Something Something Engineering (Part 2/3)

Posted on Wed Dec 15th, 2021 @ 1:48pm by Senior Chief Petty Officer Victoria Aries & Lieutenant Commander Brandon Pratt
Edited on on Wed Dec 15th, 2021 @ 1:49pm

3,034 words; about a 15 minute read

Mission: Handling the Fallout

"Well, as for hockey, I spent a lot of time on the ice. I've got a slapshot that gave some goaltenders fits and starts, set me up on the power play just outside the faceoff dot, feed me and start the celly." Victoria's teeth showed with a bright smile, "I was also hard to hit. And that came because my mom didn't like that I loved hockey, but she made me a deal when I was a kid: She'd let me play if I devoted just as much time to figure skating." She blushed again, "I was pretty good at it, was the second alternate for the 2378 Olympic team. My short program was really good, but there were problems with the long program." She raised her hands, "There you go, my secrets are out, still think I'm damn cute?"

"Face off dot." Pratt, a Canadian, had never heard ice lingo like that before. He took another shot and then gestured at Victoria as he slurred his word. "It's center ice!" Brandon had laughed, finding the reference Victoria had used all the more endearing. "I'd love to see your slapshot. And… Jesus. I mean that in more ways than one. But… This whole being a Chief of Department thing." Brand grimaced as his forehead creased in its center lines. His eyes are searching Victoria's body. She had an agile, toned, and now probably surprisingly dexterous!

"God... Don't worry about what to tell them, I've got problems with the replicator here, but I can fix it myself in just a few minutes, I can handle that later." Victoria waved that away, "This has already been a really screwy shift for the day. I was up and in Warspite's Engineering main room at Oh-Six-Thirty, got the updates, went through the morning brief and got assignments. Then at 0730 got called back and told to pack because I was being transferred, got dumped onto the station in passing, then roundabouts 1200 had to pass that Security Lieutenant who I swear to God was being pimped out or something, waited for my stuff to get here and grabbed a sonic shower before showing up. So it's been a long day so far, where I've already made an idiot of myself to my new department head, kissed him, slapped him and kissed him again and now drinking with him to try to look less awkward." She buried her face in her hands and shook her head, "Great day, Victoria, great day..."

"You call it a crappy day." Pratt was practically drooling now as his eyes oggled Victoria in a clear frame of dirty thought. "I call today… Meeting you, Aries, as one of the greatest moments that Brandon Pratt has achieved for himself in Starfleet. However," Pratt held out his large hand in gesture "since I was awarded MVP 1st year at Starfleet San Francisco Varsity Men's Hockey. And Men's Team Captain for three years. You have no idea how many red crosshairs were on my back after that award."

Brandon jockish in his lame flirting way, buffed up his chest, snorting as he then flexed his biceps in front of Victoria, as he unzippered his coat, leaving his white tee-shirt from underneath. Brandon, when insanely intoxicated by testosterone, hormones are pulsing through his body. A chance to impress the opposite sex, especially a white-hot one. "White-hot, that's what you are! You are a hard problem." Pratt then glanced down to the tent in his duty slacks. "Fuck Me!" In a somewhat ironic fact, Brandon had stated angrily. While not wanting to fuck in breach of violation as Victoria Aries was Pratt's underling. While Senior Chief Petty Officer was of demonic hedonistic masturbation material for Brandon.

"Ok. So," Brandon had once again yanked control of the rum. Pratt then crossed over to the replicator and ordered a few fireball whiskey shots, and captain Morgan spiced rum shots. The tray energized as he walked back to the couch and set it on the coffee table? He didn't know furniture names.

Brandon then held the spiced rum, two double shot glasses full, of the dark liquid alcohol. "Shots, he then crossed his forearm intertwined with Victoria. "Try 62 first season exhibition games, 45 big one's baby… 38 pure genius assists! Capt. Is an experienced power forward." Pratt had flexed his biceps jokingly, and a half was showing off to Victoria.

'Tell me something, Victoria. Do you have any nicknames?" He had asked curiously, his eyes watching her every lip gloss movement. "Stop." Pratt then placed a finger on Ares lips, half feeling it now. "We have to have a shoot-out!!!" His eyes excited at the prospect.

Victoria rolled her eyes slightly, though they danced at the fact that he also played, a forward to her center? Well, better than a defenseman, that was for sure. She'd already started to open her mouth to answer his question about nicknames, after all, 'Bitch', 'Whore' and 'Cunt' were technically nicknames, weren't they? She'd been targeted often for some crushing hits when she'd played, but bounced up and kept going despite it. "We will, you can bet on it. But not today, because I get this feeling we are about to get absolutely blasted!" She eyed the drinks, including the one he'd just handed her, "What was that Ensign's name?" She asked.

"Halloran, Ensign." Leland had replied.

