Diversions - Part Three

Posted on Tue Dec 27th, 2022 @ 1:45pm by Captain Sarilla Antilles & Commander Caiden Desan

Mission: Mission 116: All Along the Watchtowers - Part One
Location: Various Locations - USS USS Endurance
Timeline: 1900Hrs, December 20th, 2393

Commander Caiden Desan came to a halt at the entrance to holodeck two. He knew that Sarilla was located within and he wanted to inform his spouse personally that dinner was ready. Desan felt strange collecting his spouse in this manner as if she was a but a child, but he knew that Sarilla was not the average woman and nor was she the type to spend her time frivolously. He tapped the button that he knew would send a request to his spouse. Desan would not violate his wife's privacy. If she didn't want her husband present, then she would at least tell him, right to his face. The doors opened as Desan entered the holosuite. Desan smiled as she admired the woodland setting present.

"Oh, I see what you're doing Sarilla," Desan commented aloud as he stepped forward. Walking down the path towards the sound of rushing water. Desan knew this was one of his wife's family's programs. Every member of the family had one as they often did this sort of mind-calming exercise. Desan also came here to have sex with his spouse when he was present. This program was what had resulted in all of their children coming along.

Desan found himself walking around a fifteen-foot waterfall. He found his spouse standing with one leg and foot curled up and her arms outstretched. Sarilla was also wearing a simple black one-piece bathing suit. It looked downright amazing on her.

Sarilla slowly smiled as she regarded her husband while he approached. She ceased her present stance as she pressed her fist into her hand before she bowed to her husband, still holding her hands together.

Desan repeated the gesture as he returned his wife's bow. "Sarilla. I wanted to let you know that dinner will be in ten minutes and I'm requesting your presence at the table," he commented with a gentle smile.

"Thanks, Caidan," Sarilla answered, a gentle smile on her face. "Computer, freeze program." and with that, the flow of water slowed to nothing. Desan smiled as he regarded his spouse. "Your control is improving," he commented. "Your ready," he commented.

"Discipline takes time to master," Sarilla commented. "Paul and Andrea both agree with me. Bradley doesn't enjoy standing around, clearing one's mind. Raelee doesn't either." Sarilla commented with a gentle smile on her lips. "But then Raelee and Bradley are both really too young for this sort of thing anyway." the Klingon woman commented.

"Either be bold or be boring." Desan reminded his spouse. "Our younger children tend to not enjoy getting soaked while trying to stand on one leg," he added for explanation. "They don't understand it so they hate it. What does not help is that they see it as boring." Desan suddenly grinned. "I guess that's why all the kids took after us in various ways. Have you ever seen a Deltan Klingon hybrid before?"

"I have." Sarilla grinned. "Our children. But before them, no... Were there ever any others?" she inquired.

"I dunno," Desan answered as he approached his spouse. "But all that said, you look intoxicatingly lovely."

Sarilla knew where this conversation was going and she was in no rush to get there. "Mmmm... I do love it when you talk to me like that." as she gave him an impish smile. "The waterfall also doubles as a bathing facility," she added with a wide grin. "Just in case you feel like hanging ten with me," she added.

"Perish the thought," Desan commented. "Do you think we have time?"

Sarilla grinned as she stepped into his embrace. "Mmm... Yes, we do," she commented.

Desan reached down as he peeled off his shorts and shirt while Sarilla dropped to her knees. She knew what to do.

A short time later. Sarilla grinned at her husband. "I love it when it's just the two of us and we can enjoy each other like this," she commented.

"I hear ya," Desan answered, a smile on his lips. He then picked up his wife's bag. He then handed it to Sarilla as he took a step back. This was Sarilla's domain and he made sure his spouse knew it. Sarilla smiled as she pulled out a large beach towel, which she had replicated for herself a week ago. She then draped it over her shoulders. "This kind of meditation helps me to think. To focus on what's important." Sarilla explained to her spouse. "I love it," she added. "It's what's allowed me to survive four pregnancies. Along with four overly demanding children, who I am certain= are all more intelligent, devious and cunning than I am."

"Nah. The kids will always be themselves." Desan answered. He watched as his wife stepped out of the water so she could dry and change. Many times they had also had sex here as well. Sarilla was sorely tempted to let her husband have his way with her here, with all of the various delights that the two had enjoyed together, time and time again. The bond Caidan shared with her was a potent one, he would be feeling what she felt and vice versa.

Sarilla dried off, and then she put away her swimwear and the towel. On went her underwear and then her uniform over it. She then slipped her boots on last. "Thanks for waiting for me," she commented, clearly not worried about being nude whatsoever.

"Always. You know that." Desan smiled. "We can always come back and we can enjoy ourselves later," he added.

Sarilla smiled. "Thanks."

Desan gently gave his spouse a quick hug. "Come on, honey. Your dinner and children are all waiting for you," he added. The two walked off down the hall in silence, content in each other's company.