Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Christine laughed at her. That wasn't very nice. "Christine, stop it, that's not very nice." Rien frowned the way she did almost everything - prettily. Bones had just grunted when he'd checked into Sickbay and she'd told him she was going to learn to shoot - he was distracted. Probably that Jim Kirk he'd been keeping in the iso room. Though the room was empty now. He'd stuck his hand in her panties in that room - she was a little wet thinking about it but that wouldn't work, she had to go meet Travis. "Now, seriously, the dress or the pants?"
Neither of them had many civvie outfits and Christine's lithe figure mean they couldn't really share clothes either. Rien was stuck with a dress her mother had given her graduation weekend (no no no don't think about it) or a pair of pants that were just a little bit tight for a casual night at the phaser range. Maybe. She didn't really know.
The knitting needles in Christine's hands never slowed as she considered the options. This pair of socks was for Kirk. "The pants. That way when he tries to touch your ass, you can shoot him more easily." Less tangle of fabric to deal with.
"Maybe I'll let him touch my ass. You don't know." Rien's face was mutinous. Though she didn't really want Travis to try to touch her ass anyway. Still, it was worth the risk.
His gun had a name. She didn't know it but she knew it did. Maybe he'd introduce them; that would help her remember.
Rien finished her hair and makeup, made a face at Christine, and then crept out of their shared quarters. She just had to mkae it to the phaser range and she would be okay.
Neither of them had many civvie outfits and Christine's lithe figure mean they couldn't really share clothes either. Rien was stuck with a dress her mother had given her graduation weekend (no no no don't think about it) or a pair of pants that were just a little bit tight for a casual night at the phaser range. Maybe. She didn't really know.
The knitting needles in Christine's hands never slowed as she considered the options. This pair of socks was for Kirk. "The pants. That way when he tries to touch your ass, you can shoot him more easily." Less tangle of fabric to deal with.
"Maybe I'll let him touch my ass. You don't know." Rien's face was mutinous. Though she didn't really want Travis to try to touch her ass anyway. Still, it was worth the risk.
His gun had a name. She didn't know it but she knew it did. Maybe he'd introduce them; that would help her remember.
Rien finished her hair and makeup, made a face at Christine, and then crept out of their shared quarters. She just had to mkae it to the phaser range and she would be okay.