I am ridiculous.
Well, Diz had a point, and it's probably what I'd tell someone working *under* me if the same thing had happened to them. I've held any number of hands through all kinds of Engineer personal drama, but it's funny how I don't handle my own so well... and I'm not sure this is even a blip on the drama radar by comparison.
I went back to my room and paged him after Diz confronted me. He didn't answer. I called again later and said that if he wanted, he could just come over to talk about it. I realize I sounded a little pathetic.
At about 2000, I gave up and figured I'd do my usual nightly regimen... sonic shower, change into pajamas, get into a book... the ball is in his court at this point.
He finally called and said he'd been stuck at work. There is a lot of that going around: someone came back to the ship with a bug that's been quickly making its rounds through the departments, it's already hit Engineering.
I'd like to be able to say that we had a nice conversation, but (thankfully) we didn't. It just never happened. Which perhaps is for the best. In real life, these conversations get so weird.
Thankfully, he didn't seem to care (for the moment) how it went before.
At about 2200, my door chimed. I wasn't anywhere near falling asleep, anyway. It's not like it's the first time I've greeted him at the door in my bunny pajamas.
Which he didn't seem to notice beyond fumbling to get me out of them.
He was responsive and took feedback, which surprised me the night before and I can't say I ever expected, and I was able to direct his biting away from anything that would show above my uniform collar.
He ended up staying over. We didn't discuss that, it just happened. I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up to a delightfully spontaneous rematch at around 0500. He left a little early to get ready for his shift. The only thing he tried to pin me down for this time, was to try to get me to eat with him, but I wanted to stay in bed and sleep a little longer.
I'm afraid he didn't sleep well, and complicating matters is the fact that Elvis thinks that antennae are cat toys. He insisted that he slept enough, though. Which was the sum total of our conversation, aside from his attempt to talk me into breakfast plans.
If this is to happen again, then I think I'll be going to his quarters next time. If it is to happen again. We didn't discuss that. It's probably for the best that we don't, for now.
Things like this are probably better when you don't talk about it. Or think too much. Or have to think or talk very much.
The only thing I'm going to say before the post-orgasmic hormones finally wear off and I catch up on my sleep and I'm a nervous wreck again, is that at if it were to happen again, it can't be tomorrow. Absolutely not. I can't do this two days in a row... I miss too much sleep. And I'm used to having the mornings to myself. I will need to figure out what my boundaries are about this, and stick with them.
I don't know what this is, but that's fine. I'm not ready to know what this is just yet. How to handle a rematch is probably further ahead than I should be thinking.
Stay smart, Noelle. Pace yourself.
I went back to my room and paged him after Diz confronted me. He didn't answer. I called again later and said that if he wanted, he could just come over to talk about it. I realize I sounded a little pathetic.
At about 2000, I gave up and figured I'd do my usual nightly regimen... sonic shower, change into pajamas, get into a book... the ball is in his court at this point.
He finally called and said he'd been stuck at work. There is a lot of that going around: someone came back to the ship with a bug that's been quickly making its rounds through the departments, it's already hit Engineering.
I'd like to be able to say that we had a nice conversation, but (thankfully) we didn't. It just never happened. Which perhaps is for the best. In real life, these conversations get so weird.
Thankfully, he didn't seem to care (for the moment) how it went before.
At about 2200, my door chimed. I wasn't anywhere near falling asleep, anyway. It's not like it's the first time I've greeted him at the door in my bunny pajamas.
Which he didn't seem to notice beyond fumbling to get me out of them.
He was responsive and took feedback, which surprised me the night before and I can't say I ever expected, and I was able to direct his biting away from anything that would show above my uniform collar.
He ended up staying over. We didn't discuss that, it just happened. I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up to a delightfully spontaneous rematch at around 0500. He left a little early to get ready for his shift. The only thing he tried to pin me down for this time, was to try to get me to eat with him, but I wanted to stay in bed and sleep a little longer.
I'm afraid he didn't sleep well, and complicating matters is the fact that Elvis thinks that antennae are cat toys. He insisted that he slept enough, though. Which was the sum total of our conversation, aside from his attempt to talk me into breakfast plans.
If this is to happen again, then I think I'll be going to his quarters next time. If it is to happen again. We didn't discuss that. It's probably for the best that we don't, for now.
Things like this are probably better when you don't talk about it. Or think too much. Or have to think or talk very much.
The only thing I'm going to say before the post-orgasmic hormones finally wear off and I catch up on my sleep and I'm a nervous wreck again, is that at if it were to happen again, it can't be tomorrow. Absolutely not. I can't do this two days in a row... I miss too much sleep. And I'm used to having the mornings to myself. I will need to figure out what my boundaries are about this, and stick with them.
I don't know what this is, but that's fine. I'm not ready to know what this is just yet. How to handle a rematch is probably further ahead than I should be thinking.
Stay smart, Noelle. Pace yourself.