It's a Date

Posted on 08 Nov 2012 @ 9:27am by Lieutenant Commander Pola Ni Dhuinn M.D. & Chief Warrant Officer 4 Cyrus Kiwosk

6,409 words; about a 32 minute read

Mission: Episode 02 - Resupply
Location: Vega Colony - Surface
Timeline: MD 04 2039 hours

ON:

Staring at the PADD in her hand, Pola recalled her conversation with Kohl yesterday. She knew she just needed the guts to send the message, but for the first time in her life she couldn't find them. She had found a reason to stay late in sickbay, she knew if she wasn't careful, the ACMO would find out and probable throw her out, he knew her reason for hiding but she still couldn't find the will to get up and go.

She knew she had all the reasons in the world, that headache which had been at her a number of days now was still there. Sometimes it peeked but other times it was...well it was just there. She wasn't sure about going for dinner, her appetite seemed to be next to nothing at the moment, causing her to just pick at food infront of her. Then there was....

Letting out a sigh of frustration, she firmly pushed a command on the PADD and before she knew what she'd done, the message had been sent. After a moment or two of staring dumbfounded at the display, she let out a groan as she thought she'd just look like an idiot now. The message had been plain and simple, Hey...I was wondering do you think you would be available tonight for that drink?

Cyrus threw another jab at the punching bag. It shook violently when his fist connected. He couldn't believe the difference in his shoulder after only the first treatment. He closed the distance and threw two elbows in rapid succession followed with a headbutt, before taking a step back. He walked over to a bench to wipe the sweat from his brow when he heard his PADD chirp. His hand hesitated before reaching for it. He hadn't heard anything all yesterday. Taking a breathe he grabbed the PADD.

Hey...I was wondering do you think you would be available tonight for that drink? Cyrus broke out into a large smile and wiped his face with the towel. He re read the message and chuckled. Always available for a drink. When and where? He figured she knew more about the area, and the drinking establishments more than he would.

With her head tilted back and her eyes closed, the sound of her PADD beeping almost had Pola fall out of her seat. Blinking she looked down at the sending name and couldn't prevent the smile which crossed her lips. Scanning through his response, she tried to think of a location. How about a place called Nostradamus, down town Vega Colony? An hour? The coordinates are... Pola turned to her terminal as she brought up the information she needed and inputting it into the message.

Pick you up in 40. See you soon. Cyrus shot back. He realized that if he was to be ready he had to get going and soon. As he walked by he gave the punching bag a quick pat, and flipped his towel over his shoulder, making his way back to his quarters.

He grabbed a quick shower, letting the sonic pulses clean his skin. He never really got used to the sonic showers. He always preferred water based ones. Nothing he could do about it though. He stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. so far he had been fortunate, no one had been assigned to his room...yet. Cyrus was almost positive that that would change during shore leave. He looked through his closet and picked out a Black T-shirt with a light blue tribal design and a set of dark blue jeans. He slipped them, only then noticing that his SFMC tattoo showed along his forearm.

His thoughts instantly drifted back to his older brother Osric. The news had shocked him, leaving him emotionless for months when heard about his death. It also solidified his desire to join the Marine Corps. If it wasn't for the pushing from his father to take the Security courses as well, he never would have had the chance to switch his career. The idea gave him a pang of guilt. He knew that he would eventually have to choose between the two fields, but for the moment he was happy flipping between the two.

His hair was flipped up, and opting not to shave, had a bit of stubble. He grabbed a pair of sneakers and a black leather jacket and made his way out of his quarters.

Looking at the response, Pola almost fell out of her chair in the panic to get to her quarters. She thought they'd meet there, not here. She couldn't even remember what state her quarters were in. Taking the journey at a run, she shouted some instructions to Eda on her way out, directing they where to call her if an emergency came up. The running itself caused a jerking in her still healing ankle which she ignored.

