#162 The After-Shifter

Posted on Fri Jan 27th, 2023 @ 1:05am by Lieutenant JG Jamie T. Kirk/AKA: "Jim" & Lieutenant JG Marcus Resch {Meji}

Mission: BUGS OH NO!!
Location: Main lounge
Timeline: current

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Kirk and Resch had left the Commodore's quarters together, and then stepped into the lift together. Both were happy with the end result of the meeting.

"You ready for all that responsibility, Marcus?" Kirk asked.

"Damn skippy," he replied, smiling. "We even get to sit next to each other. A bonus in my mind."

"Ugh," Kirk said, to mess with him. "I'm regretting saying yes now." She could not help it, she giggled as she looked over. "Hey, we'll be privy to all that Bridge talk. More people for the Commodore to yell at."

"I have yet to hear that woman yell." Resch replied. "This will take away from the yeoman duties, but I can still do some of them for her."

They stepped out of the lift on deck ten, heading for the lounge. "Get comfortable, first, then worry about that. She'll understand and there can always be another yeoman assigned. You're in the big leagues now, Ensign, so you gotta shine."

Walking into the lounge they decided to park their butts at the bar, getting settled in their high-backed stools and ordering their drinks. "I did forget to ask if the position came with a promotion."

"Give it time," said Kirk. "You're locked and loaded. Now is not the time for a misfire."

A lull in the conversation had them sipping and thinking to themselves, listening to the music in the background. Resch grabbed a public PADD and tapped in a few musical requests. Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum began to play, with both of them tapping a foot to it. "I have to ask, after seeing Green the way she was. Do you own a bikini?" He kept his face stoic as he asked but deep down he wanted to laugh out loud.

Kirk looked over with a pseudo-cynical expression, seeing his face trying to remain in poker mode but his eyes said that he was on the virtual edge of busting a gut. So, to match him she kept her own face as stoic as possible, knowing her own eyes would bely her true feelings. "Several, actually. My underwear collection would work well for one too."

That got them both giggling, and ordering more booze as they downed the first round. "Wait!" Kirk said suddenly, sitting up in her seat as her expression showed that she had just had an epiphany.

Resch, curious as to what she was thinking and reacting to her body language, had to ask. "What? Wait for what?"

"As the FC chief that means I can take the Conn. Hot damn, a Kirk in the command chair, once again." She smiled at that thought, even though she was not related to James Kirk at all.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be, ya know." Resch explained. "Lots of sitting and reading as there isn't much else to do."

"Pfft. That's because you chose NOT to sit in the center seat." He gave her a look as to how she knew that. Kirk went on. "I hear things and my spies are everywhere. When I get the duty it is center seat or nothing. Gotta see how my ass fits in the chair, for the bright future I envision for myself."

"I'm sure your seat will seat well, Jim," Resch responded. He had been interested in Jamie Kirk since he came aboard, but they had become close friends instead of lovers. It did not dampen his interest in an intimate get together now and then, though. And, she was a looker.

"Ro said there were naked people everywhere down below. Maybe we should take some shore leave and go find out," said Kirk, giving him a lustful expression. "If nothing else, we can get naked and run around."

That made him laugh. "Consider me signed on, Lieutenant. But, Alpha shift comes early and as supervisors, we need to be there first thing." He drank down his last swallow, set his glass aside and stood. Leaning in he gave her a kiss on the cheek, patted her shoulder, and then proceeded to exit the lounge.

Kirk watched his back as he left, her left hand coming up and touching her face where his lips had touched her skin. There was a tingle there which made her grin slightly. Maybe there wa something to Marcus Resch after all. Finishing her own drink Jim stood and followed his path out the door, headed for home.

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