"Right..." She hunted for her jacket, then grabbed Brandon's commbadge instead and pressed it, "Aries to Ensign Halloran. I'm afraid that I'm going to be keeping the Lieutenant busy the rest of the day. Continue on and hand over the shift when they get in, please, sir." She got a confirmation from the young man and nodded, "Thank you, sir. Aries clear." She tapped the badge again and released it, "Now with that out of the way..." She drank half of the double shot, then brushed her hair back again as she turned serious for a few moments, "Lieutenant Pratt, sir, I would like to suggest that we declare our work day as complete and go off-duty for the rest of the day. My professional opinion as your Senior Chief." He'd sat down again, so she crossed her leg over once more and rested her calf on his thigh.

Brandon again had gawked at what he had seen. "Senior Chief Petty Officer!" Brandon held out the bottle in his hand. He gestured to his uniform vest. "See that whole conversation thing, giving orders. You've got to stop that. I am the Chief here! Ok. Victoria!" He rolled his eyes.

She was such a turn-on. It was almost annoying in itself. Victoria was perfect.

"Your suggestion is warranted, and I will take your suggestion under advice, Senior Chief Petty Officer…" Brandon bit his lower lip as he shucked off his uniform pants to that of his jock shorts letting through his socks of the pant leg. Pratt certainly didn't feel the need to be formal around Victoria if she certainly wasn't going to be traditional to his commands. Leaning back, not showing too much as Victoria, Brandon took a drink from a bottle of Molson beer out of nowhere now.

She had lifted her leg to allow him to remove his pants, finishing off the other half of the double shot, then replaced her calf on his thigh while toeing off her shoes and flicking them expertly partway across the room. She leaned out and delicately took one of the whiskeys, sipping it delicately and feeling the burn as it went down.

Seated in his boxers now, and chest bare Brandon had lit a cigarette and breathed outward. "I am sorry Victoria. I hope you don't mind. I have a habit, now and then." Brandon had grunted, cheekily setting down his cigarette pack on the coffee table and letting out a short exhale and setting the butt in the glass. Pratt intended on getting under her skin. As he poured himself another drink and downed it. The alcohol definitely having some of it's effects hitting him.

Victoria’s nose scrunched at the cigarette’s odor and the smoke in the air. No, she didn’t like it, but everyone had their bad habits and this was one of his. In the end, she had choices, she could try to get him to quit it, or decide to dump him. She closed her eyes and exhaled heavily, no, he wasn’t her boyfriend yet, ‘don’t make assumptions that could come back to haunt you.’ She thought to herself, “Next time we’ll have an ashtray.” she said simply, “I never got into smoking, but I had teammates.”

She took another breath, “I need to bring up one more bit of professional business, sir.” She said as she raised a short eyebrow, “I’m guessing you’ve never had a good senior NCO before. Part of our job is to mentor the Ensigns and junior enlisted, so we do tend to give what you call orders in appropriately worded suggestions. It’s partly intended as a way to be efficient about getting things done so that you,” She gently poked him with a finger on his firm bicep, “Don’t need to be bothered with every snot-nosed Ensign asking you where the potty is.” She sniffed slightly in derision, “Any Chief or above that doesn’t do that isn’t worth their rockers. If you’d rather I not do it?” She shrugged, “Then we’ll have that discussion tomorrow, sir.”

“But another thing is I’m not a shrinking lily.” She continued, “Barring an emergency situation, I won’t contradict you in front of the kiddies, but I’m also not going to hold back when the need arises. I’m outspoken and if you can’t deal with that, then you may need to find a new NCO… Again.” Victoria took another sip, “But I know when to speak and when not to, as well, so there is that.”

Pratt had nodded with his eyes closing and opening. "Understood. Fair enough. I can live with that. You have your freedom to speak as a Senior NCO." Brandon was not some power-hungry overlord. "I keep an open-door policy, in that respect." He remarked, as in watching the room it led him to now—his SNCO's quarters. God Victoria, you were bad news, in a good way.

The Chief believed in solid teamwork and a well-oiled machine operating in synchronicity, like an organism as was the engineering department. Brand was there to oversee and facilitate that process as an optimal resource for the Captain and crew of the Myogi.

"And now that that's out of the way, Brandon, what would you like to know about me?" she grinned deviously as she rubbed her calf up and down his leg, "I'm an open book."

Pratt had shivered to feel Victoria's soft, long, perfectly fluidic-shaped legs, so sensual in their overlay. The feeling of her silky smooth skin along his leg, grinning in return.

"So," Pratt lent friendly, lasting eye contact to the Senior Chief. "Do you have any tattoos hidden anywhere, Aries?" Brandon asked, lilting his head at Victoria's response. He took a drink of beer, lending his hand a nice soft rub up and downward gently along Victoria's gorgeous long lash legs of pale silky smooth legs to an hour glass waist. "How many days a week do you go to the gym?" Pratt asked, drinking in the sensation of Victoria's body and legs. "Your too perfect your body, you know that?" He asked, seriously flirting, turned on.

