=/\= The Start of a Log… you know, the beginning bit… where you begin… oh well if you haven’t got it yet, I doubt my explaining it will help! =/\=
Chloe stood in front of her locker, taking off her helmet. Her hair was stuck to her head and face in odd positions from the helmet. Tossing the helmet into her locker, it rolled out. She didn't care much at the moment. Taking off her outter uniform flightsuit, she hung that up a little more neat inside her locker before she put her helmet on the proper shelf.
She took a deep breath, letting out a sigh. She was one of the last people in the lockerarea, she was going in a very slow motion at the moment, not really feeling like to move much faster.
Richard left the briefing room, having given the company CO’s of 2nd Battalion 24 hours to prepare for departure. Richard himself had 24 hours to get ready, and made his way to the quarters he was sharing with Chloe. His equipment bag hadn’t actually been unpacked, but it was worth checking his weapons, stripping them down and maintaining them. It was something of a pre-mission tradition of his.
Finishing what she needed to do, she headed to her quarters... or the quarters she shared with Richard. Making her way down a hall, threw a turbolift, and down anthor hall, she finally reached their quarters. Entering, she saw that Richard was already there. "Evening, Love..." She said with a smile on her face.
Richard was sat in the front room, an M16A2 stripped down on the coffee table, as he stood there, cleaning the firing mechanism. He looked up when Chloe arrived, and smiled. “Evening my sweet.”
"Your getting ready to go on a mission yourself, aren't you?" She said, looking from the rifle, to him, some disappointment on her face.
“Indeed I am.” Richard said. “I’ll be leading Operation Valkrye myself.”
"What happened to playing it safe and being a general?" She asked as she moved farther into their quarters. She went to the replicator, turning to look at him. "Do you want anything love?"
“A cold coke, please.” He said, and turned his attention back to his rifle. “You know as well as I do that I can’t be content to sit back here and watch the casualty reports coming in. I have to be in the thick of it.”
"I will never forgive you if you come in on one of those casualty reports, Richard." She said, hope that he never would in the tone of her voice. "Computer- one cold glass of -coke- and..." She paused a moment to choose what she wanted, "And a glass of marlot." She asked, wanting that, even if she knew it was only replicated.
“Alcohol?” Richard asked, his head shooting up.
"Shhhh..." She said as she set his coke down in front of him. "Soon Im going to completely stop." Chloe wanted to enjoy some of the time before she was going to completely stop drinking alcohol for some time.
Richard eyed her carefully. “You and I both know that you and alcohol do not mix.” He sighed. “I fear that Harper’s picked up your old habit, something bad has happened to him, but he wont’ tell me. But he’s been necking the Romulan ale found aboard station like its water rations.”
She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She set the full glass back into the replicator. "Computer- a glass of cranberry juice." It wasn't what she was craving, but it would help. Taking the new drink, she went to sit down next to him. "It helps when you don't want to open up to others." She said, knowing out of experience. "And he will get over it, I did. I just need reminders sometimes."
Richard put his arm around Chloe’s shoulders and pulled her close to him. “You know I care deeply about you and for you.” He said. “I just don’t want you to start drinking again, just because I’m going into combat.”
"I promise you I won't." She told him, nuzzling her face into the side of his neck. "Im just hoping that soon I won't be able to." This was something he knew she wanted.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, looking at her.
"When we decide it's time to have the child I want, Im not going to go anywhere near it. Not before or during the time I carry." She told him, relishing the thought in her mind.
“You still want a child with me?” He asked, somewhat amused. “And ruin that fantastic figure of yours?”
"I want *your* child Richard." She said, amused that he thought the idea had worn off her.
“You want Sarah?” He asked, teasingly. “You’ve not even met her!”
"I want a child from the both of us. One thats completely mine." Since their relationship had become very steady, she had started to have a strong urge to have a child of her own. His desire for marriage first kept her at bay for the time being, but soon as that was put to process, she wanted a child from him. "I want to have the trouble of carrying it, birthing it. Having it be from me."
“And you’re happy to give up your career to bring up this child?” He asked, concerned.
"I will deal with that when it comes up." She told him, moving her face from his neck to look at him.
“You’re absolutely sure you want a child with a man who is old enough to be your own father.” He said, deadpan.
"Richard, we've been over this before. Not in the sence of me wanting a child from you, but when we first got involved. You know that doesn't matter to me." Her hand softly went to his cheek, reassuring him.
“I just feel that I’m stealing your youth.” He said, looking into her eyes. He could not deny his love for her, and looking longingly into her deep blue eyes, he knew she was right, as he could see the love pouring back at him. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
She returned the kiss softly. "This is something I *need* to do when Im young, Richard. You know it will only get harder for me as I get older."
He nodded at her, and took her hand in his. “To that end, I left some of my… you know… with sickbay on Unity. If anything should happen to me, I want you to use it.”
"But nothing *is* going to happen to you." She told him, wrapping her arms around him tight. With his words, she knew that he realized how important to her it was to have his child. It wasn't just a child that she wanted, but it was his.
“Well, I’ve managed this long without dying. I figure I might make it through, but you had to know I made provisions…” He said.
"If that's what it would take to have your child, but surely you know I would like to conciece in a more .... traditional.... manner." her tone, as well as the expression on her face was obvious.
“I’m certain you’d enjoy it more, in any case.” He said, smiling at her.
"I don't think they would leave me feeling completely satasifed at the end...." She said with a soft laugh.
“Well, I’m glad I satisfy you.” He said, smirking.
"Now there's a good reason for my youth and your experience..." She said, amused that their conversation had left from being serious.
“Well, I can’t deny that age does have its advantages in the bedroom.” He chuckled.
Kissing his lips, she set her glass of cranberry juice down on the coffee table. Both of her hands then went to rest on his chest.
Richard put his own drink down, and wrapped his arms around Chloe, and a thought ran through his mind as he did. Age had its advantages on the sofa too…
=/\= Ending Now because what happens next is not for sensitive eyes…. *looks at DK* =/\=
MGen. Richard Sharpe
CO
1st MEF
2Lt. Chloe Merau
Pilot
501st Air Group, 1st MEF