Trying to dodge the workmen, she reached her quarters in 10 minutes, two decks and she had the journey learned to a tee in the quickest route. Stripping out of her uniform, she dashed into her shower, forgetting that she'd left the water setting on until the first burst of water hit her in the face. For the first time in the last hour she found herself laughing as she spat out the water. Pola...get a grip. Laughing, the Doctor readjusted the water setting as she figured that no man ever expected a woman to be on time. If worse came to worst he could wait in her seating area, there was advantages to being senior crew, one being your quarters allowed you a separate living and sleeping area.

Quickly finishing her shower, the Doctor pulled on the first dress she put her hands on, pulling the midnight blue material over her head as the flared skirt hit her knees and the thin straps settled on her shoulders. Easily placing her feet in a pair of flat ballet shoes, she'd just pulled the towel from her hair as the chime on her door rang. With hairbrush in hand, she moved out to the door, along out the command for her doors to open before she reached the sitting area.

As the doors opened he saw the doctor brushing her hair in the lounge and whistled low, unable to take his eyes off both her eyes and the dress she was wearing. "I'm going to start, by saying you look amazing . He brought enough willpower upon himself to look around the room. The room was HUGE compared to his tiny living quarters.
"I'm then going to tell you how jealous I am of your living quarters." His eyes wondered back onto Pola and he couldn't help but look at how lovely she looked. He went to sit down in a nearby chair. "Take your time Doc, I just wanted to be early." He smiled at her, wondering if this was simply an outing, or something more.

Cyrus laughed at himself. there's probably some rule about dating superior officers somewhere...but she's so damn cute, that dress makes her stand out so much...and her hair...calm the hell down Cyrus! He rolled his shoulder unconsciously, more a habit then a way to relieve pain.

Pulling the brush through her hair, Pola brushed slightly at the compliment as she took in the man infront of her. She'd seen him shirtless...well kinda but now she could actually take him in properly. she could see his chest bulging through the t-shirt he wore with his jacket showing a brief outline of the muscles in his arms. Finally feeling that she had herself in check, she moved her eyes up to his face as she met his warm brown eyes. Funnilly, she started to realized that there was something in those eyes which attracted her to the man more then the body she kept seeing.

Smiling slightly, the Doctor kept her hands busy with trying to work out the tangles. "There's some perks to being a senior officer. I figure they offer this as they realizes if they didn't lure us in somehow, they'd never get people willing to work the hours we do and under go the pressure we encounter."

He chuckled and nodded. "I'd imagine, it must be how Starfleet suckers us all in." He looked around once more and clasped his hands on the back of his head. "Just the same, it's good to see there are some perks on being an officer." He sighed. "The shoulder feels amazing doc, you certainly work wonders. So this 'Nostradamus...sounds like quite the club..." He gazed over her once more, noticing the grace in how she brushed her hair, the way she had walked over to the couch. It was the total opposite in how she was in the med bay.

"You used to dance, didn't you?" He asked, practically blurted. "The way you hold yourself, you move with a grace that most people don't have."

As she had settled herself on the arm of the couch, Pola smiled at the comment, the first compliment which hasn't caused her to become flustered. "Well...I still do somewhat. I'd an injury over a week back which got redamaged during our last mission which has kept me away from dancing in that time." As she worked the last tangle loose, the Doctor put her brush down on the table before moving back into the bedroom to grab a wrap for over the dress, her commbadge and her charm bracelet.

"The place isn't clubby as such...it's more of a place for people to drink with a little bit of music if people should wish to dance....we can go somewhere more upbeat if you'd prefer?" Reentering with her commbadge affixed slightly to the side of her waist, her head was slightly bent as she tried to affix the bracelet to her wrist. "And sorry about the commbadge...CMO and one of the few Doctors onboard, I need to be on call 24/7 so I have to keep it with me to be in the safe side."


"Don't worry about it, The Nostradamus sounds great, and don't worry about your comm badge. " He held up his shirt for her to see the badge against his belt. "I doubt that they will call for me, but you never know." He pulled his shirt back down over his belt and smiled.

"Well if your foot gets too much for you I'll carry you back. Sounds good?" He winked and gave her a big smile.

Fumbling over her bracelet on the last comment, Pola pushed back the images that were invoked. She wasn't used to being drawn to a man in the way she was to Cyrus. Looking at him under her eyelashes, she smiled very softly as she left the bracelet down by the hairbrush. She knew if it was any other man, say like Jonathan, she would just be flirting back, this reaction she was completely unused to.

