from him before touching his shoulder.

"I'm f-fine...." he said quietly, his breath shaking as he tried to take a step forward, but his knee buckled under him and he fell down hard on it, jarring his body as his hand landed on instinct down on the glass on the floor.

She knelt quickly, frowning as she watched him. "Liar...okay...you gonna have to help me, big guy..." she grabbed him and stood, taking his weight as much as she could, taking a step towards the chair and then another. "Away from the glass..."

Dorian held on to her tightly, breathing hard as he slumped down into the chair. He closed his eyes to try and get the world straight again, only opening them back up when he felt more in the real work. "I'm back, I'm okay," he assured quickly, looking down to his cut hand with a frown. "Sorry, Aria, didn't mean to go mental on you."

She touched his cheek before frowning. "Stay," she ordered, moving to get a med kit and a glass of water. She put the water glass in his unhurt hand, smiling gently. "Drink. I'll heal."

Dorian took a sip, but he was already calming down, watching with dark eyes as he licked his lips. "Sorry, Aria. You've been put with a bit of a medical wreck," he admitted quietly, shaking his head. "It's not often, I promise."

"It's okay...but can I ask what it is?" she glanced at his face, with a small smile. "I mean, with me, it will be me a bit more than tipsy trying to take off my boots..." she checked to see if there was any glass in the hand before starting to clean the cut.

Dorian chuckled at that, able to quite easily picture her falling over trying to take her boots off whilst on the drink. He looked down, letting out a soft breath. He didn't talk about his condition much, but as his roommate, she deserved to know in case it impacted on her. "I used to work security, believe it or not," he said softly to her, smiling at the reaction. "Got captured by some bastards who used us as lab rats for their experiments. I ended up with a bunch of implants in me. Most of them are out now, but some couldn't be removed. They...interfere with how my body functions from time to time."

She looked at him for a moment before giving a small nod, looking back at her work. "Well, on the plus side, if you were in Security now you'd work with me. I wouldn't wish that on anyway," she winked, teasingly, her eyes playful as she met his. "Anything else I should know? Like...is that all that happens? The...weakness and loss of coordination?"

He nodded with a heavy breath, frowning as he sat back in the chair. "Mostly. Things get smashed, I promise I won't touch your things," he chuckled weakly. "They also gave me a cultivated version of Faelon's Disease. Don't worry, you can't catch it."

"And what does that do?" she asked, moving to bandage his hand with a small smile, pleased at her work. She had put the gel on to increase healing time. If he wanted, he could go to sickbay to sort it, but the cut hadn't been that deep. She met his eyes again, but kept a hold of his hand.

He shrugged in what he hoped had seemed a casual way, trying to hide the discomfort he had at talking about it. "Like the real thing. It can cause other complications and illnesses, tiredness, fever, pain...but I take medication and it keeps it pretty much under control. It hasn't progressed further since I was at 'Fleet Medical anyway."

Aria watched him, her thumb caressing over the bandage for a moment. "Well...if there's ever anything I can do when you're feeling poorly, let me know?" she asked, leaning closer.

Dorian smiled softly at the words, searching her eyes before nodding. "Thank you, Aria, you're a very generous girl. But you're not here to play nurse maid. No, I'm sorry I made a mess. When I do, I'll clear it up."

"Oh, honey," she laughed and touched his shoulder, her eyes warm as she smiled. "No, no...we help each other. We're room mates. It's what we're meant to do. No, you drink the water and I'll clean that up. And maybe a cup of sugary tea would help you more?"

"That would be great," he admitted, watching her with surprise at the generosity and ease of spirit. "Is this the exchange for the corset lacing?"

"Yes," Aria said lightly, smiling as she got the pot. She was going to make him a proper cup of tea. As it brewed, she cleaned up the glass. "It's all what this is...between friends. Nothing held over the other, no sorries or thank yous...just this..." she met his eyes and smiled, standing and walking to pour the tea.

"Seems having a roommate could sort of have a silver lining," Dorian teased with a chuckle, shaking his head as he looked down.

Aria added milk and sugar to the tea before carrying it over, gently placing it in his hands. "Well duh! Clearly, you never have had a roommate as good as moi. I'll show you all the perks."


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Lt JG Dorian West
Counsellor
USS Galileo
[PNPC Blake]

Ensign Aria Rice
Security/Tactical Officer
USS Galileo

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