[ he’s subtle about it, that glance he gives her legs. so subtle that caitlin only catches it when his eyes return to hers. she does make a point to show off her legs regularly, her wardrobe a mix of dresses, skirts, and high heels. the occasional pair of stockings, sure, but she likes bare skin as well.
she raises her eyebrows as he answers, her glass raised to her mouth. how did she miss this man for six months? well, she has a reasonable idea, but still. usually she keeps up with at least seeing the newcomers. ]
Mmm. I can’t say the same. [ cait flashes him a small, sheepish smile. ] I was not at all versed in… [ she makes a vague gesture with her hands, careful of her glass. ] Everything this place can entail. It was very eye-opening.
[ He wouldn't be turned off if she were being coy but diffidence is especially becoming on her. Perhaps she was plucked from a soft, naive place, like the Federation. (Though perhaps, like the Federation, it's merely hiding its teeth.)
That's one thing he's come to appreciate about that world and the people from ones like it. Their range of nerve. Provided they're not making it too easy to manipulate, it can be thrilling to explore. There are no modest Imperials. Only modest servants, and he has no inclination towards the broken. Not even the disgraced of his own species. He likes a lover with a backbone.
A woman with a measure of pride, which it's her prerogative to wield or to suppress. ]
Well you certainly seem to know what you're about now. [ He tips his glass to her in an informal toast before drinking, relieving her of his attention as he does. ]
[ if only he knew what it took to come to know herself like she does now. the things she’s done, that have been done to her. while some of the happenings in the city are light-hearted and fun and silly in a way, there are also its darker shades. submissives quickly learn their value, or seeming lack thereof, and how a contract can be the best shield they have. how, if you cross a dominant, you can be left to their ‘tender mercies’ with zero protection.
thankfully, she hasn’t put herself in a situation like that in a long while. everything she subjects herself to are actions that she willingly, intentionally enter into. or under the influence of something she’s chosen to consume.
this scenario that she (accidentally) proposed to lorca is one she’s approaching with open eyes. she lifts her glass, mirroring him, taking a healthy swallow. the alcohol burns going down. ]
That I do. Some surprising things that I don’t think I would have ever figured out back home. [ at least, not the way her life was going and what barry told her. ] Have you learned anything about yourself being here?
[ Everything he's learned has been about his peers. How quickly Starfleet's precious values fall to the wayside when court martials are no longer an issue. Fraternization, infidelity, Christine's pretty little death wish. Landry's savagery wasn't an outlier; there are as many of her kind in the Federation as there are straight-laced Katrina Cornwells. Self-aware or otherwise.
Nonetheless, Lorca affects some thoughtfulness. ] If I ever needed confirmation that I don't fit in well to civilian life, I've more than gotten it. Command's going to have to force me into retirement, if the war doesn't take care of it for them.
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she raises her eyebrows as he answers, her glass raised to her mouth. how did she miss this man for six months? well, she has a reasonable idea, but still. usually she keeps up with at least seeing the newcomers. ]
Mmm. I can’t say the same. [ cait flashes him a small, sheepish smile. ] I was not at all versed in… [ she makes a vague gesture with her hands, careful of her glass. ] Everything this place can entail. It was very eye-opening.
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That's one thing he's come to appreciate about that world and the people from ones like it. Their range of nerve. Provided they're not making it too easy to manipulate, it can be thrilling to explore. There are no modest Imperials. Only modest servants, and he has no inclination towards the broken. Not even the disgraced of his own species. He likes a lover with a backbone.
A woman with a measure of pride, which it's her prerogative to wield or to suppress. ]
Well you certainly seem to know what you're about now. [ He tips his glass to her in an informal toast before drinking, relieving her of his attention as he does. ]
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thankfully, she hasn’t put herself in a situation like that in a long while. everything she subjects herself to are actions that she willingly, intentionally enter into. or under the influence of something she’s chosen to consume.
this scenario that she (accidentally) proposed to lorca is one she’s approaching with open eyes. she lifts her glass, mirroring him, taking a healthy swallow. the alcohol burns going down. ]
That I do. Some surprising things that I don’t think I would have ever figured out back home. [ at least, not the way her life was going and what barry told her. ] Have you learned anything about yourself being here?
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Nonetheless, Lorca affects some thoughtfulness. ] If I ever needed confirmation that I don't fit in well to civilian life, I've more than gotten it. Command's going to have to force me into retirement, if the war doesn't take care of it for them.