"Hopefully it won't get to that point but from what I've seen at least I know you'll be well up for the challenge." Where outwardly she smiled, inwardly Pola was kicking herself, feeling like an adolescent schoolgirl about to go on her first ever date. "Ready?"

"One sec." He walked over to where she had set the bracelet down and picked it. Sweeping in behind her he gently put his big arms around her waist and slid them up so he could better grasp her right arm. Gingerly he let his hand move up her arm until he felt her slender wrist. He snapped on the bracelet in a single, fluid motion and stepped back, smiling. "Saw that you wanted to put that on. Couldn't let something like that go. It looks good on you." Satisfied he held out his arm. "Shall we?"

Pola's eyes were still glued to her wrist where he'd touched her. Suddenly she realised what the phrase weak at the knees actually meant. As he stepped away, she found a feeling of regret build, already missing having him that close. The scent of him which had surrounded her, drifted away with him. Forcing herself to move, she picked back up her wrap as she shrugged it around her shoulders, gingerally she placed her hand against his arm before tilting her head back slightly and smiling up at him, "Sure." She knew she wasn't saying much but found that she couldn't think of much, their proximity and his arm under her arm seemed to overwhelm her.

She felt good against his arm as they walked out of the quarters. "Lead the way, I have no idea where I'm going." He stated smiling. "And while we are on our way, why doesn't the good doctor talk about herself a little."

Heading for the area that had been set aside to allow the crew access in and out of the ship, Pola figured that it was a nice enough night to allow they to walk, she found that even already she felt easy in his company. "Um....what's there to say?" Brushing a piece of hair from her eyes, she thought over what she wanted to say. "How about I tell you something random and you return the favour? Like..." Smiling suddenly, the Doctor briefly glanced up, "I'm fluent in the Irish language."

He chuckled and nodded. "That was a given. the accent is a dead giveaway." He laughed. "I dabble in cooking, learned from my uncle. He always said that cooking was a lost art." They turned a corner. He looked down at her on his arm. "I was born in British Columbia."

Concentrating on Cyrus' words, Pola realized that he'd a very low voice, not so much that she'd to strain to hear him but...blushing slightly she realized her thoughts where that his words were only spoken to her, for her to hear. "French? Well obviously your Canadian but your primary language is French isn't it?"

Cyrus smiled. "You're close, my native language is Russian, but I know German, French, oh and English...can't forget that one. Though the other three don't really do much when your dealing with the other races." A gust of wind blew past the couple and Cyrus made to hug Pola closer in order keep her warm. " I grew up with mix of Russian, German and English, I learned French when i stayed with my Uncle in Montreal."

"You're turn." He looked down to notice they were walking in step. For some reason that made him smile even more.

His moment in closer had taken her by surprise but she couldn't deny the she really enjoyed the sensation is brought with it. The heat radiating from his body and the strength she felt in his arm alone had her feeling....there was only one word she could think of, she felt safe. "Well you've already figured that I'm a dancer. My Grandmother thought me as a child." Smiling softly at the memories, Pola watched the ground that they walked along. "She though me waltzing and ballroom, from there I guess I branched out."

"you'll have to show me." Was all Cyrus could say. Pola was intriguing, the way her accent hinted at her background, the way she moved. He knew that he needed to get a drink in his hand before he started to say something stupid.

"I never really had a chance to learn dancing growing up, I do a mean two step though." He laughed as they made their way down the street.

"Instead, I learned martial arts. My older brother Osric, he first got me into it. He always got into fights with the biggest bullies in school, always looking out for the little guy, you know... I wanted to be just like him...I wanted to protect people, keep them safe, hell I never stopped wanting to." He took a breathe and blew it out his nose slowly. "It was that way of thinking that made him enroll into Starfleet." His voice grew tense and sad.

He cleared his voice loudly and looked at Pola. "We must be getting close I hope, can't drink you under the table outside, besides, now that I know you dance, I'm wanting to see for myself." He teased.

