=== Co-authored with Kit Frost ===
“Now now, Chief, you can't be playing with the subordinates,” Kit said, and Damian chuckled at it, before settling into the behind-the-seat hug. As he looked deep into her dark eyes, a trait of hers that he absolutely loved, framed by strands of silver hair, Cutesuki closed the distance. He closed his eyes as their lips touched in their odd, but romantic, upside down kiss. It was nice. It was wonderful. It made him want more.
“You know, I could help.”
“You could?” his words were half-question and half-statement, with the grin to match the intention.
Watching as she made her own space, Damian’s eyes were less on the movement, and more on the goods. The assets. When she looked back over at him, he didn’t try to hide it, but did meet with her gaze. And when they locked eyes, it felt like their connection was deep, despite it being a relatively young relationship. Whatever it was between them, it was almost as though the Universe had conspired to put them together. Like solving a puzzle, they were two pieces that fit together perfectly. They were electric. And it was the most open he’d ever been with someone, ever, bar none.
“Maybe you just need to take your mind off of it. Do something else for a little bit. Hang out with yours truly. Watch a movie with that hot silver headed chick. Eat dinner with that tattooed girl you're always with. You know, things.”
Damian raised an eyebrow up, a rather large impish smirk squeaking out from the corners of his lips.
"I would certainly welcome some of your, expertise..." he stood up from his chair, and moved over to the little corner of his desk that Kit had claimed for her own.
“…what do you have in mind?” his hands reached out to her, one landing on a shoulder, the other gently caressing her face.
“Wellllll…” she said, but there wasn’t time for her to say anything more. His lips met hers again, this time with much more fervour; like he had been starved of her. It was when Kit returned the kiss, pulling him in by his uniform, that was the point of no return for him.
“Computer, lock door and silence chimes…”
== fade to black ==
=== Day One, USS Artemis Delta Quadrant Cruise - Chief of Security Quarters===
The entire day had been spent building up to the evening. Coleman had managed to square away his duty shift with one of his minions, creating a gap where he could make preparations. Even though he normally kept an extraordinarily clean abode, Damian had decided to do another big clean. While others might consider it a chore, he enjoyed it. The sense of having a clean, safe space was all the reward that he needed to accomplish the task. Not only that, but now that Kit was staying with him on the regular, keeping the place clean was even more important…
== flashback ==
"I've... never had something so strong as I've had with you," Damian started, his fingers flowing through the silver locks of the woman laying with him, blankets covering them, "…the only thing that comes close is my first love; the one that hurt the most to lose. But with you there is something different. There are the same, strong feelings... but there is this underlying connection that is more comforting than it is terrifying..."
Damian paused for a moment, his hand freezing as he considered his words,
"…I guess, well, I feel like it is something I need to explore. I've never had a chance with someone that just gets me. I mean, you don't necessarily know me completely, at least not yet. But the vibe you give is that you desperately want to. I've never encountered that. And it makes me want to get to know you just that much more,” his heart added an extra beat, and he a surge of warmth crawl up his body.
"I want to know you. All about you, and how you feel. I love..." Kit paused, “…the way we are around each other. I can't get enough. I don't want enough. And this, right now, talking and being together. Softly, gently, appreciatingly, it's... special to me. I miss you when you're not around. I long for you at night, not just your body... you're presence."
Damian gave a sidelong glance at her. The long pause between ‘love’ and ‘the way we are’ made him smile. He hadn’t realized just how deeply Kit had been into him, and part of his brain then realized how deeply into her he had become.
“We’ve got time, to find one another. To spend those moments with each other. I mean, we spend enough time together already, I might as well open up my Quarters to you too…”
Kit’s eyes widened and stared at him before replying,
“What... does that entail actually? Because I've never been just... allowed like that so... can you explain what… what that means? I can... sleep here? Eat here? Spend my time here? Any time? Or, just like, when we plan for it?" there was hope and excitement in her eyes, and it made Damian smile even more.
"Well, I mean... huh, you know, I never really thought of it so specifically before. But yeah. Sleep, eat, spend time here, even when I’m not around. Maybe pack some extra clothes; casual stuff for lounging, a uniform in case you get called to duty, something fancy for a dinner date. Maybe some other articles of clothing too,” he winked and grinned his bright smile.
“Sorry I'm asking so many questions,” Kit said, and he held her tightly to him in response, “the last relationship I had was one of convenience in the Academy and it was never… like this. I never felt with him the way I do with you and... I want... more," she admitted before leaning up to lay a soft kiss against his jawline.
"You know I’ll be staying more than going with you, if you truly allow this. I'm not clingy or needy, but the nightmares are constant, and... it means more time with us, off duty without the prying eyes of everyone being judgmental."
He nodded, and then planted a sweet kiss on her forehead, while his hands reassuringly caressed her,
"You are welcome to stay more than go. There is nothing that I can think of that would be as sweet as seeing you in one of my hoodies, all curled up on the couch, as I walk in from a duty shift," he grinned "or maybe, lounging in something else…”
== /flashback ==
There was a large, oafish sort of smirk on his face as the music he was playing snapped him out of his memory. Moving from the replicator to the table, he placed the rather large dish onto the table. They had talked, a long while ago, about having pizza. However, Damian had wanted to do something a little different for his Cutesuki. It wasn’t an original recipe in the grand scheme of things, but it was for him, as he had never thought of doing it before. Fortunately, the replicator had several iterations of ‘sushi pizza’ in the database, and all Coleman had to do was pick one.
Moving from the dining room table back to the replicator, he paused to double check his outfit for the night: a fitted, white, dress shirt made with a Royal Oxford fabric blend that gave it a noticeable and distinctive sheen and texture. The first three buttons from the top were undone, and Damian gave the opening a little tug. The pants were tailored to perfection, giving his backside a contour that he hoped might give Kit pause, while the shoes were the most ostentatious part of the outfit; glossy leather that ran between a deep crimson to black, and back again on a steep gradient, and were finished with bright red piping.
“Computer, dim lights,” he said, before punching in a series of commands into the replicator. The familiar whirr was reassuring, and the light played out around the room as the overhead lighting darkened substantially. A large grey with gold highlights ceramic carafe appeared atop a candle powered hot plate, along with two matching sake cups on a tray. Again, he made his way back to the table, setting the tray down next to a large vase that was filled with a variety of flowers, some for their color, others for their fragrance.
“That reminds me,” he said to himself, as Damian shuffle-stepped over to the bedroom. Carried over to the armoire, he opened it and rummaged through the various bottles of cologne that he had.
Something smooth and gentle, not overpowering, something that is just right… he searched for a few moments before settling on a bottle filled with a light green colored liquid. Turning, Damian sprayed the air out in front of him, and then he walked into the droplets hanging in the air.
Returning to the living room, he turned the chair so that it was facing toward the door and then dropped himself into it, letting his body find a comfortable lounging position. Closing his eyes, he tried to reach out to her. Their bond had created a connection, and if he put enough energy into his thoughts, Kit could read him throughout the ship.
~Tried to make supper…~ he fibbed, ~…so we might just have to replicate an old favorite or something. Don’t suppose you’ll be home soon, will you?~