[IRW Aylhr] Penumbra - SD242303.17 - [Backlog] Heat Wave PT 2 - T'Imina & Nniol

A Mission Post by erie'Riov T'Imina t'Verelan
Mission: Penumbra
Location: Club Khoey Arhae, Ki Baratan, Romulus
Timeline: 2420(ish)

[Part Two]

[Club Khoey Arhae, Ki Baratan, Romulus]
[2420]
22:40 Hours

"T'Iminaaaaa!" The two were interrupted by the shout of the erie'Riov's name from on the dance floor. There T'Soreth had taken notice of the two interacting. T'Imina groaned as her friend had given the two of them an obvious sign of encouragement. The Tal'Diann Legate rolled her eyes and waved her friend off with a groan. "You'll need to forgive my friend T'Soreth, although she is the reason I have come to this establishment tonight.. This is usually not my scene.."

"Shy are we?" Nniol could feel the alcohol starting to lighten his thoughts as he looked over at who T'Imina was talking about. The young pilot smirked at the woman in front of him and stood up holding out a hand "let us dance!"

"You can sit right back down... flyboy... I do not dance." T'Imina leaned forward and playfully swatted his hand away - it had been some time though since she had moved and the liquor had caught up with her. Her eyes widened as she herself almost fell out of the chair she was seated in.

Nniol laughed playfully and pulled his hand away. "Suit yourself but you will regret this decision in the morning." He winked at her- it was decisively a human expression. Normally he would keep such things to a minimum since most of his peers found human gesture confusing, but now he was too drunk to care. With a goodbye wave he slowly made his way into the throng of people moving on the dance floor at the center of the bar. Moving rhythmically and slowly along with the crowd he looked back at T'Imina and beckoned her to join them with a single finger spinning in her direction.

The wink had caught her off guard, and she didn't quite know what to make of it. One thing was for sure, the man knew how to play the game - perhaps playing hard to get was not going to land in her favour this evening. When Nniol had left her and made his way to the dance floor, a sinking feeling presented itself in her stomach. She hated to admit it, but she missed his presence - it was rare that she participated in such banter and antics. This flyboy had left his impression on her. The erie'Riov audibly groaned as he tried to summon her with a teasing finger.

Against her best attempts to resist him, she finished her drink in earnest and found herself wobbling towards him - a sense of regret hit her as the pumps she was wearing made it even more difficult to walk in. In a few moments though, she had reached him, and her eyes locked on his.

"I knew you would join me." He smirked, put a hand on her shoulder and just kept letting the music take him. Nniol leaned in, he could smell her and it was an intoxicating scent, she smell sweet unlike the bitterness of throng of gyrating bodies around them. "My apartment is nearby; you should join me after this. This is nice, but its also nice to hear one's own thoughts..." he grinned.

T'Imina let Nniol take the lead, which for her was as foreign and exotic as the wink he just gave her not too long ago. She gave in to the music as well, and the lightness her own drinking had brought on - it was nice to not care for once, to embrace the moment and give in to her primal urges. A sharp inhale took over her as Nniol leaned in closer and her heart began to race even faster when he suggested that she join him after their time together. Part of her was glad - there was certainly no chance in the underworld that she could take him home to her father's estate.

T'Imina leaned in closer to him, stretching out onto her toes slightly to match up with Nniol's left ear. "I am someone that believes in getting straight to the point flyboy. Don't make me wait long.... ple.." A muffled please almost emerged from her mouth but instead, she playfully snapped her teeth together.

Taking her hand Nniol led her through the throng of people and out of the club into the cool brisk night air. Outside a line of people waiting to enter looked at the pair as they charged out of the club. Letting go of her hand he sprinted down the side walk and then stopped beckoning her to follow by playfully waving his hand at her "this way to absolution!" he laughed. In the distance, dominating the skyline, the tall towers of Ki'Baratan glimmered in the Ch'Rihan night.