Pola had watched Cyrus as he talked about his brother. The change in the tone of his voice and the way his eyes seemed to almost darken to a deep hazel colour with emotion, it all had her instinctively tightening her hold on his arm, her thumb softly brushing across the material of his jacket, the only thing keeping her from his skin.

Finally managing to drag her sight away, she looked around her for the first time, scanning the fronts of the nightclubs and drinking establishments as she searched for their intended destination, finally pinpointing it in the distance and adjusting their steps. "Hum....if I manage to get some alcohol into you you might even join me. Sometimes martial arts and dancing are very similar, both require a discipline of your body to follow distinct movements or to ablib it and go about it yourself."

"I always thought so, else I'd have to say I have no idea what J'm doing on the dance floor." he joked. "I guess it's dance where you punch people." He laughed.

"You're grandmother got you into dancing did she? She must have been some woman. Mine always just wanted to show me the family sauerkraut tradition..." He chuckled.

The memory of her grandmother brought a sadness she usually managed to keep away. As the came up to the location of the pub, Pola smiled as she noticed a couple stumble out of the door. "Looks like we are abit late in joining the party...I guess first drinks are on me given I invited you."

Cyrus chuckled. "Looks like, lights weights." He replied. "And you can keep guessing Pola, I'm paying for tonight, I want you to have a great time and to relax. You leave the rest ti me." He smiled and gave her a soft one armed hug.

As they walked up he noticed a large bouncer standing near the entrance. Cyyrus pushed the door open to see the bar was much larger on this inside than outside. The place was full of people, many StarFleet members blowing off steam, but there was a large number of civilians near the bar and dance floor. The bar's wooden floors and dim lighting gave an ominous, yet warm atmosphere. The ceiling was high. The couple walked towards the bar, where he asked for all drinks to be on tab. "Go for it, whatever you want." He smiled.

The hug had disarmed her when she'd been prepared to argue over the drinks. As his scent overwhelmed her again, she'd closed her eyes for a millisecond before allowing him the lead. It'd been an extremely long time since she'd been treated by a guy, what could be the harm? There was a lot to celebrate. Already feeling relaxed by the company and atmosphere, Pola chewed the corner of her lip as she looked over the drinks choice. Running a hand through her hair, the Doctor again pulled it out of her face. "How about...a glass of bajorian spring wine? Leave the more adventurous till later."

"sounds good to me." He walked over to the bartender and ordered her glass of wine and a beer for himself, nothing fancy. As he turned around, both drinks in hand he motioned to a nearby table. He passed her her drink and pulled out her chair. "I don't think I've been to a place like this in a while." He said to her. "In fact I think the only time I had had off that I had enjoyed was my medical leave after the grenade." He chuckled and took a large sip of his drink. He took his jacket off and hung off the corner of the wooden chair and set his his arms on the table.

"You're doing well, you haven't blushed once since we got here." He teased.

Folding her legs under her chair, Pola played with the stem on her glass as she felt her cheeks flush. Taking a drink of her wine she wasn't certain how to answer that, choosing instead to concentrate on the tattoo now showing on his arm. "How is the shoulder? I'm sorry we haven't managed the second treatment yet, maybe we can get you in tomorrow now that R and R has started?"

"the shoulder really started to open up after that first treatment, I can't thank you enough." Cyrus tried not to laugh at her beginning to blush, he decided he'd keep the teasing to a minimum. "I have to say, I'm impressed at the difference after only one treatment. I'd love to come see you..." He chuckled at his slip trying to let on. "and that Regenerator." He added. He saw her glancing at his tattoo and held it out a little farther. The black outline of the Starfleet symbol stood clearly on his tanned skin. the Letters SFMC arched underneath it. "I got that shortly after graduating. Part peer pressure, part personal I guess." He looked at her and grinned mischievously. " When I started in Starfleet, I had always wanted to be a marine, it just felt natural to get this when I joined."

"Do you have any tattoos doc?"

Curling her fingers around her glass, Pola resisted the urge to reach out and trace the ink along his arm. Smiling with a slight twinkle in her eyes, the Doctor looked up at the man in front of her. "Just one...mine was the opposite end of the spectrum, done my first year at the academy, slight rebellious streak I still had in me at the time."

