Getting Sleepy

Posted on Mon Apr 26th, 2021 @ 12:22am by Captain David Tonelly [Reece]

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: USS Elysium, Marine County, Corporal Tonelly's quarters
Timeline: (Immediately before "Rip Van El-Aurian"
808 words - 1.6 OF Standard Post Measure

As David ran his laps on the track down in the Marine gymnasium, he could feel his body changing. He slowed to a walk, trying to catch his breath. There was no mistaking it.

It was time to prepare for his rasstala.

It was early, by at least two weeks! As he continued to walk the track, trying to cool down from his run, he thought about why. Then he knew. He had had two very stressfull events recently. The first was the disasterous away mission to Quell'ish. And the second, when Baeryn attempted to sever their bond. Both had out incredible strain on his body. Clearly, it had decided that it had had enough trauma and needed to repair itself.

After he returned to his quarters, he took a quick shower, then sat down at his desk and started to put in the reqests for time off and other notifications.

After getting clearence from his platoon leader, he composed a message, describing exactly what was anout to happen to his body and what he would need afterwards. This, he sent off to Commander Sthilg, in sickbay. Looking at his scars, he knew it would seem like an odd request. It had been with every doctor he had had except those of his own species. The rasstala would remove his scars when it rebuilt his body. He wanted them to be reapplied after he woke back up.

The next message he wrote was to Baeryn. Ah, Baeryn! Even just thinking about her made his face brighten. He was so glad that they had found each other. His own body felt different know that they were bonded. Of course, they still had a ways to go before the bond was completely unbreakable. She needed help, healing from her own personal injuries, before they could strengthen their connection. Hopefully, with what he was about to ask her, it would go a long way towards that goal.

Once the messages were sent, he sat back and began to reflect on how far rheir relationship had come in such a short time. When they had met during the Quell'ish mission, he had felt something, but, thought it was merely an attraction towards a beautiful woman. He had certainly had many examples pf thpse over the past four hundred years. It wasn't until she had come to his quarters that fateful evening, and they had....well, they had.

That was when he had finally seen what had attracted himself to her. She, even as an Outworlder, was the other have of his heart and soul. It had taken them so long to find each other, and, while he knew that their time together would be short, it would be glorious!

He chuckled to himself, thinking of the wonderfully delicous amount of sex they had been having. From experience, he knew that part of it was her Betazoid half. The women of that world were some of the friskiest that he had ever encountered. He hoped he had the stamina to keep up with her. He knew that there was no doubt that what he felt for her was not just lust, but love. If it took his dying breath, he would be the best bondmate for Baeryn Whavi that he could be.

His terminal beeping brought him out of his thoughts. Looking down at the screen, he saw that both of the messages he had sent out had been recieved and answered. That done, he began to get himself ready.

Opening a drawer under his bunk, he pulled out a small bedroll. It was the Dratoa, a ceremonial device that he had constructed before his first rasstala, back when he was thirty. It was one of the only original items that he still possessed from the world of his birth. Rolling it out on his cot, he checked it meticulously for any damage or wear. Finding none, thankfully, he rolled it back up and slid it back into its pouch.

That done, he went back to his desk terminal and began to imout commands for items that he would later replicate in Baeryn's quarters. They were things that je hoped she would have no issue holding for him. Though they were bonded, he was still an enlisted Marine. His place was here. As Chief of Operations, hers was there. He didn't see a way that they could luve together, in the same quarters. At least, not at the moment. Perhaps, when he was promoted higher, it might work.

For now, they would gave to find solace wirh each other when their duties allowed it. He hoped that there would be a ship-wide shoreleave in the near future. Then, they would be with each other nonstop. The rhought of that time made David smile a hungry, yet very happy, smile.

Hopefully soon...