Nobody:
Me: Remember when Pat's shirt said "I'd rather hunt with Dick Cheney than ride with Ted Kennedy"?
Our Skyy 2, let Pat wear normal shirts. He can keep the Baseball Mom and Tim Horton's, but Minoru already hurt me with his New England Patriots shirt, so let's keep the personal attacks to the minimum.
Please & Thanks.
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❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ ( from Captain Daigo ! )
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The question was purely rhetorical - that much was evident even in how Daigo had offered his counselor one of his very private but boyish grins, teeth flashing in a way that promised benign mischief. He propped himself better on the bed next, folding an arm to keep his torso angled to admire Melissa and using the free hand to scratch at his chin idly, face suddenly pensive almost as if he was elaborating an assessment on her look.
"Well - it appears to have your name on the back," Melissa chuckled, and then twirled around for emphasis, both hands pointing to the symbols that she assumed meant 'Dojima'. Japanese was not one of the languages she knew from Earth, and the fact that the alphabet was different made it more challenging. The universal translators could work for speech and computer files, but that shirt was a bit of a mystery for the Inadian.
In addition to the name, there was a big number too (a three - which Melissa had supposed to allude to his birthday, although she wasn't too sure). The shirt in itself was huge - enough to leave the female almost swimming in fabric when she sat down, but apparently it was a trademark thing of that type of ancient sportswear from Earth. The hem reached the middle of her thighs and the sleeves were loose over the elbows, covering the essential of her anatomy if anyone entered the captain's quarters.
(Not that it would do any of them a lot of good with Daigo visibly naked under the covers and his counselor wearing something from his personal wardrobe, of course.)
"I'm sure I'm missing a few accessories to play, though. I've looked it up before - this used to be popular in your home country in Earth, right? Baseball?" Melissa queried while sitting down at the edge of the bed, and her proximity removed the false look of contemplation from the captain's face. Probably because the idea of having the ship's counselor on one of these ancient fields chasing after a ball was incredibly funny - as well as something not within her skill set; the last tournament held among the crew to emulate some sort of Olympic competition had proved that Melissa was not particularly gifted with team play.
Daigo chuckled, pulling her closer - his arm wrapping around the telepath's midsection achieved that easily enough, particularly when all Melissa did in protest was to giggle and allow herself to be dragged back to his side. Once more laying in bed, the woman received the kiss offered by the captain with a satisfied humming, her own hands moving to bury themselves in Daigo's hair and unconsciously shifting over the mattress to give him room to maneuver and place himself over her again.
"I can show you an old match one of these days," Daigo murmured against her skin, his lips drifting closer to the ear as he spoke and seemingly uncaring for how the bedsheets were slipping from his figure and leaving very little to hide the fact that he had quite enjoyed the sight of Melissa in something of his, "But maybe you should be wearing something different otherwise I may not be able to concen-"
'Bridge to captain.'
The familiar sound of the ship's communication system being activated and the voice of Kasek echoing these simple words had Daigo groaning next, deliberately hiding his face in the crook of Melissa's neck. The Inadian laughed, arms holding him gently before offering a pat over his head in a very typical gesture of consolation, but keeping quiet - the last thing people on the bridge needed was more confirmation that his free time was being spent in bed, with their counselor.
"Daigo speaking," he responded, but doing an impressive effort to sound neutral and professional while raising his head. Melissa could have teased him further - but instead, she behaved. A hand caressed the captain's face softly, combing some of his head into place as Kasek further elaborated on the message.
'We have picked up a distress signal, captain. It appears to be coming from an inhabited moon of Mondor IV. It may be a stranded ship, sir.'
"Right. Yeah. On my way - Daigo out," the captain confirmed and disconnected, eyes returning to the face of the Inadian on his bed with a look of regret that was too endearing to be ignored. Melissa moved to kiss him - a deep, passionate one, but also a gesture that meant a temporary goodbye. Duty called - they both understood that perfectly.
"Go change, elskede. I will do the same and we can pick this up later when you're free. I only have appointments until 7pm," the therapist elaborated, and he nodded, moving away but not before allowing his thumb to trace Melissa's jaw, pausing right underneath her lips to offer her a smile that was just sincere and serene - a sight that always made her feel incredibly special. So very few were awarded a window to his soul - the Inadian was happy to see it so frequently.
"Baseball night it is, then."
"I can't wait to learn more about it," Melissa responded, and a sweet, short kiss ended their contact. The captain moved into the adjoining bathroom and the telepath sat up, looking for her own clothes and making an effort to look presentable enough for the walk from his room to her own - but not without her heart fluttering in the chest and noticing that she was eager to learn more about him and everything that was important to Daigo.
Not the best sign for one in charge of counseling, but definitely a commendable trait for a girlfriend.
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