Cyrus took another sip of his drink, realizing that it was half empty. He was surprised, she was interesting, captivating and honest. He couldn't get enough out of her. "Congratulations on the promotion by the way. That was quite the list during the ceremony eh?" He avoided mentioning the Vorta, no sense souring a great night . He thought.

Taking a sip of wine, Pola found her smile widened as her fingertips started to tap the tabletop in time to the music they were hearing. The song was still low and mellow but had a slight beat which she was able to pick up. "Thank you. Took me by surprise in all honesty. The last mission..." Stopped, the Doctor realised as a senior officer and later acting XO she would be privy to more information than she should say. "We'll the last mission tested each one of us. We lost 12 people and got the ship back in one piece. The promotions were all well deserved." Smiling, she easily picked the beat back up with her fingertips.

He cursed himself the fool for forgetting she had been Second Officer. He noticed the hesitation and held a hand. "Don't worry about it, I don't know the info, but I've gotten enough of an idea that it's classified. Besides I'm an NCO, it's not my job to know what happened, and from they way everyone doesn't want to talk about it, I have a feeling Starfleet doesn't pay me enough to know what happened. " He smiled reassuringly. "Some things are better left unsaid anyways." He noticed his foot tapping to the beat of the music in the background. He looked into Pola's eyes and grinned.

He reached over to take her hand as he moved away from the chair, in a single gulp he downed the dregs of his beer and walked over to the doctor's side of the table. "I think it's time to see those dancing moves Ma'am ."

Taking the last sip from her glass, Pola allowed her wrap to drop to her chair as she tightened her hand in Cyrus'. With the lack of food, she felt slightly light headed as she smiled and followed him to the dance floor. "You really sure about this?" For the first time in nearly 2 weeks, Pola realised that she was really enjoying herself. Taking his other hand, she started to move her hips and shoulders intime to the beat as she watched to see how much Cyrus really knew.

Cyrus smiled, and gave Pola a soft spin. Feeling the beat of the music he showed her his elaborate two-step, laughing the whole time. "Told you I didn't know too much." He laughed. " think I may need another beer for this." He looked at her hips "Though I have to say, you're much better at this than I am."

Laughing Pola took Cyrus' hands and naturally placed them both on her hips, lying hers over his. Looking up she continued the movement of her hips as a twinkle entered her eye. "You just need to follow the beat and flow with the music. You study martial arts...think of your whole body as a weapon, one you have to twist and turn to each command but instead of it being for survival it's for pleasure...enjoyment."

He grinned. "I think I can manage that. " He let himself go a little more, moving with the beat of the music, letting her guide him through the first song, then the next, by the third song he had a groove, dancing with Pola in his arms. He pulled her closer, edging her closer with his hands, letting the flow of the music bring them closer until her hips were just touching his. His dancing became more smooth as the the song changed again, to a faster club music. Cyrus couldn't let go of Pola, didn't want to let go. He let his hands wander from her hips up and down her slender back.

He didn't want to stop, but as the music died he forced himself to stop. He looked at he, eyes wide and laughed. "I see why you like dancing so much. You..." It was his turn to have a dry-mouth. "I'm gong to get us another drink."

Pola's hands had moved during the songs, now resting against his back. She realised she hadn't enjoyed herself dancing with another man in a long time. With Jonathan it had been different, two friends but now...As she'd looked up at his laughter, she'd seen something which made her body go still. As quickly as it started it seemed to disappear leaving her with a feeling of almost regret.

Taking a step back, she found it difficult to break away from Cyrus' touch. The feel of his chest and back as they'd danced, how easily he'd fallen into step with her had all felt so right. Trailing her hand from his back to his arm, she felt his warm skin before he was able to interlace her fingers with his. Smiling almost shyly, she nodded her head. "I'm just going to..." The Doctor indicated her head towards the door for the bathroom.

Cyrus nodded. "Yeah, okay." He coughed. "I'm...uhh..." He realized he was he was babbling and chuckled. "Alright, I'll see you in a bit."

