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Déjà vu

Posted on Sun Mar 19th, 2017 @ 12:56pm by Lieutenant Kevan Dash & Captain Korra Ymir

Mission: Episode 3.5 - Welcome to Paradise
Location: USS Arcadia, Beta Antares Ship Yards
Timeline: Immediately following Taken - Part 1



[Previously in Taken - Part 1 "The Greater Good"]

. . . . . .

Kevan reacted without thinking too much, and Korra ended up stumbling into his arms. It was a strange, slightly awkward moment as he held her upright, his arms snaked around her body in a way that they had once before. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated with his words. Instead, he just said, "The Captain is secure. Stunned, but safe. Maybe I should get you to sickbay?"

His embrace felt good, and she would not have minded it at all except, of course, she had slept with him, regretted it, and told him so. But more important, she needed to make sure that Oliver was alright. He must have been taken to the sickbay, so that's where she need to be.

Grumbling, the Marine pushed the security chief to the side and headed for the door. "I know where the sickbay is."

. . . . . .



[Now]

She was barely into the corridor when he followed her. He wanted to grab her arm in protest but the last time he'd made contact with her like that he had ended-up on her floor with a couple of light bruises.

"Korra..." he called-out, giving pursuit. "I told you he's fine. I've got people with him."

"I don't trust your people." Retorted the Marine without pausing her steps. "If they were so good, the Captain wouldn't be in the sickbay in the first place."

"My people? The man I have on him is a marine scout sniper. That good enough for you?" Kevan responded, keeping pace slightly behind her. "Wait, I forgot, nothing's really that good enough for you, is it?"

Korra abruptly paused her steps. Turning around, she shot him a fierce look. Sarcastically she retorted. "Great. We have two would-be kidnappers, but I am the bad guy now?!"

"Does someone always have to be the bad guy in every situation?" he shot back at her. He stopped short, part of him not wanting to get too close having seen firsthand what she was capable of. "Look, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. If you don't care about that, fine, but I have a job to do here and so help me I will shove you in the brig for your own protection if you want to play it that way." He folded his arms. "And if you don't think I can't do that, remember that the Captain was just assaulted on his own ship. So I figure I have a pretty free hand as far as security goes right now."

Korra stepped closer to the security chief and looked him right in the eyes. "I want to see you try."

Her eyes were fierce with defiance and rage, and all the things he'd liked when he had looked into them a few nights previously. "Maybe I want to see you try not to bite my head off for a change. Unless you're afraid?"

The Marine pilot snorted at the suggestion of her cowardice. "I'm never afraid. And don't you test me." The man was insufferable, and he would back off if he knew what's good for him. Yet part of her liked it, being this close to him.

Kevan didn't back off. He was in no mood for her stubbornness. "This has nothing to do with the Captain. You're just afraid your buddies will find out about what happened between us and somehow you'll look weak!"

Taking another step forward, Korra completely closed the distance between them, her eyes burning with furor. "Call me weak again, and I'm gonna rip your arms off."

"Better that than ripping my clothes off, huh?" he challenged back, his face bare inches from hers.

The pilot grunted at the man's retort. Grabbing his arms, she threw him against the nearest bulkhead and pinned him down with her fore arms. "Who says I can't do both?" she said, her voice equally menacing and sensual.

Kevan was surprised for a moment, by Korra's words as much as by her pinning him to the wall so forcefully. Perhaps 'weak' wasn't the word to describe her at all. "It wouldn't look too tidy, arms and clothes everywhere," he said quietly. "Maybe you'd better pick one."

::Later::

With just a thin sheet covering her modesty, Korra looked at the man, then herself, and back at the man. What. Just. Happened? She felt the sudden urge to lash out at the Trill, but then she sighed. She was the one that made the choice, and she didn't even have the excuse of being half drunk like the first time. In truth, she liked it. Of course, that didn't mean she had to be the one to broach the fact the they were back in bed again, so, she just lay there, quietly and next to him. But if he started acting full of himself and wisecracking, there would be plenty of limbs to break.

He heard her sigh. It made him wonder what she was thinking, but not enough to break the silence at first. They'd gone from not talking to sharing her bed again in a matter of hours. For the second time, no less. A dozen things came into his mind at once: how he should remark on his own thoughts, or make a comment about his earlier challenge to her. When he finally opened his mouth to speak those thoughts didn't really matter.

"That was amazing," he simply murmured. No joke. No sarcasm. Just truth.

Korra resisted the urge to crack a smile at the comment. Of course, it was quite amazing, but he didn't need to know how much she liked it, or it might get into his head.

"It was OK." she said nonchalantly.

Kevan propped himself up on one arm, sliding his other hand over her bare shoulder. "You've got the worst poker face." He let the tips of his fingers trace down her arm. "And I seem to still be in possession of both of my arms."

Korra closed her eyes momentarily let out a quiet, but contented sigh as she felt a tingling sensation down her arm. It was nice. Really nice. Opening her eyes again, she looked into his. "Only because I let you keep them." Rolling over, she was again on top of him. With a smirk, she said, or rather commanded, "So why don't you put them into some good use, or I'll have to rip them off for being useless."

"Aye aye, Captain," he grinned, pulling her close again.

[OFF]



Captain Korra Ymir
Squadron Leader, VMFA-31
USS Arcadia NCC-89105
(NPC - Oliver)
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Lieutenant Kevan Dash
Chief of Security
USS Arcadia NCC-89105

 

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