"Only about four days a week, mostly some mild workouts just for some strength training." She shivered at the hand running up and down her leg, "I try to get on some ice the other three days, gotta keep in training." She put down the whiskey to keep him from seeing her hands trembling, "But I've got seven tattoos, you've found one already," She referred to the Celtic knot circle above her right knee, "The other six? You're going to have to find out where and what they are." She smiled sexily, reaching out with one hand to cup his cheek awkwardly, "Shouldn't be too much of a challenge for you... You're taller than me, of course, only a couple inches, but still..."

"I am also older than you by one year. You're 33. I'm 34." Pratt's head nodded. "You play hockey," Brandon got up, crouching across the couch and leaning in to meet Victoria, pulling her in for a soft kiss. Pratt gently enjoyed the feeling of his lips on Victorias. She tasted sweet. Brandon breathed inward in the kiss as he relaxed his body in her presence. She was pretty good at that, which not a lot of people had that effect on Brandon.

She leaned up into the kiss and resisted a grimace at the taste of the cigarette on his mouth, but didn't do anything to discourage him. Part of her wondered if he'd actually find her other six tattoos or if he were even going to attempt it. One had been a prank dare she'd gotten when she was at the Utopia Planetia shipyards, a more intimate location with a padlock. Another, a unicorn at the small of her back, with a smattering of stars at the nape of her neck, hidden by her hair. The other two were a pair of small 'wings' of seven feathers on each shoulder blade of her back. Then there was the other one... She raised herself up and shimmied her skirt off, leaving her still in her engineering-yellow tank top and now her black spandex shorts that she wore more for modesty and comfort with the skirt.

Pratt, near Victoria, felt his heart beat faster and faster as he held her white face came to his own. He knew that when he kissed this woman, his attention would not want again. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the humming of the vessel in the background. Brand then kissed Victoria once more.

Thinking of his duty to a department and command were to any fraternization… relationships. Yet, what he felt was missing, his inhibitions for one thing around Victoria. Her intrigue instantly attracted him.

Holding Victoria close to him as he reached, taking her, and laying her out across the front of his chest, as he held her relaxed across his side and let his relaxed nature cuddle with Victoria.

The alcohol was working far too well and she knew it. She wasn't a lightweight, but she'd had several shots of alcohol in rapid order and her body was getting overwhelmed with the toxicity. She wasn't making good decisions, otherwise she'd just stop. The back of her mind was niggling and telling her that he was the one in danger if they had any sort of relationship other than professional. The higher ranked officer (or in this case, officer period) was the one 'responsible' for the indiscretion of the relationship in the chain of command. It was seen as him taking advantage of her instead of a mutual situation.

She kissed him gently on his neck, working her way up his strong jawbone and to his lips, then gave him that mischievous smile, "Are you taking advantage of me, Brandon? Or is it me taking advantage of you?" She snuggled into him as she planted another kiss on his lips, her left hand tracing it's way down his chest, running over his abs and continuing down.

Brandon had grunted as he had Victoria writhing across his bare chest, letting his large engineering hands wrap around her slender vogue body of white-hot.

"Fuck. I need you so bad." Brandon grunted, moaning into Victoria's ear. "But, I'm a gentleman, and your right that would be taking advantage of you, especially now as we've had a few." Brandon passionately calmed downward. He self grinding his crotch upward into Victoria, who was hard-core cuddling. Spying on Victoria's backside, her slender buttocks as he lent her cheek a hand, letting it rest on Victoria's bottom. "Some things can be left unsaid. What happens between us once we were in quarters as adults."

"You've pointed out that we both are adults." Victoria pointed out herself, "Whatever we do here is just between us." She tensed her buttocks in his hand, definitely feeling the drinks, but relaxing even more. Someone not wanting to take her to bed right away? Especially when vulnerable? She snuggled further into him.

His chest rose and fell with the weight of Victoria, who was nothing more than a weight classification for Pratt in his Hockey practices. She was nothing to carry. He would try it later, hopefully. Brandon then thinks on Victoria's question, as he feels her sweet, passionate lovely deep tongue stretching kiss, with more intense emotions involved. Horniness for granted, with a touch of yearning of companionship from good Brandon.

Breaking the kiss, Pratt had paused. "We can keep what happens between us, these quarters doors to privacy." Breathing as his chest rose and evacuated spent oxygen, his hormones in overdrive. Even though all of this, Pratt had known better. Victoria deserved better of him, not like this. He wanted to take Victoria out, "maybe even like a date thing?" Brandon had blurted out his thoughts as he often did in silence.

"Maybe a date thing?" Victoria asked, pausing what she was doing, looking at him curiously. She allowed herself to slide off of him and onto her side, somehow having lost her shirt in the process. She didn't know when or where that happened, but that was literally just a flicker of thought that flashed through her mind and was dismissed, "You mean, like going out, in public, together? Like before we sleep with each other?" She cocked her head slightly, reaching out to briefly stop him from responding right before he began to move and she shimmied onto her back, "That's rather quaint.. I like it, it isn't the normal thing guys try to do with me, not that I typically let them."

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Senior Chief Petty Officer Victoria Aries
Senior Engineering NCO
USS Myogi

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Lieutenant Brandon Pratt
Chief of Engineering
USS Myogi

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