Before leaving the dance floor, being led in hand by Nniol, T'Imina had made eye contact with T'Soreth - her friend had given her a surprised but pleased look. There was no doubt she would be interrogating her friend tomorrow for details. Once outside, she took a deep breath and laughed as flyboy took off down the sidewalk. "If I break a heal, you'll be stuck taking care of me." She sprinted after him, the lights of their surroundings reflecting the sequin of her stress. It was fun, yes, but she hoped he didn't live too far away - this man was hard to keep up with.

Nniol chuckled. "I think I can carry you should disaster strike." He gave her a another one of those winks and led the way down the sidewalk towards a large naval apartment complex. He simply waved a hand at the gate scanner and it buzzed and started to open, the metal gate creaking as it slid into its niche. He continued down a small alleyway and to a door leading into a first floor apartment. "Forgive the mess." He said and opened the door. Stepping in he turned on the lights to half illumination. It was small, a bit haphazard, not filthy, but definitely a little cluttered. The chaos probably alluding to the pilot's lifestyle. "Now," he looked into her eyes "welcome to my palace."

"Forgiven." T'Imina grinned and followed Nniol into his place. Truthfully - she didn't care if the place was a hoarder's den at this point - she had no intentions to look around or snoop. Knowing that his last name was tr'Rehu was more than she had wanted. "Thank you... Nniol..." She replied warmly and once the door shut, she maintained eye contact with him as she stepped out of her pumps and removed the straps on her shoulders. Her beautiful dress fell to the floor, revealing her intricate and lace-constructed undergarments. There was a catching confidence in her expression.

With the experience of a honed playboy Nniol was out of his shirt and pants in lightning speed. He grinned roguishly at T'Imina and tackled her onto the bed while pecking at her neck with aggressive but light kisses. Finally finding himself straddled on top of her, he leaned over her and continued to kiss at her neck. Stopping briefly he inhaled deeply smelling her sweet perfume that offset the staleness of his apartment. "Qa'pla" he declared in Klingon and went for victory.

[A few hours later... Early morning...]

T'Imina groaned slightly under her breath as her eyes opened slightly, she felt her head against something warm and firm and the slight rocking of Nniol's breath almost lulled her back into a restful state. Her head had found its resting place on his chest. They had finally fell asleep after their third round in the wee hours of the morning. The flyboy had certainly not disappointed - and she herself felt she had returned the favour to him with gusto. The sun was beginning to peak through the curtains of the apartment.

Like a lion stalking its prey, T'Imina slowly and ever so gently moved off her much younger conquest and edged her way to sitting on the side of the bed in an attempt not to wake him. It was been a mistake for her to spend the whole night at all but her body didn't give her much of a choice after her gluttonous adventure the night prior. As she felt a wave of hung-over dizziness come about her, her hand landed on some sort of circular object on the nightstand beside her in a rushed attempt to steady herself. A light sounding single-tone beep response caused her to remove her hand and a holo image Nniol and Galae'EnRiov Shiarrael t'Rehu displayed itself.

T'Imina's heart started to beat loudly and profusely, and her eyes widened. Of course, she remembered he had told him his last name the previous night but there was no way that this was possible. This could not be happening. "Fvadt..... Hnaev...." She needed to get out of here quickly. How could she had left this happen?

The sound of his apartment door hissing shut caused Nniol to open his eyes and yawn. He reached out next to him only to find the spot empty. With a smirk he stretched and got out of the bed "well, I guess I won't have to come up with an awkward excuse to kick them out this morning." He said to himself and yawned. Stuffing his face into his pillow he decided to sleep in, he could feel the tendrils of hangover coming on.

T'Imina had made it out unnoticed, or so she thought. There was little relief in her eyes though and she began the journey back to her father's estate. This was dangerous territory - she could only hope that he would not find out that she had relations with Shiarrael's son. She was certain he would not only scorn her for engaging with a half-breed but also he would twist this situation into some sort of terrible benefit for himself at Nniol's and her own expense. Sure - it was just a hookup, but she certainly did not want to go down that route.

It would be best if she forgot this ever happened and made a conscious effort to never run into Nniol tr'Rehu ever again.... For both their sakes...

[End]

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