As she left, he made for the bar and immediately ordered another beer, a shot of rum and for her another glass of wine. He took the shot and let a breathe out of his nose. He hadn't had that much fun dancing with a woman in a long time. As he reflected, he realized that he never had danced like that at all with a woman. A sudden smile crept across his features as he thought about everything that had transpired. He took a sip of beer. the shot was working it's magic as he felt slightly light headed, but he was still relatively sober, having ingested only a small amount of alcohol for his size.

He took a deep breathe and turned around, putting both elbows on the bar as he tilted his head back in thought. She had literally taken all of 24 hours to completely captivate him. He found himself perplexed as to why he couldn't shake her. Normally he was calm, relaxed. Women weren't really high on the priority list because he was always out fighting. He never found anyone that he really wanted to see . with Pola it was different from the very start. She was personable, friendly and caring, and it was genuine. She had snuck around his defenses, assailed his senses, and he was loving every minute of it.

"I think I'll ask her to dinner..." He said to no one in particular. "I think she would like that."

Unaware of Cyrus' thoughts, Pola stood infront of the mirror as she looked at her reflection. Running her hands under the cool water, she splashed it up on her face as she tried to get the redness to calm down. She didnt even remember the last time a man had made her feel this way. She was usually on the ball, able to flirt as easily with a man as he would with her. So why did the man beyond those doors have the ability to wipe her mind, leaving behind a blundering, blushing idiot.

Grabbing some paper towels, she dried off her face and hands before raking her fingers through her hair. Straightening the bodice of her dress, she ran her hands over her sides as she tried to rein her confidence back in. She was a CMO, she'd responsibilities and people to look after. As she caught her eye back in the mirror she realised what he was doing to her. He'd gotten under her surface and was pulling the woman out..the person who hid behind her job. The revelation was enough to send her into shock, she didnt know how he'd done it but he had...Smiling to herself, she realised that she should just enjoy herself. Tonight was a night of celebration, what would be the harm in being someone else...what would be the harm in allowing Cyrus see what others didn't.

Straightening herself back up, Pola smiled softly to herself before running her hands back over the skirt of her dress. Throwing the towels into the replicator, she took one last look before walking back out, her eyes instantly finding Cyrus again as she moved back across to him.

He gave an informal two finger salute and held out the fresh glass of wine. "You might have kicked my ass at dancing, but I'll bet you've yet to prove you're irish!" He laughed again and met her eyes, seeing the warmth.

He didn't want to look away.

Laughing, Pola moved up to take the glass, moving in closer to Cyrus' side in an almost natural motion. "Well just so as we are on even grounds, next drink I had better upgrade to the cocktails. May as well do this by meeting you actual drink by drink." Indicating her drink of choice to the bar tender, Pola waited for Cyrus to order his before they took their current order back to the table. This time she took a seat beside him, turning it to easily look at him as they started to talk. As the hours passed, the drinks kept coming. The only break in the laughter they both took was to get back up and dance. With more alcohol their steps moved more fluid and easily, increasing the feeling both felt aswell as the laughter which they both shared.

The shout of last call and the turning on the lights were clear indications to Cyrus that the bar was closing. His head light, but pleasantly clear...ish. He draped an arm along her shoulders. "Well, I don't know what was more impressive, how much you drank, or the fact that you could still dance afterwards, I've never....NEVER seen anyone dance like that Pola." He laughed as the bouncer who had been unmovable since the night began started ushering people out in an orderly manner. "Looks like we're not wanted..." He suppressed another chuckle, but broke out into a drunken grin, looking at the Doctor with admiration.

Resting her head against Cyrus' shoulder, Pola found herself laughing. She knew she'd had too much to drink. They never managed the food after and she was surprised she'd managed what she had on an empty stomach. Feeling like she could fall asleep against the heat radiating through his tshirt, the Doctor realised that it was time to go. Getting to her feet, she smiled down at him as an idea came to her mind. "Do you have time before you..." Feeling light headed for a second, she rested her hand on his shoulder before trying again. "...before you have to be back?"

