1129: A Proposition, Part One

by Zander Blakeslee

-=Blakeslee Quarters, USS Serendipity=-

The door to the Blakeslee quarters slid open as Zander approached it. In one fluid motion he unzipped his duty coat and tossed it onto the reclining chair that sat in the corner of the room.

Samthia was in the small kitchenette area of the room and the familiar smell of fresh fruit and vegetables drifted to him as he approached. He came up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly, lifting her off of her feet. He kissed her neck gently.

“Smells good. What are we having?”

She laughed. “Nothing if you don’t put me down so the steak does not burn.”

Zander complied and lowered his wife down to the floor. “As you wish.” He do not however let loose his embrace.

“Thank you. We are having Porterhouse steaks and wild grain rice with fresh fruit salad.” She leaned back and kissed her husband.

“Oooohhh. Charred animal flesh.” He smiled. “Your spoiling me or buttering me up for something.”

Samthia turned back to the stove. “I am simply taking advantage of the ship being in orbit over Earth and the direct availability of fresh food.” She turned the steaks over. “Now let me finish.”

Zander glanced at the steaks cooking and looked back at the table that had been set for two. “No kids?” he asked.

“They are with Commander Blane,” she replied, as she moved to stir the rice.

Zander glanced back as he made his way to the table. “Commander Blane?”

“Yes. He has them for tonight. Camping in Yellowstone Park I believe.” She smiled at him as she walked to the table with a bowl of fresh bread that she placed in front of him. “Please open the wine, my One. It needs to breathe before serving.” She nodded to the bottle in the chiller on the table.

Zander nodded as he pulled the bottle of wine out of the chiller. It was from Samthia’s family's stock. This particular bottle was a rare and practically priceless bottle. Deltan wine is infused with the pheromones of the Deltans themselves, which when consumed by most other races acted as a type of aphrodisiac. When aged the potency increases; this bottle was over ten years old.

Zander whistled and raised his eyebrows as he surveyed the date. He grabbed the corkscrew from the table and began to work the cork free. “Well while I appreciate the notion of having the kids gone for the night, why would Commander Blane take them to Yellowstone? I mean, he does not strike me as a babysitter.”

Samthia returned to the table with a bowl of steaming rice and placed it on the table between the plates. “Oh, I guess you do not know that he has started a Natural Explorer’s club for the youth of the ship. I believe that Arie and Tam have also attended the excursion.” She turned on her heel and made her way back into the kitchette.

Zander laughed. “TC might be in over his head.”

Samthia returned with the steaks and placed one onto Zanders plate before returning to the kitchen with the empty skillet and coming back with the bowl of fruit. Zander poured the wine as she sat down.

He looked at the food laid out before them and then to his wife who while still in her uniform looked particularly ravishing to him this evening. He knew that he was already starting to feel the effects of the pheromones from the wine but that was only part of it, something else was going on.

“So, steak, a bottle of your best wine, ditched the kids for the night.” He grinned. “What do you want my love?” he asked, as he took a sip from his wine glass.

Samthia placed some rice onto her plate along with a scoop of fruit. “Can I not simply show my love for you by attending to your favorite things?” She asked through and light sly smile.

Zander shrugged as he cut his steak and popped the piece into his mouth. “Hummm, this is really good.” He cut another piece as he smiled to his wife. “You forgot, we are one and I can feel that you want something. You have for a while now.” He bite into the next piece that he cut off of his fork. “You have me at your mercy, just ask already.”

Samthia smiled and put down her fork and pushed away from the table. Zander put down his knife and fork and took another sip from his wine. Samthia stood and made her way to Zander who had pushed his own chair away from the table.

She slowly lowered her small frame into his lap and kissed him gently.

“Xander, my One...” she whispered softly.

“Yes?” Zander answered.

“I want you to give me…” She paused as she kissed him again.

Zander gulped as her close proximity and the effects of the wine began to combine into an irresistible force to his restraint. “Yes?” He asked again, his voice scratchy.

“…another child.” She completed, as she kissed him.

Few things in the world can pull a human male away from a Deltan female who has focused her attention to seducing him, except to asking for a child.

Zander was slightly taken aback by the request. While he really, really, did not want to ruin the inevitable conclusion of the current course of events his concerns got the best of him.

“Ummm, we have two boys now?” He whispered as Samthia kissed his neck.

“Yes, I wish another.” She responded matter of factly as she turned her attention to his earlobe.

“Ummm…There really isn’t, I mean this is not a good time for another child…” He gulped. “These are as big a room as we can get. Plus your, our, careers are going well.”

She stopped kissing his ear and propped herself up on her elbows using his chest as leverage. “Xander. I will resign my commission and return to Delta IV.” She stoked his cheek with her hand. “I wish you to be with me. I wish us to continue our family.”

Zander blinked he could sense her seriousness and determination. This was what she truly wanted.

“What about Starfleet, the Sera?” he asked.

Samthia smiled. “That is no longer my path. I feel it is time to mature to the next part of my life, our life. I wish more children.” She kissed his forehead. “Father is not getting any younger. He has no sons, you will inherit the Wej estate, and our sons after you.”

She eyed him reading his face. “You will always be a part of Starfleet, you will continue your ambassador duties.”

Zander looked away, turning his eyes to the stars beyond the protective transparent aluminum of the window. “What about my career.”

Samthia gently turned his face back to her. “You do not owe anything else to your father.”

“Of course, the choice is yours.” She added quietly. She leaned in close to him and kissed him gently. “It is also not one that you do not have to make this evening.”

She kissed him more passionately. “Let’s go to bed.”

LT. Commander Zander Blakeslee
Chief of Security/Tactical
USS Serendipity NCC-2012