He nodded, smiling. "Yeah, don't need to get back right away...why?" He asked arching an eyebrow. They stepped out into the street arm in arm.

Tightening her hold, Pola nudged Cyrus in a different direction to the ship. "One of my patients told me about a spot, midway between here and the ship. I haven't had a chance to see it yet." Moving her free hand, the doctor pushed her hair back out of her face as she smiled across at Cyrus. "I still can't believe that you did that back in your academy days."

Cyrus erupted in laughter. "what was priceless, was the look on my instructors face when he activated the simulation. Tribbles everywhere !" He mimicked Captain Jefferies face. "I thought he was going to make us fight them anyways! Suffice to say he began passwording his simulations after that!" He chuckled as he remembered changing the program from a Romulan takeover of a starbase to a Starbase of Tribbles with Romulan voices.

"Don't even get me stared on you little miss rebellious! I thought I was bad!" He hugged her warmly, before looking down the road. "So what's this place like?"

"Well...if I haven't gotten us lost, it should be around this bend." Pola leaned in against Cyrus side as he kept his arm around her. As they rounded the corner, a smile lit her lips as the sight stretched out in front of her was even better then shed expected. "The locals call it some unknown name I can't even try to pronounce. On nights like this, moon and stars in the sky, it acts like a mirror to reflect the night's sky across the surface." As they walked up closer the one thing that stroke the most was the complete silence. The noise of the city left behind them as they seemed to enter a place where nothing more existed.

Shrugging his arm away from her shoulder, Pola could still feel the effects of intoxication as she walked backwards, smiling at Cyrus before doing a spin. "Ever danced under a moon lite sky? My grandmother used to try take me to a corner of Ireland where civilization hadn't touched. Every night we'd count the stars and them we'd dance." Coming out of the spin with a slight stumble, she held out her hands.

"Dancing, yes...dancing under the night sky? That's a new one..." He reached out and grasped her hands in his. "Must have been nice." He looked up at the night, then back down to the ground, perfect imitations of each other..."If it's as amazing as this."

Using his hands, Pola pulled Cyrus in closer as she started to hum a song. Smiling she moved her hands to his hips as she started to move him in a very gentle slow sway. Closing her eyes as she concentrated on the song and the dance, the feel of his hips under his hands. The Doctor used her senses to move them both, allowed herself to lost in the sensations.

He listened softly as she began to hum. She pulled him closer, his hands now resting on her thighs. Her eyes were closed, Cyrus smiled. They moved softly to her music and the wind gusted gently. Every now and then a gust would catch his jacket, blowing it upward slightly. They moved like this for hours it seemed to Cyrus before he said gently. "Pola?"

Not waiting for an answer he leaned forward, his lips searching hers.

Taking by surprise, Pola paused in her steps as her hands tightened on his hips before sliding up around his back. Responding to the kiss, she could taste the faint flavour of rum against his lips. Softening against his lips, she kissed him back almost feather light as she tried to persuade herself that this wasn't a dream. A warmth filled her body within milliseconds, replacing any of the cold the night had made her feel. This time she knew that the light headed feeling wasn't due to any alcohol, this man who held her in her arms completed inhibited and intoxicated her.

He stepped back, eyes wide. His mind racing, his head surprisingly clear from the shock of their embrace. All he could think of was going for another, instead he looked at her kindly. "Well, I can certainly see why you Irish are called lucky. This night has been incredible. " He barked out a laugh. "I'd like to see you again Doctor, for something other than an appointment...?"

Looking at Cyrus as she was still slightly dazed, Pola found herself nodding her head. She had to force her hand to stay at her side where it had fallen, still not certain that that hadn't been a dream. "That..." Clearing her throat slightly as she allowed herself to smile, she tried again. "That would be nice."

Cyrus broke into a grin that seemed to stretch ear to ear. "Well then Lieutenant, I do believe we have a date. Now I think we should make ourselves scarce, and back home. God knows how late it is." It wasn't long before the couple, arm in arm, were back from what Cyrus could only imagine was what a dream come true could feel.

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CWO Kiwosk
Security/Tactical
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Pola N Dhuinn
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

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